Dark Is Not Evil
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Thread Topic: Dark Is Not Evil
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Fine, fine.
Should we wait for one more person or have a someone make a second character? -
we could wait unless someone wants another character.
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Hey, Emy. Been meaning to tell you I love you))
THIS IS A FREAKING DAREEE)) -
Well on that note, does anyone want to make a second character. I'd like to move forward.
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I'll take one if no one else wants it.
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I'm fine with just one
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I think you might as well make one Spice. I don't think anyone else is.
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Alrighty then
Name: Astella Carielle
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Class: Fighter but her dream is to be a bard.
Skills: (What kind of special skills does your character have) Fantastic musician, very strong with the downside of being rather clumsy.
Appearance: Green skin and bright red eyes and (hair? if orcs have hair). She also wears brown leather from some obscure creature with a belt enforced with bone.
Personality: Cheerful, enthusiastic, friendly, supportive and optimistic.
Bio: She was passed around a lot as a kid and finally was thrown into the real world with little to no education when she was 18. She has been doing her best to catch up on schooling.
Other: :) -
Nice. I'll finally start this tomorrow.
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(Alright, so we start with our characters going through an average day with nothing really special happening and not even aware for each other's existence. And the wizard hasn't activated his spell yet either.)
Marlow shambled long the floor of the forest he was residing in. Since his resurrection, he was no longer allowed to go back to his old hometown as most everyone thought he would eat them because he became a zombie. So as of the moment, he was living in the forest and hunting for food when he needed it. Right now though, he was kneeling in front of a river to refill his canteen. Even the undead need something to drink. -
Ruther tinkered with a few scraps of metal that Billy had found for him, waiting for a block of copper to finally smelt. The creamy white goat bleated and nuzzled Ruther's dirty, calloused hands. He patted her affectionately and returned to his work as she sniffed delicately at his oily apron.
Astella splashed some cool, refreshing water onto herself, sighing happily as it washed the grime and sweat off of her skin. She sat by the lake and took out a flute, specially made to suit her. She kicked her feet in the crystal clear water and began to play a lovely, cheerful tune. -
L'Azuli held up her hand, waving for the barkeep to hand her another drink. He handed it to her and she downed it, careful to keep her hood and cloak over her wings and face. Suddenly, there was a sharp tap on her shoulder, and a familiar voice hissed into her ear.
"Azi, what are you doing here?!?" the voice exclaimed in a hushed voice. An exasperated sigh followed.
L'Azuli raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. "Grudaar, I thought I told you I was through with the job. I'm done."
The angry orc took a seat next to her. "But we need you!" His small black eyes glistened with anger, and though he tried to keep it down to keep L'Azuli from seeing it, she knew. -
Nixeve crept along the roadside behind a few large boulders. This particular caravan led to a nearby town, so she had to act quick if she was going to escape without being caught.
The steady horse slowly trotted across the path, but stopped for a moment to sniff the dewy grass. Nixeve decided it was time. She leaped out, as swift as the horse, and grabbed the knapsacks on the sides of the carriage.
The coachman yelped as he heard a freak in the back of his carriage, pulling the reigns. The horse neighed, and came to a halt.
Nixeve unsheathed her dagger, then smiled. Of course, the coachman, in fear for his life, made no remarks.
Nixeve left with the bags, darting to the town she had just came from. If she was going to be staying there, she couldn’t be stealing any goods within the town. -
(Should point out, there won't be a turn order unless you guys want it.)
Marlow looked around as he drank and saw a deer on the other side. He didn't want to attack it as he had no need for more food so he just kept drinking. He though It's so odd. I used to think zombies just ate and ate and ate. Now that I am one, I don't even have those desires. I wonder if that's why people fear me.
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