Depis was beginning to wonder whether his hangover had actually worn off or not. Steve, THE Steve, head commandant, and the most ruthless(scratch that, he thought, that would be Jinter) commandant IN the commandant had given him the easiest assignment he could possibly get. What luck! All he had to do was conjure a few undead, tunnel to the two weaklings, and capture them more-or-less alive.
Depis went through the Nether Portal, and found himself leaving the neat, stone hallways of the Nether Fortress, and into the dirt-walled, dirt-floored tunnels of the sinkhole keep. As he was a rookie commandant, the keep was little more than a dinky tower, with only a handful of worker undead on any of the tiers. In time... he thought. He reached the wall, which would take him in the approximate direction of the two warpers, and held his palm up to the sandstone wall (commandants often walled and floored their sinkholes with sandstone, as it was little work to convert sand into sandstone). It shattered, sending chunks of sandstone down into the sinkhole floor. "Start digging!" he yelled, and withing moments, several worker zombies made it to the exposed rock-wall, and started chipping away at it, quite quickly. They would reach their destination within a few days.
Gage sent a sideways glance at Filly, and followed her gaze back up to the hole he was just inspecting. "God no. There's no way in hell we could get up there..sorry for the language..." he said. "There has got to be an easier way up and around..." Gage thought aloud, sweeping his eyes back and forth across the mountain sides of the basin that encircled them. In fact, there was a less tedious way, but it was dangerous nonetheless.
Great fallen boulders and chunks of stone had demolished a path through two of the large mountains. The path was steep, as pathways through mountains go, and very tricky and dangerous. Loose rocks and patches of loose gravel and dirt riddled the way up AND over the pass. "I think that's the way we're getting out of here..." Gage said, pointing to the pass which sat a good two to three miles away.
[[Character Update:
I know i updated last night, but this is for a different Character.
Name: Anteedo
Age: 13
Job: Scout/infiltrator/Spy
Alignment: Nuetral
Tools: A finely crafted Letherian quiver, holding dozens of arrows.
Weapons and Armor: A Longbow of Silver Yew(Sacred Letherian Tree), two finely crafted Letherian Needle-tips(Very light, versatile swords) and studded leather pants. No shirt or boots, and a Dark Grey hooded cloak.
Other: Belongs to the last Tribe of Letherian Peoples. (I'm going to update the introduction to Ci'diuna after this post.)
**Anteedo**
I crouched next to the priestess, two arrows notched and ready to fly; but her hand gently pushed my aim down. "No. They are no threat....at least not yet," She says, gazing into me with her deep, golden eyes. "Trail them. Do not let them see you, nor lose sight of them. These Strangers may be able to help us...or lead us to Jinter." I nod, replacing the arrows into the quiver and stringing the bow across my shoulders. Before I bound, she places her palm gently on my forehead, and mutters a blessing in the old Letherian Language, then disappears as she hops out of my roost. I close my eyes for a second, then bound to the top of the next tree.
[[EDIT:
LETHERIAN RACE ADDED TO THE CI'DIUNA INTRO. MUST READ.
Okay, Just please, for the love of god, don't make them blue and crazy. I am okay with tree hugging-nature ninja elves but not blue cat people. I do get what you're getting at though.
The group had continued forward without him, but that didn't bother him. He was more confused about the tree that had a huge crack in it, when all he did was punch it. "Um....how about this?" He said, punching the tree a few times until it broke. A chunk of it was gone, but the rest of the tree floated. "What the hell?" He said aloud. He picked up the chunk, and examined it. It had an odd shape, and was suprisingly lighg. It almost seemed to get smaller when it was seperated. "Now how would i go about making wooden planks?"
Matthew grabbed a hydro-pistol. "Hey sorry, I got distracted. You said your name was Larkus, right? Mine is Matthew. Did I miss anyone else's name there? Who's the new guys?"
[Sorry, had to go to school and read the new posts. Also gotta sleep.]
