Reckless and stupid, perhaps. Bold and independent, always. She whispered back, I am the storm |
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the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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Smuggler's Liaison
Age: 36 | Height: 6'3" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 17 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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07-22-2019, 07:27 PM
ADAM Skulking around in dark forests at night was any sexy rogue's bread and butter, though Adam was actually lost. He had decided to go for a walk while under the influence of...he'd forgotten exactly what, but several things had passed his lips and entered his lungs in the day preceding his wander. He nearly found the edge of the trees, hoped it would go back home, when he heard footsteps and stopped, hid instinctively to see what was going on.
After a moment he saw it was Wessex, the rather severe woman that had helped him to clear his basement. She'd seemed an odd sort, but he hadn't pegged her to be the kind to be standing about suspiciously in a forest. Far too full of substances to be anything but bold and stupid, he sauntered up and put his hands on his hips, grinning at her. "It's a bit late for a woods rendezous, innit? Who's the lucky fella? Or is it a lady...?" Either away, he was sticking around to find out. good evening, misadventure. farewell morality. it's time for another risky venture, into the depths of depravity.
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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07-23-2019, 06:41 PM
Reckless and stupid: surprisingly often, yes. Bold and independent: not quite so often. That was Rory with the same characteristics applied, so perhaps they balanced each other quite nicely into a mix that didn't entirely have their best interests at heart.
He had been out mending some fencing in one of the furthest fields when he'd seen Wessex walk past in the distance, looking resolute and determined and heading straight in an entirely useless direction. Why go west? There was nothing there. Jigano had told him as much. If you were unlucky, you found short and angry people that wanted to kill you, though Rory certainly hoped there was only one of those and she had already been found, so... With a sigh he had retreated back to the farm, tacking himself up: hunting leathers, bow and quiver full of arrows, hunting knife. Small pack with supplies, like smoked and salted meat, some apples and water. He told his ponies and dogs and goats that they were all good, and then he set off after her. Worst case scenario: he wouldn't find her, or she'd turn out to not be up to no good. Then he'd just take off on a hunt, was the right time of day for it anyway. He might be hard-pressed if he didn't find any trails fast and the darkness came in, but eh. It was okay. When he found Wessex she stood around as if waiting for someone, and maybe she was. With her was a stranger, someone Rory had seen around a couple of times but had never really interacted with. Cocking his head to the side Rory hung back a few steps, looking warily from one to the other. "Am I interrupting something?"
Metalsmith / Medic
Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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Change author: Posts: 79 | Total: 6,358 MP: 0 As fresh to the land he had found himself dragged into, Cera did not keep a diurnal cycle. There was much to discover and categorize, and he could not ignore the changes that twilight brought to any biome. To say he wandered with any kind of purpose would be giving far too much credit to the wandering soul - really he just picked a direction and began to walk, brushing his fingers against the various trees he passed until they thinned and dropped away. It left the horizon clear and oddly...vacant. Dead in a way he had never seen occur naturally, especially so close to thriving forestry. A shiver trailed up his spine, but Cera's pace did not falter. Bravery to the point of endangerment was a trait he hadn't managed to shake, no matter how it had - at times physically - scarred him. Figures in the distance caught verdant eyes, and Cera frowned quietly to himself. He did not want to impose upon some sort of meeting in the dark of the night but...he had to admit his curious nature was gnawing at him like a particularly hungry wolf. So with a sigh, Cera shouldered his small satchel of various food he'd scavenged, hunted, and bartered for and continued forward. Though he would have felt more comfortable with a weapon, he had slowly become accustomed enough to his wolflike form to feel confident in his fighting and fleeing abilities. Conversation drifted towards him in snippets, and Cera's hand clenched around the strap of his satchel to chase away his social anxiety. Though he stood on the outskirts of the little group, he at least ventured to speak himself. "I hope I'm not interrupting, is there anything I can help with?" Perhaps they were gathering for a particular reason? At least one of the others seemed unsure or somewhat lost, which bolstered Cera's confidence a little. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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07-24-2019, 11:15 AM
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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07-24-2019, 06:24 PM
The wave in his direction had him feeling like he was being pointed out for something, included in something he hadn't caught—he arched a brow curiously, choosing to feel amused rather than alarmed. He didn't think Wessex was going to sacrifice him to a (probably intoxicated) stranger.
But before she had any time to either sacrifice him or explain what was going on, someone else showed up. He was shorter than Rory, and his chin was narrow and pronounced in a particular way, but they had the same kind of blond hair and.. honestly, it was a little bit disconcerting to notice, and Wessex seemed to think the same as she gestured between them. Rory blinked a couple of times, glad the newcomer's eyes weren't blue. That would've been a bit too much. He seemed nice, though, if this wasn't all just a front. "I've been told it's mostly a nothing you can't pass through," he said as a response to Wessex, distant and thoughtful, adjusting the satchel he wore as a backpack and setting off after her. "But I'm curious to experience it for myself."
Metalsmith / Medic
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07-25-2019, 11:21 AM
In the weak light of the autumn moon, and distracted as he was by focusing on the clear leader of this little entourage, Cera had not bothered to give the other two men more than a cursory glance. Clearly a mistake, as his curiosity strike when Wessex stares between himself and one of the others gathered. As he turns his eyes to the stranger, a small gurgle of a surprised noise surfaces in the depths of his throat. It is like staring into a warped mirror, and Cera gives a shy, amused smile to the stranger. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to it more than the initial shock, Cera returned his gaze to Wessex as she introduces herself. Well, herself and the task at hand. He gazes out across the barren land, scouting its shadowed horizons with a practiced, keen eye. Exploration is no strange event for him, though he is particularly...fleshy, now. Adjusting his bag strap and running an idle thumb habitually against the tail end of the scar on his chest, Cera hums softly. More to himself than anything. He knows regardless of his hesitations about how little he knows this world that he will come along. What better way to get to know it? A slightly mischievous smile curls his pale lips, and his shoulders settle more firmly back. "Sounds like a fun challenge," he quips, partially in reply to his look-alike's comment on the area's impassable nature. He won't be left behind on this particular expedition.
