Setting
You are at the edge of a dense forest, at the bottom of an open field to your north.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Forest Border is a part of 
Forest of Twilight.
221 Characters Here
Violet Dawn [345] My parents thought it'd be cute to name me 'Violet' with a last name 'Dawn'
Patch [156] Strong voice of reason.
Cat The Dragon [90] A dragon named cat, about 9 foot high. Light purple in colour with large rabbit like ears.
The Shade [71] For magic, I thirst
Gavin McCune [62] I will have her!
Voidforger [60] A shapeshifter who's world was destroyed long ago
Valkyrie Victoria [59] Temporary: Needs Edited
Soldier [58] Tall, bulky and wrapped in a red Warflex Combat suit with gray detailing. There is no visible skin or identifying structures to give hint of gender. The face mask covers all features, the Necrodermis metal meshing together almost seamlessly.
Amoir [58]
EvaLazaro [55] A quiet woman whose eyes betray a past best left forgotten and a hope for a better future.
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Kylan "arg.." he muttered below his breath, as he shifted his body weight around while he scootched just a little further back. He watched as the heat rose in his opponent's hand, and he knew then he was charging some sort of magical attack. Then again, magick doesn't need to be charged if there's enough eve or mana to use it. He looked to where the creature's eyes kept vanishing to. "Don't like the dagger eh?" he spoke through partialy closed lips. That's too bad.. he thought, as he collected his defensive posture still and taking a quick glance to his routes about him. 3. he thought. He now could smell the ash and heat and curled his nose at it. "Well?.."
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The half blind female was wandering through the area, seeking fresh air instead of hanging around the dimly lit Bar back in the city. With her hand on Renblade, ready to protect herself if need be, Isis slowly walked through the forest. She was a little apprehensive, afterall, she could hear the echos of battle somewhere. "Everywhere I go, everything gets weirder and weirder," the young woman remarked, then climbing a tree for her own amusement. She lept from tree branch to tree branch, watching for anything at ground level.
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Asimov Zelazny snarled and clenched his fist as the heat could be seen visibly, distorting the air around it. "No dagger! Don't like!", he growled. He was learning rather slowly he thought and was beginning to think he would actually need to attack. He heard something in the distant forest and hissed, causing his hand to burst into blue flame. He was now afraid that there were more creatures like this man coming to attack and backed away slowly, his hair stiffening like quills. "No wait... no out! Don't like!", he tried to convey his frustration and feelings.
Kylan squinted his eyes as if it was going to help him better understand the situation. Sure the creature didn't like the dagger, but he didn't like the idea of loosing the dagger and gaining a fire ball. He snapped his head back to see what the creature was snarling at, but heard nothing. He did though, see birds swoosh for the skies as if something startled them. He rifled his head back to the blue haired blue fire wealder. He didn't get jumped when he looked away.. That's a plus. His eyes gleared the rooty floor of the forest for something red and tender-like. The steak was pretty much in the center of the two. "Treat?" he repeated, as he lowered his posture to the ground and withdrew the dagger to hide it below clothings again. He was still almost just as effective in this position, but looked less threatening. "Treat?" he repeated, remaining still.
Asimov Zelazny turned his gaze solely to the man and glared at him till he put away the dagger. He relaxed slightly as the flames dissipated and he knelt to a similar level. "Treat? No treat.", he didn't understand the word and was more focused on defense than his hunger at the moment. He continued to growl quietly at each of the man's movements as if warning him to take it slow. He continued to look over the man's shoulder at the trees, occasionally watching for the sounds he heard.
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Isis heard voices talk in simple sentences somewhere nearby her now. In her red uniform the female came to a stop on one of the branches overhead. Thankfully, she was shadowed by the limbs of the trees she was hiding in, no one could see her in her crimson skirt uniform unless they tried to look for her. That is, unless Renblade decided to glow more intensely. At the moment, the glow from her demon blade could've easily been mistaken for light shining through the very trees the half blind female was hiding in.
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Kylan from behind the robes Kylan's left hand worked the hoister and dagger as he finally sheathed the blade. He relaxed by stretching backwards onto his toes, before rising to his feet. At the same time of rising both hands can be seen swinging by his sides. He walked closer now, but stopped just short of the steak and quite a ways still from the creature. He then smiled his way before resuming his search of the loot left by the three dead men that lay on the forest floor.
Asimov Zelazny watches the man's movement and snorted, scratching his head slightly before returning his gaze to the trees. He was sure he heard something and maybe even saw a slight flash of red. He looked back tot he man and the rummaging of the corpses, "Well?" He heard the man use this word before and was unsure what it meant. He scratched again and glimpsed up at the trees, waiting for an appearance.
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[color=teal]Suddenly, the bow under Isis' feet began to crack. She tried to balance herself so the bow wouldn't give way beneath her. Unfortunately for the half blind blonde, the tree didn't want to comply with her wishes. "Crap," she muttered, yelping when the bow gave way. Instead of letting herself get trashed by the limbs of the tree and the surrounding trees, she tried to break her inevitable fall by bouncing off the other trees with her feet. Eventually, the half blind female crashed to the ground, happily on her feet, but she was forced to dodge a few other branches that had decided to tumble down after her by jumping forward and somersaulting out of the way. (c)
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Kasha The eight year old wandered around, listless and care free. She knew she was powerful. She knew it and she loved it. She was a small eight year old and her blonde curls bounced around her face as she crept through the forest, spying some people, older people and halting. She watched and raised an eyebrow, mouth parting in a smirk. Sweet huh? Little girl all innocent. Not so.