"Eh? Oh, my Mom swears like a sailor. Nothing wrong with bad language, if you ask me..." Filly stated, laughing a little. She stared at the ground for a moment, thinking. "Why could we just dig a hole through one of the mountains or something? Or are the rocks and stuff not like the trees and the dirt?" She asked with a small tilt of her head. However, she then realized how incredibly stupid that sounded and facepalmed. "Never mind. This place is messing with my head... Er, well... I guess we've got a ways to go, huh?" A few miles, by the looks of it. Not too much, really. That was actually about how much she walked to school each morning, and that only took her an hour and a half while walking.
"Into the danger then, eh? Not much different from the mountains in Colorado, that's for sure..." And Colorado had rattlesnakes and several species of poisonous spiders.((And it's so freaking scary when you run into them when you're hiking. D: Or fishing.)) Chances were that she wouldn't have to keep an eye out for them here, so maybe it was a bit less dangerous in terms of wildlife. "A cow isn't gonna push one of us off the ledge or try to poison us, is it?" She asked as they began walking. Hopefully not. Unless it was a vampire cow. Oh my god! Now I know! "The monsters at night are were-cows and stuff, aren't they?!" The silly girl exclaimed in a jokey tone of voice.
((Name? How about Endymion? Or Candide? xD ))
Sensing the humor in her voice, Gage forced as realistic as a chuckle as he could manage, and continued after her, using the tattered remains of his shirt to for a cloth scabbard for the sword. He managed to cover the whole blade, and sling it across his shoulder, tyeing it across his chest. The sun was warm on his skin, and he realized he was beginning to loose his natural olive tan.
"Not quite your average rattlers or widow's," Gage responded, placing his hands in his pockets and after tightly securing the best knot he could with the traps for the makeshift scabbard. He had an eerie sense that they were being followed, but brushed it off as a cow, pig or company friendly chicken-duck.
**Anteedo**
The Shadows of the branches and leaves hid me as I leapt silently from tree to tree, keeping my distance between me and the humans. A slight hesitation in the male, and I shrunk into the shadows, pulling the coal of my hood over my eyes. Something about this one feels......Otherworldly...even for the Warpers.. I thought as I perched on a branch a good forty feed above the heads of the two.
(Oh I am going to ROFL when you meet a spider. In-fact, let's see if i cant do something about that....)
"You have Aetherian technology.... welcome aboard." Larkus said to the strange man, perhaps being too obvious he was trying to dismiss the subject. He quickly turned to the knight. What did that one call him? Masked? Mask? That should do.....
"You, Mask, or whatever these people call you, indeed. I took to great lengths to make sure that this hulk would stay intact, while appearing to have been ransacked and sunk." Finally he turned to the man named Matthew and said, you haven't missed any names that I haven't. And be careful with that, you could easily puncture your head with that. All of you, find armor, weapons, and if you insist on using hydro-pistols, gas-rifles, or force swords, do be careful with them. I need to finish my armor."
Larkus opened a trapdoor which lead down to a third deck, and beckoned for the strange man he suspected an Aetherian to follow. The lowest decks was merely the engine room, and though mot of the engine had been jettisoned into the sea, and detonated, there was still very little space in the room." So you figured it out? Yes, I AM an Aetherian. This ship was where I was raised. And what about you? I assume you're Aetherian as well?"
Meanwhile.....
Depis's worker zombies were making good progress, but not fast enough. He conjured a magic chart (Netherian artifact often required to perform advanced Commandant abilities), and began sketching out a projection circle in the tunnel, in a corner of the tunnel, and began inciting an incantation.
Within moments, Depis could feel his soul leaving his body. He phased through the cave wall, and shot in the direction of the two. There they were, virtually helpless and alone, well one completely helpless and the other not so much. If only I could actually do something but watch them.....