Smuggler's Liaison
Age: 36 | Height: 6'3" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 17 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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07-26-2019, 02:31 PM
ADAM Adam wasn't expecting Wessex to be the type to joke along with him. With a surprised smile he winked and bowed towards her. "Oh, well, I'm honoured. If you'll accompany me behind this tre--" His offer was cut off by the arrivals of Rory and Cera, probably for the best; he did not know either of the men but greeted both of them with a friendly wave. He was too drunk to get into proper introductions.
Wessex said they were off on an explore, and Adam was just fine with that. Maybe, maybe, just somehow, to the West would be his home. Even though he'd learnt this was another world, when inebriated he could just about make himself want to believe the road was right behind the trees. "Lead the way." He said amicably, gesturing for Wessex to set off before him. good evening, misadventure. farewell morality. it's time for another risky venture, into the depths of depravity. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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07-29-2019, 12:02 PM
Smuggler's Liaison
Age: 36 | Height: 6'3" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 17 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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07-29-2019, 09:21 PM
ADAM Adam followed along, the drink in his mind drifting him in and out of awareness. The forest was dark and the air was still warm with lingering Longheat atmosphere; it was tempting to just curl up and nap, let the others come back and tell him what was beyond.
But then Wessex asked them to show what they could do, and well, he never turned that down. "If it's climbing we're doing.." Easily, he tipped forward into a handstand, wobbling a little from side to side but still with impressive form for one inebriated. "And I got enough skill with my guns to fuck up anything that wants to fight." He was a little lacking in the ammo department, but...no one else needed to know that. good evening, misadventure. farewell morality. it's time for another risky venture, into the depths of depravity.
Metalsmith / Medic
Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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Change author: Posts: 79 | Total: 6,358 MP: 0 One of the men seems rather...peculiar in his behavior. Not that Cera would judge him on his personality, but he seems off-kilter. To someone who had never encountered alcohol, the medic in the boy can't help but want to escort the man from this little adventure to preserve the integrity of his body and mind. But he seems rather intent on accompanying them, so he keeps mum. It certainly wasn't his place to police the stranger on his limitations, no matter how he desired to. It's enough to occupy his mind as they travel. That, and observing the ragtag group around him. They are all so interesting, and Cera can't help but bite down on his glee at their easy inclusion. He is so thirsty for knowledge of this realm and its people, it's a perfect little midnight outing to quench it. Wessex turns to them in time, as the hills grow steeper and their combined breaths turn more labored. Her claws draw his eye more than her words, the forger in him immediately enamored and intrigued by their mechanics. Adam's wobbling is a more amusing distraction, but he's not so taken by the wobbly acrobatic display as to ignore Wessex's question. "I'm fast and am faster in my wolf form, it's quite tall. Helps to see in the dark as well." Cera's hands come forth to rub against each other, fingering old burns and callouses. "Climbing is no problem, I've strong hands from metalworking," he confirms as well. While not as much use in a fight when he was so unused to his two-legged form, he'd not let himself be left behind or leave the others to a battle either.
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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07-31-2019, 07:54 AM
It was relatively pleasant company to travel with in the dark; they kept to their own thoughts and questions, eyes on the terrain and eyes on the horizon. Rory watched Wessex from the corner of his eye, following her lead but keeping most of his attention on the uneven ground to avoid mishaps. Sometimes he looked up at the surroundings, but to be fair, they were mostly nothing.
Then their progress was blocked by something, that to Rory's topographically inexperienced mind, looked like the cliffs around the Crimson Cataract. He wondered if they were mountains, but he'd always thought mountains were bigger, so maybe not. Rory had seen Wessex's claws before, so his reaction was mostly to glance in her direction. Few things beat her dramatic resurrection last Leafchange, and the role of her claws in it. Then one by one they said what they could do—the drunk man wobbling into a handstand and then talking about something Rory had no idea what it was—and the other confessed to a wolf form and Rory instantly felt all the complicated things he usually avoided feeling. It was like his motherfucking lucky astral twin, or something, and irrationally he wanted to hate him. Then he put it all back under the lid, and sighed. "I can create animals and play with fire," he said, turning to look back at the rockface they needed to climb. "And climbing shouldn't be a problem." the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
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08-01-2019, 08:55 AM
Smuggler's Liaison
Age: 36 | Height: 6'3" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 17 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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08-02-2019, 10:14 PM
ADAM Adam didn't notice everyone's rather disparaging looks as he showed off, sure in his drunkeness that he had impressed them all. Maybe, he entertained himself, they would come up to him later and ask him to show them how he did it.
He continued to walk along happily, looking at the shadows with the same passive pleasantness as he might market stalls, occasionally yawning and wondering how long it would be until they could head back to the village so he could nap...for twelve hours or so. With that looking to be a while away as they went further, he took a little bottle from his bag and swigged, keeping himself topped up. The ground suddenly began to shake and there was a shadow before them - Adam, despite his clumsiness in his state, pulled out his gun quickly. The motion was simply muscle memory by now. He held it, swaying just a little, towards the thing before them. "What is it?" He asked, wanting to know before he shot. good evening, misadventure. farewell morality. it's time for another risky venture, into the depths of depravity. | |||
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