((Now, this is probably just me being OCD and a b**ch, but I just want to point out you don't use any periods or capitals in your literature, which sort of annoys me, especially in roleplaying.))
Lannaeus woke up on sand by a beach. The briney water was gently lapping the shores, weaving between his legs as he sat up. He wondered if he had died. Looking up, he noticed a cliff next to him and at the vrey top, the exact place where he fainted last night. Why hadn't the zombie eaten him? I have to get...wait...I have a home! ...do I? I can't...
Lannaeus couldn't remember anything. What am I doing here? I'm...I'm Lannaeus.
And that was all he could remember about himself: that his name was Lannaeus.
He was too thirsty to think at the moment. So thirsty, that he dipped his face straight into the ocean and gulped down a mouthful of saltwater before rising his head and vomiting. The seawater had only dried up his throat more. He fell onto his knees in the shallow tidepools, thinking he might as well die right there. Surprisingly, to his luck, a stream was flowing into the ocean about fifty yards away. He sprinted towards it with what little strength he had left, collapsed in the clean, clear water, and took the most refreshing drink he had ever had (not that he remembered any refreshing drink before).
After sitting up was when Lannaeus started to think about shelter. For some reason, he felt that the night was dangerous even if he was alone in this world.
I sat up onto my bed, grinning, I took out my knife and slipped it into my sheath I pull up my hood and I pull my robe to cover the knife. I creeped to the door and then I moved my hand to the the silver handle doing so I twisted the rusty handle. I opened the wooden, old, worn door, I looked out "WHEN is Gruandul is going to give me another thing to do."
I step out of my house and I see Gruandul's Castle fading from sight by the full moon's beam of light upon the mist. I walked out and went towards the castle walls, I found my small crack I made when they were fixing the wall from a creeper, I slid in and pushed the rock I covered it with and slipped in and covered it and then I walked into the council hall, I sit in my designated chair.
(Hey MineDVD I'm in Gruandul's Castle, is that prison near me? I know I'm bad but I want to know if another player is near)
He dragged the body over to the small hut he was granted at the beginning of his patrol. He put the body on the small, makeshift bed, and stood outside, waiting for said person to awaken. Although taking around an hour, the person finally woke up, but John didn't know.
"Where...?" I slowly sat up, and saw a man standing at the door. He was dressed rather... weird... was that Armor? And a sword? Was I prisoner or something? It was hard to remember. I stood up slowly, and found a dagger on the desk to my side. I slowly picked it up, and approached the 'Guard'.
He hadn't heard anything yet, but he had a slight... feeling. Just as he turned, a knife was thrust into his stomach. He sputtered, and blood leaked from his mouth. "****..."
Alignment: Neutral (could change)
Tools: [>>-i>] [>>-i>] [>>-i>]
Weapons and Armor: Green hooded cloak
Other:Has a small pet slime named Jerry
Got lost at sea and ended up at the island
RP experience:Numerous MMORPGS
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Game currently annoying the **** out of me: Castlevania aria of sorrow
bio:was abandoned by his parents when he was five. fell in a a crate on a boat that crashed on a rock he was left behind on the islands. he has long blond hair and wears leather jeans and a coat.
aligment:could change any second
other:he has a pet baby creeper
rp exspereence:my first post is this one
Fear. Eight days and nights, yet still the coming of the moon meant a bone chilling fear. The moans of the undead and the rattle of the skeleton archers. Gage lay on the cool, hard ground, clutching his hands over his ears and grinding his teeth. 'I hate this....God just let it stop please!' He had no weapon except for a thick club he had fashioned from a stick, and still, with the weapon laying next to him, there was little comfort. There was nothing to do but to wait out the night. Even with the spiders left crawling around, the sun meant that there was peace under its rays. Quietly, with the face of his younger sister in his mind, Gage drifted off to sleep.
Name: ??? ??? Refered to as "Elly", though.
Alignment: Not sure yet, but she will decide eventually.
Job: Ex-Theif, working on becoming a scout.
Tools: None, yet, that is.
Weapons and Armor: None yet.
Other: She is extremely agile, and quick on her feet.
RP experience: Numerous roleplaying forums, a lot of mmos.
((Hey, can we try staying together here? I know I'm complaining a lot...but what's an RP if no one points out mistakes? All of our stories should be happening in the meantime, meaning one shouldn't skip a week ahead while someone else goes through one night. Also, we need to use more punctuation! It makes it hard for me to understand when you dont add a single period. Sorry for bitching.))
Lannaeus wondered how he would possibly break down these trees if he had no tools. Walking across the shorline, he gathered a few sticks and stones. After two frustrating hours, he managed to make a crude axe with a wood handle and a stone blade.
He walked over to a tree. With one hard WHACK, the axe fell apart in his hands. He pounded his fist in frustration on the tree bark, and to his luck, it cracked.
Lannaeus stood up, staring at his fist. It hardly hurt. How is this possible? He tried punching it a couple more times.
Within a couple hours, Lannaeus cleared 3 trees with just his fist. It was scratched on every knuckle and bleeding at some parts. It was worth the work and pain.
Strangely, a herd of about four pigs started oinking from behind Lannaeus, as if out of nowhere. He turned around and immediately knew what to do. Lannaeus picked up a sharp stone and charged, killing two of them as the others retreated into the woods near the beach. With this much pork, he could last the night.
((Sorry for taking a bit of your story, Gage, forgive me. I won't be making square planks and a workbench and a wooden hut though. That would be copying your story WAY too much.))
[quote=Leonaut][b]((Please, monkey, no "funny recipes". I don't see the point of it. And shattering a skull with your fist in one hit, being hit in the foot by an arrow with no reaction at all...that's godmodding.))im sorry but i was just about to post again and make a reaction and why not funny recipes im shure people willl sig them please let them stay