Wait a minute, that's right....., he thought as he watched the two warpers prance across the landscape. I can take control of nearby monsters.... He searched across the landscape, trying to find some monster to possess. Here we go! This will work especially well, since the one is a coward and the other won't be expecting it... He possessed a spider sitting under a tree, not too far from the two bumbling adventurers, and began crawling towards the duo.
Some time has passed, or has it. Crain couldn't tell. His watch was just spinning around and was no help. He decided to just throw it in the lava fall as he passed it. "well spider i suppose we continue searching for that portal!!" Crain screamed into the darkness. "sdfdsaogd" spider responded.
(Oh I am going to ROFL when you meet a spider. In-fact, let's see if i cant do something about that....)
(Wow, Side, you are evil! XD And then she will cling to Gage in fright! XD)
He started looking in the chests for anything he could use and found a repair kit for his swords and armor. He started repairing them and asked the others, "Any introductions? I'm the Masked Krusader, or Mask for short."
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
He started looking in the chests for anything he could use and found a repair kit for his swords and armor. He started repairing them and asked the others, "Any introductions? I'm the Masked Krusader, or Mask for short."
[[Then I won't be able to kill is 0.0 but that isn't so bad...Anteedo can officially make his into to the storyxD]]
((That's positively diabolical. xD Also, I was wondering, how many characters are we allowed to have?)) Not quite average? Filly thought with a frown. "What do you mean?" Maybe it was like the monsters from the video games she played? "Oh man, if it's those spiders from Penumbra Overture, I'm going to hide in a tree and never come out." Or rather, she would probably stomp on one/ kick it in the face, scream, and then run the hell away. After all, her Mom taught her to always take one for the team, even while being a complete pansy. Still, something was slightly unsettling. She was getting a prickly feeling on the back of her neck, almost as if someone was watching them. Well, maybe two someones. I sense utter impending doom. Like some god above is doing something horrifyingly evil for their own enjoyment.
"Er, Si- Gage, do you feel slightly unnerved at all? Because I feel like a kitten in a glass box, at the moment. With lots of rabid dogs staring in from the outside..." Filly trailed off with a shudder. Dogs weren't really her favorite animal, thus the metaphor. She quickened her pace, making a face. Something's gonna go 'Boo, rawr I'm gonna eat your face off!' I just know it... Fuuuudddggeeeee... Chances were, she was about to scream in a few seconds. Poor, unsuspecting little dork...
((-w- Yay for scaring the hell out of charies! :biggrin.gif:))
(You do {spoiler} words {/spoiler}, just replace the {s with [s :tongue.gif: )
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How many characters are we allowed to have?))
(Well the way I'm doing it is rigging it so I can also play the role of "active villain". On the chain of command,he lower you go, the villains get more....relate-able, if you will. It wouldn't make sense for Jinter, or Steve for that matter to personally hunt for the two warpers, so I make another, weaker enemy, that makes sense, and if necessary, can be picked off. And quite frankly, the only reason I introduced Steve was because 1. We needed an immediate threat, something to get the story going, and 2. I thought it would be clever.)
(In retrospect, that didn't answer your question at all, ehrm..... it seems to be two, at least for now.... :tongue.gif:)
Gage lifted his arm, loosely gripping the hilt of the sword on his back. "Hey! Slow down and stay close.....Something doesn't feel right....." Now that she had pointed it out, he did feel slightly on edge. It had been too quiet for far to long, and He was sure something or someone was following them. 'God I hope its not one of those skeletons again...' he thought for Filly's sake.
**Anteedo**
I didn't think I had been seen, or heard for that matter.....And the hesitation and nervousness these people were portraying was making me nervous and irritable myself. 'Is it me, or something else?' I thought, but my answer came a few moments later. There, only a few hundred yards ahead of the two wanderers, concealed by deep shadows, a Large Arachnis the size of a very large cow sped towards them. "I may have to reveal myself sooner than i would have liked, I thought, speeding through the air from tree to tree with an arrow knocked.