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Once she stood up again, she was covered in dirt and needles from a few of the pine trees. "Well that went great," she commented bitterly, pushing herself back to her feet and brushing her jacket, skirt and legs off with her gloved hands. She double checked for Renblade before she had realized she had landed infront of the two men she had been more or less spying on. "Um, Greetings!" She stated sheepishly, giving a friendly smile and wave.
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Kylan chuckled solemnly as he heard the creature speak 'well' quite swell. He shook his head some now bringing items out of the santchel and looked them over and smell checked some certain goods before deciding to keep or toss them. He stood up, still holding a sack of small red spuds and a loaf of bread. His eyes looked onward at the forest where the creature before him had been idlely looking for some time. "Well.." he muttered, finding himself repeating the creature when the creature didn't even know what it meant. There's humor in that somewhere he knows it.. Either way, he was astonished to find not a squirrel that caught Asimov's attention but a grown woman. "I'll be." he finishes at last before smiling in return and waving once in return. "Who be you?" is all he could find to be appropriate to say.
Asimov Zelazny hissed loudly and jumped back, away from the woman. Her appearance startled him so badly that he fell backwards and continued scrabbling away from the trees on all fours. "No, Well! Don't like!", he shouted as his hair once again stood on end like a startled cat. He glared wide eyed from the woman to the man and back again, hissing and making clicking sounds. He occasionally looked up at the trees expecting a Buick or some other strange beast to fall from the sky.
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Isis rubbed the back of her head. Her straight blonde hair had fallen in front of her eye patch but the strings attached to it still went in violently straight lines across her fair face. Her single good eye took a moment to register the beast across the way before her attention returned to the male who had asked who she was. "Erm. My name is Isis Celeste," she responded.
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Kylan held a breath when he realized the thing, maybe male, was rearing away in fright. "Easy.. easy.." he coaxed while acting it out with hand gestures. He looked back to Isis and raised an eyebrow and lightly shrugged. "So Mrs. Celeste what brings you out here?" he uttered, swinging his hands to gesture how unusual this may seem.. A blue creature, a robed individual, and 3 dead adventurers just to the left of her.
Asimov Zelazny slowly moved closer to the two, sniffing the air. He was a little more careful towards the male, being as he had shown slightly hostility by drawing a weapon earlier. "Name... Isis.", he repeated. Making sure not to get too close to her, he picked up a stick and attempted to lift her skirt out of shear curiosity. "Isis... Miss...", he sniffed at her, lowering his head to look her red skirt. He could tell by her smell that she was female and immediately took an interest.
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Feeling a bit of grit under her eye patch, she reached around the back of her head and took hold of both strings and her other hand taking hold of the patch. She pulled it off and rubbed at her blind right eye. She squeaked and swatted away the stick when it lifted the edge of her skirt. "I don't think so!" she remarked, looking to the beast with her blind eye and her good storm blue left eye.
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Kylan turned sideways now, looking at the two from a profile view. All the while he was reaching down into the bag and pulling out a red spud potatoe. He bit into it, and chewed away while shifting his weight about and downing the mouthful. "Yeah, I dunno about him " he gestured to Asimov before biting the potato again. "He picks up on words pretty good though." He paused midway from biting again. "Oh, I'm Kylan by the way." *chomp* *chew, chew* *smack* ...
Asimov Zelazny hissed at she swatted the stick away and looked up at her. Suddenly, he sat up and pointed at her eye, "Dotanuh..." He didn't know the common words yet so he had to speak his native tongue, (Do - You are) and (Tanuh - Blind). He lowered his ears in a sympathetic look, covering his own eye. Glancing over at the man with his eye still covered he listened and pointed, "Kylan...". He laughed, still covering his eye and added, "Kylan bahro!" Bahro was a word in his language meaning anything from monster or animal, to savage or uncivilized. He pointed from each person, saying there names and stopping at himself, "Asimov!" he stood up straight as if proud of his name, all the while still covering his eye.
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"What of it," she remarked to the body language of her being blind. She gave a light huff and looked down at her red patch, rubbing away the pieces of bark that had gotten stuck in the fabric. Her scarred visage gave a bit of a disgusted look at Kylan. She then giggled, Bahro was something she had heard before in her travels. "Well, according to your friend here, he says you're an absolute savage," she smirked, replacing the eyepatch over her scarred and blind eye.
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Kylan snickered. Kylan than looked from the beast and to Isis. His face looked sour as she giggled and poked for fun.. He scuffed as already insult were thrown that he was the savage. "Tssh.. should he poke again at your skirt or did yea already forgot that?" he snapped, before pulling himself away from the conversation but not out of communication. He went across the ground he just came from to revisit the corpse with the knife pinning his neck to the tree. He grumbled below his breath before propping himself on the tree with one hand, and the other on the hilt of the dagger. "Hmmph!" he exhaled as he drew strength to remove the lodged blade, the carcass slumping to the damp forest floor with a dull thud. He then proceeded to move about his proximity there, attending the conversation but this time pre-occupied in inspecting and cleaning the blade. This is where his eyes would rest for the moment, on the gleam of the dagger.
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If you go to the account tab at the top and go to profile, it will list what friends are on to the left side of the page.
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Asimov Zelazny perks his ears up and turns his head to the trees, suddenly disappearing as mysteriously as he arrived.
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"So what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" Isis asked, leaning her weight all on one leg with her hand on the opposing hip. Her storm blue left eye watched the man as he preened the dagger in his hand till it shone with a gleam reminiscent of death.
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Kylan finished, and reached around himself to conceal the dagger somewhere behind him. He looked up at the sky while he thought up an answer for her. Inhaling he responds, "Its getting dark." He looked from the sky to see her again, he really hasn't studied her face until now. The patch really takes a lot of the attention away from her face, "You know, its probably best you don't look to much into it." his tone was rather sharp and to the point, quite savvy to say the least.