Depis found that controlling a spider was a bit difficult considering they had many more limbs and eyes than he was used to. However, it had several advantages. He could climb surfaces, which he would use to his advantage greatly. He crawled across the treetops, being sure to remain unseen by the pair of warpers. Considering the one seemed that she would jump out of her skin at the slightest provocation, and he other seemed to care for her safety, he decided he should go for a surprise.
As the pair reached the gorge they seemed to be heading for, he quickly scurried to the top of the gorge, and jumped off. Landing on the head of the scared-looking female, he yelled "Rah Rah Rah, I'm a scary, scary spider, and I'm going to eat you!" or, in Spider, "Scree-urh scree scree scree-urh!!!"
Everyone else has two characters, and i have an interesting idea.
Name: Self Proclaimed, "Mist". Real name uknown.
Age: 17
Alignment: Alternating, although, as long as he has his staff, he is good.
Job: None.
Tools: A staff with magical properties that help fluctuate the netherian and aetherian blood inside him.
Weapons and Armor: A golden bow, with a red blood string. Has two quis, one set of arrows glow like the heavems, the others are burning with a mystical purple fire.
Other: Half Aetherian, Half Netherian, A pair never meant to be, he was born a freak. The ci'duanians embraced the match, although reluctant about the graundal worshipping husband, endowed him with a staff, that will hold back the evil inside. The graundal were less forgiving, and both parents were killed. He lives in the shadows, almost never revealing himself, and when he does, he never gives away his identity. He wears a grey robe and hood, and silently helps others through the shadows. For many years, he hasn't revealed himself to any. Now, though, he will soon join up with the other heros, and the warpers.
Weakness: Take his staff, and you'll be taking his sanity.
RP experience: I've roleplayed on various forums, roleplay sites, roleplay games, etc. for the last 2 1/2
((Oooo... >W< Two characters= more hell to raise.))
Filly screamed shrilly and began attempting to punch it repeatedly in the stomach. "Get the **** OFF OF ME YOU NON-PENUMBRA-ISH *******!!" She snarled. Scared? Hell yeah! Going to show it? Hell no. Disses flowed out of her mouth. "You don't even look like you could even beat up a nurse from Silent Hill, you sorry son of a *****!" You see, mountain girls had a quiet, sheepish and sweeet personality. But it wasn't wise to eff with them, no sir. The valley girls were pansies, but the mountain girls could kick your ass with both hands tied behind their back. ((One beat the living hell out of me once, for reasons I'm unwilling to disclose. >.> )) "If you don't get off of me, I castrate you. I work on the range, I've done so to bulls many a time- You're no different." Outside, pure gruffness. Inside? Kill it with fire! Holy crap I'm gonna die! Where the hell is Maria when you need her?! Maria was her older sister, who would actually follow through with her threats, unlike Filly. "I will smite thee, and it won't be pretty! Your guts will splatter this ground, and I will make a sweater from your corpse." Would she wear it? Not a chance. Kill it! Someone kill it, holy crap! While running in panicked circles, she swatted weakly at it with more oomph, then did a tuck and roll forward to hopefully shake it off. "My mother is in the ****ing Marines. You don't want to mess with me, I could easily take a knife and gut you with it. Then I would strangle you with your own innards, and be sure to shove your heart up your -65 gazzillion swearwords-" Whoa, there was a freaking South Park kid behind those pretty pony eyes! Actually, she was from South Park, Colorado. However, Stan and those people most certainly didn't exist. But most Colorado mountain people were like this. ((You don't even know. T^T Really. )) Twas quite the shame that she really didn't have the heart to follow through with her threats. Really, it was. And she wasn't the epitome of ass-kicking, either, as was shown by the pitiful swats that probably didn't even hit at all. In other words- Faaaaiiill.
(( Not quite what you expected, eh? Believe it or not, the non-Minecraft version of Filly is a pirate.
EDIT:
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Should I have censored some of that stuff? D:
Name: "Maria. Call me Mary and DIE." The saucy girl snarled, her lip curling in amusement.
Age: "19. Don't even think about calling me old." Maria stated, making a face.
Alignment: "Good, I suppose. After all, evil people seem to get their butts kicked in the movies."
Job: "I don't know. Seriously, you expect me to know that crap?" She scoffed, crossing her arms in contempt. What kind of person asked that question? Hell, she didn't even know where the hell she was.
Tools: "Well, I could always... I dunno, bite through crap with my teeth like a beaver." Maria stated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do I look like I'm a carpenter or something... Say yes, and I'll beat you like a red headed step child."
Weapons and Armor: She gives the person a look that says, 'Are you clinically insane?' and just shakes her head, sighing.
Other: Filly's sister. She's very sarcastic, a little sadistic, and is a strong lover of violence. Unlike Filly, she tends to resort to violence before talking things out. If you upset her, you'll have little warning before she comes after you with an axe or something. This is what she looks like. Don't expect her to flip when she sees a spider though. xD
RP experience: I'm okay. Not the best, but okay. The amount I write really is utter crap, though. ))
(( Nah. A little cussing (or alot) isn't really that bad of a thing. ))
~ "Mist" ~
He watched from a distance, as a girl ran around with a spider on her head, cussing it out fiercly. He sighed. He always helped people like this, and never revealed himself, but these two were different. He could sense something different about them, but couldn't tell what. Whateer the case, he pulled out his bow, and, deciding it would be best not to destroy a five mile radius, he pulled out the safer, light arrows. He took aim, and said a few words, and fired. As is the nature of the magic, it completely missed the girl, while striking the spider right through the head. It lost grip, and simply fell off.
Depis was beginning to wonder whether his hangover had actually worn off or not. Steve, THE Steve, head commandant, and the most ruthless(scratch that, he thought, that would be Jinter) commandant IN the commandant had given him the easiest assignment he could possibly get. What luck! All he had to do was conjure a few undead, tunnel to the two weaklings, and capture them more-or-less alive.
Depis went through the Nether Portal, and found himself leaving the neat, stone hallways of the Nether Fortress, and into the dirt-walled, dirt-floored tunnels of the sinkhole keep. As he was a rookie commandant, the keep was little more than a dinky tower, with only a handful of worker undead on any of the tiers. In time... he thought. He reached the wall, which would take him in the approximate direction of the two warpers, and held his palm up to the sandstone wall (commandants often walled and floored their sinkholes with sandstone, as it was little work to convert sand into sandstone). It shattered, sending chunks of sandstone down into the sinkhole floor. "Start digging!" he yelled, and withing moments, several worker zombies made it to the exposed rock-wall, and started chipping away at it, quite quickly. They would reach their destination within a few days.
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
Great fallen boulders and chunks of stone had demolished a path through two of the large mountains. The path was steep, as pathways through mountains go, and very tricky and dangerous. Loose rocks and patches of loose gravel and dirt riddled the way up AND over the pass. "I think that's the way we're getting out of here..." Gage said, pointing to the pass which sat a good two to three miles away.
[[Character Update:
I know i updated last night, but this is for a different Character.
Name: Anteedo
Age: 13
Job: Scout/infiltrator/Spy
Alignment: Nuetral
Tools: A finely crafted Letherian quiver, holding dozens of arrows.
Weapons and Armor: A Longbow of Silver Yew(Sacred Letherian Tree), two finely crafted Letherian Needle-tips(Very light, versatile swords) and studded leather pants. No shirt or boots, and a Dark Grey hooded cloak.
Other: Belongs to the last Tribe of Letherian Peoples. (I'm going to update the introduction to Ci'diuna after this post.)
**Anteedo**
I crouched next to the priestess, two arrows notched and ready to fly; but her hand gently pushed my aim down. "No. They are no threat....at least not yet," She says, gazing into me with her deep, golden eyes. "Trail them. Do not let them see you, nor lose sight of them. These Strangers may be able to help us...or lead us to Jinter." I nod, replacing the arrows into the quiver and stringing the bow across my shoulders. Before I bound, she places her palm gently on my forehead, and mutters a blessing in the old Letherian Language, then disappears as she hops out of my roost. I close my eyes for a second, then bound to the top of the next tree.
[[EDIT:
LETHERIAN RACE ADDED TO THE CI'DIUNA INTRO. MUST READ.
]]
[Sorry, had to go to school and read the new posts. Also gotta sleep.]
"Into the danger then, eh? Not much different from the mountains in Colorado, that's for sure..." And Colorado had rattlesnakes and several species of poisonous spiders.((And it's so freaking scary when you run into them when you're hiking. D: Or fishing.)) Chances were that she wouldn't have to keep an eye out for them here, so maybe it was a bit less dangerous in terms of wildlife. "A cow isn't gonna push one of us off the ledge or try to poison us, is it?" She asked as they began walking. Hopefully not. Unless it was a vampire cow. Oh my god! Now I know! "The monsters at night are were-cows and stuff, aren't they?!" The silly girl exclaimed in a jokey tone of voice.
((Name? How about Endymion? Or Candide? xD ))
"Not quite your average rattlers or widow's," Gage responded, placing his hands in his pockets and after tightly securing the best knot he could with the traps for the makeshift scabbard. He had an eerie sense that they were being followed, but brushed it off as a cow, pig or company friendly chicken-duck.
**Anteedo**
The Shadows of the branches and leaves hid me as I leapt silently from tree to tree, keeping my distance between me and the humans. A slight hesitation in the male, and I shrunk into the shadows, pulling the coal of my hood over my eyes. Something about this one feels......Otherworldly...even for the Warpers.. I thought as I perched on a branch a good forty feed above the heads of the two.
"You have Aetherian technology.... welcome aboard." Larkus said to the strange man, perhaps being too obvious he was trying to dismiss the subject. He quickly turned to the knight. What did that one call him? Masked? Mask? That should do.....
"You, Mask, or whatever these people call you, indeed. I took to great lengths to make sure that this hulk would stay intact, while appearing to have been ransacked and sunk." Finally he turned to the man named Matthew and said, you haven't missed any names that I haven't. And be careful with that, you could easily puncture your head with that. All of you, find armor, weapons, and if you insist on using hydro-pistols, gas-rifles, or force swords, do be careful with them. I need to finish my armor."
Larkus opened a trapdoor which lead down to a third deck, and beckoned for the strange man he suspected an Aetherian to follow. The lowest decks was merely the engine room, and though mot of the engine had been jettisoned into the sea, and detonated, there was still very little space in the room." So you figured it out? Yes, I AM an Aetherian. This ship was where I was raised. And what about you? I assume you're Aetherian as well?"
Meanwhile.....
Depis's worker zombies were making good progress, but not fast enough. He conjured a magic chart (Netherian artifact often required to perform advanced Commandant abilities), and began sketching out a projection circle in the tunnel, in a corner of the tunnel, and began inciting an incantation.
Within moments, Depis could feel his soul leaving his body. He phased through the cave wall, and shot in the direction of the two. There they were, virtually helpless and alone, well one completely helpless and the other not so much. If only I could actually do something but watch them.....
Wait a minute, that's right....., he thought as he watched the two warpers prance across the landscape. I can take control of nearby monsters.... He searched across the landscape, trying to find some monster to possess. Here we go! This will work especially well, since the one is a coward and the other won't be expecting it... He possessed a spider sitting under a tree, not too far from the two bumbling adventurers, and began crawling towards the duo.
GOD I AM MAKING LONG POSTS! GAH!
That'll work.
(Wow, Side, you are evil! XD And then she will cling to Gage in fright! XD)
He started looking in the chests for anything he could use and found a repair kit for his swords and armor. He started repairing them and asked the others, "Any introductions? I'm the Masked Krusader, or Mask for short."
[[Then I won't be able to kill is 0.0 but that isn't so bad...Anteedo can officially make his into to the storyxD]]
Not quite average? Filly thought with a frown. "What do you mean?" Maybe it was like the monsters from the video games she played? "Oh man, if it's those spiders from Penumbra Overture, I'm going to hide in a tree and never come out." Or rather, she would probably stomp on one/ kick it in the face, scream, and then run the hell away. After all, her Mom taught her to always take one for the team, even while being a complete pansy. Still, something was slightly unsettling. She was getting a prickly feeling on the back of her neck, almost as if someone was watching them. Well, maybe two someones. I sense utter impending doom. Like some god above is doing something horrifyingly evil for their own enjoyment.
"Er, Si- Gage, do you feel slightly unnerved at all? Because I feel like a kitten in a glass box, at the moment. With lots of rabid dogs staring in from the outside..." Filly trailed off with a shudder. Dogs weren't really her favorite animal, thus the metaphor. She quickened her pace, making a face. Something's gonna go 'Boo, rawr I'm gonna eat your face off!' I just know it... Fuuuudddggeeeee... Chances were, she was about to scream in a few seconds. Poor, unsuspecting little dork...
((-w- Yay for scaring the hell out of charies! :biggrin.gif:))
(You do {spoiler} words {/spoiler}, just replace the {s with [s :tongue.gif: )
(Well the way I'm doing it is rigging it so I can also play the role of "active villain". On the chain of command,he lower you go, the villains get more....relate-able, if you will. It wouldn't make sense for Jinter, or Steve for that matter to personally hunt for the two warpers, so I make another, weaker enemy, that makes sense, and if necessary, can be picked off. And quite frankly, the only reason I introduced Steve was because 1. We needed an immediate threat, something to get the story going, and 2. I thought it would be clever.)
(In retrospect, that didn't answer your question at all, ehrm..... it seems to be two, at least for now.... :tongue.gif:)
Really long Non-RP post FTW!
**Anteedo**
I didn't think I had been seen, or heard for that matter.....And the hesitation and nervousness these people were portraying was making me nervous and irritable myself. 'Is it me, or something else?' I thought, but my answer came a few moments later. There, only a few hundred yards ahead of the two wanderers, concealed by deep shadows, a Large Arachnis the size of a very large cow sped towards them. "I may have to reveal myself sooner than i would have liked, I thought, speeding through the air from tree to tree with an arrow knocked.
As the pair reached the gorge they seemed to be heading for, he quickly scurried to the top of the gorge, and jumped off. Landing on the head of the scared-looking female, he yelled "Rah Rah Rah, I'm a scary, scary spider, and I'm going to eat you!" or, in Spider, "Scree-urh scree scree scree-urh!!!"
(AND LET IT BEGIN! XD)
Name: Self Proclaimed, "Mist". Real name uknown.
Age: 17
Alignment: Alternating, although, as long as he has his staff, he is good.
Job: None.
Tools: A staff with magical properties that help fluctuate the netherian and aetherian blood inside him.
Weapons and Armor: A golden bow, with a red blood string. Has two quis, one set of arrows glow like the heavems, the others are burning with a mystical purple fire.
Other: Half Aetherian, Half Netherian, A pair never meant to be, he was born a freak. The ci'duanians embraced the match, although reluctant about the graundal worshipping husband, endowed him with a staff, that will hold back the evil inside. The graundal were less forgiving, and both parents were killed. He lives in the shadows, almost never revealing himself, and when he does, he never gives away his identity. He wears a grey robe and hood, and silently helps others through the shadows. For many years, he hasn't revealed himself to any. Now, though, he will soon join up with the other heros, and the warpers.
Weakness: Take his staff, and you'll be taking his sanity.
RP experience: I've roleplayed on various forums, roleplay sites, roleplay games, etc. for the last 2 1/2
Filly screamed shrilly and began attempting to punch it repeatedly in the stomach. "Get the **** OFF OF ME YOU NON-PENUMBRA-ISH *******!!" She snarled. Scared? Hell yeah! Going to show it? Hell no. Disses flowed out of her mouth. "You don't even look like you could even beat up a nurse from Silent Hill, you sorry son of a *****!" You see, mountain girls had a quiet, sheepish and sweeet personality. But it wasn't wise to eff with them, no sir. The valley girls were pansies, but the mountain girls could kick your ass with both hands tied behind their back. ((One beat the living hell out of me once, for reasons I'm unwilling to disclose. >.> )) "If you don't get off of me, I castrate you. I work on the range, I've done so to bulls many a time- You're no different." Outside, pure gruffness. Inside? Kill it with fire! Holy crap I'm gonna die! Where the hell is Maria when you need her?! Maria was her older sister, who would actually follow through with her threats, unlike Filly. "I will smite thee, and it won't be pretty! Your guts will splatter this ground, and I will make a sweater from your corpse." Would she wear it? Not a chance. Kill it! Someone kill it, holy crap! While running in panicked circles, she swatted weakly at it with more oomph, then did a tuck and roll forward to hopefully shake it off. "My mother is in the ****ing Marines. You don't want to mess with me, I could easily take a knife and gut you with it. Then I would strangle you with your own innards, and be sure to shove your heart up your -65 gazzillion swearwords-" Whoa, there was a freaking South Park kid behind those pretty pony eyes! Actually, she was from South Park, Colorado. However, Stan and those people most certainly didn't exist. But most Colorado mountain people were like this. ((You don't even know. T^T Really. )) Twas quite the shame that she really didn't have the heart to follow through with her threats. Really, it was. And she wasn't the epitome of ass-kicking, either, as was shown by the pitiful swats that probably didn't even hit at all. In other words- Faaaaiiill.
(( Not quite what you expected, eh? Believe it or not, the non-Minecraft version of Filly is a pirate.
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Should I have censored some of that stuff? D:
Name: "Maria. Call me Mary and DIE." The saucy girl snarled, her lip curling in amusement.
Age: "19. Don't even think about calling me old." Maria stated, making a face.
Alignment: "Good, I suppose. After all, evil people seem to get their butts kicked in the movies."
Job: "I don't know. Seriously, you expect me to know that crap?" She scoffed, crossing her arms in contempt. What kind of person asked that question? Hell, she didn't even know where the hell she was.
Tools: "Well, I could always... I dunno, bite through crap with my teeth like a beaver." Maria stated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do I look like I'm a carpenter or something... Say yes, and I'll beat you like a red headed step child."
Weapons and Armor: She gives the person a look that says, 'Are you clinically insane?' and just shakes her head, sighing.
Other: Filly's sister. She's very sarcastic, a little sadistic, and is a strong lover of violence. Unlike Filly, she tends to resort to violence before talking things out. If you upset her, you'll have little warning before she comes after you with an axe or something. This is what she looks like. Don't expect her to flip when she sees a spider though. xD
RP experience: I'm okay. Not the best, but okay. The amount I write really is utter crap, though. ))
~ "Mist" ~
He watched from a distance, as a girl ran around with a spider on her head, cussing it out fiercly. He sighed. He always helped people like this, and never revealed himself, but these two were different. He could sense something different about them, but couldn't tell what. Whateer the case, he pulled out his bow, and, deciding it would be best not to destroy a five mile radius, he pulled out the safer, light arrows. He took aim, and said a few words, and fired. As is the nature of the magic, it completely missed the girl, while striking the spider right through the head. It lost grip, and simply fell off.