Feral Heart

Potato.  My personal rule for a while now.  Is.  Everything must start with a potato...  So...  Potato.  Potato.  Potato.

Anyhow.  Now onto the RP.  You create the world with me.  I have no maps.  Simply this.  The north is cold.  The south is jungle and swamp.  East is mountains.  West is plains.  At center  meets the old forest.  It is a small world.  Horizons are short and curved compared to those you can see here on earth from the curve of the planet  Now onto other things.  Yes?

Feel free to be creative with where you are and what you are doing.  I will try my best to keep things flowing.  Why all these warnings?  Because I don't want you to be unprepared.

In any case.  This is the in character thread.  All your RPs are belong here.

Try to describe your equipment in your first post if you didn't in your app.  Or if you simply feel it makes a good introduction.

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     Verinian shrugged as he flipped a coin between his fingers and softly bit it.  Gold.  He smiled before pocketing it.  "Guess I'm just lucky then."  "Nyar.  You must have been cheating for a play like that!"  "No.  Count the cards and check the faces if you don't believe me."  "Fine then.  I will.  And you aren't going to move until I'm finished."  They focused now on checking the cards over.  as he blatantly stood and moved over to the bar.  They didn't even notice.  He grinned silently but shook his head.  "Gambling again?"  He shook his head.  "Yeah.  Guess I am."  "up to the same tricks then?"  "Nah.  I didn't cheat and use two decks this time.  Felt like being a little more even."  "Ahh."  The bartender smiled and laughed before moving away.  The man looked up.  And glanced about before finding him and moving over.  Grouchily.  "You had to of cheated!  I just don't know how..." 

     "Well then can I go yet..?  I figure you have better things to do than lose more gold.  And I obviously have better things to do with my time."  He winked at the bartender who shrugged  at him.  "Oh fine.  Just go then ya scanty little...  Before I figure out how you did it..."  And with this he stepped out.  He wasn't a guard any more.  Meaning he could go wherever he wanted.  Do whatever he wished.  But instantly he found his footsteps walking, as practiced for the past several years for the training field.  Once green grass pounded down yellow by constant use.  It looked a little more dreary than it used to.  But it didn't quite matter as he approached a ring. 

     Running his right hand across the wooden railing that flanked parallel each side the main path between rings.  Fighting rings marked by thin metal rings placed upon the ground.  Others moved about.  Younglings and orcs training.  Some others fighting for sport or quarrel.  He had no quarrels today.  But he felt it be nice for some sport before he decided 'bout where to set off...  Maybe he'd visit his mum and dad if he felt like it.  But for now he took a position in one ring.  Letting his leather vestings slide off his shoulders and hanging them over a railing.  And he waited for someone to accept.  His four blades rested crossed at waist and back.  Two shorter blades.  Single edged short swords of a defensive quality.  Durable and sturdy.  And two longer blades.  Very thin rapier.  Made for accuracy and quickness.  Crossed at his  shoulders. 

     He loosened each sheath so that they stood by only the main band, the ends swinging slightly.  Which is what allowed his style.  Under the leather vestings he wore red lined black silk.  With golden threaded stitching.  Thin pants that reached only to his knees like shorts and a long sleeved shirt.  Accompanying his four blades a simple set of balanced silver throwing knives.  Though he loosened the bands on them and removed them.  Such were not for duels of sport.  Every blade was sheathed in thin hardened glassy obsidian.  A common material used in smithing by the demons.  He leaned back and rested.  Letting his mind wander as he listened.  Waiting for someone to take up the challenge.  Finally he heard footsteps approaching the ring. And opened his eyes.  Just an orc who passed by.  Meeting with another for some first blood sport.  The first to draw blood.  No major injuries.  He closed his eyes again.  And returned to waiting.  Another set of footsteps.  Leading closer this time.. 

New community, new people to meet, new things to see, new things to say.  I would like to say hello to this community.  I read through the rules, and there is only one I may have a problem with having come from Dead Frontier, a more mature focused MMORPG style system.  And that is the absolutely no cursing part.  It definitely bugs me how often curses were flung...  But I have to say it.  It effected me.  Though most of the time I somewhat censor myself.  The way I do so tends to be obvious in what would be the original word.  No I am not going to give an example to test it.  >.>  

But thank goodness for exactly the same style of posting page, albeit white is a little to bright for my tastes.  

Oh, and I like writing instinctual poetry, as in written on a moments notice.  Improv you could say.



Without a shadow of a doubt, the wind did shout.  

The sky was dropping stones of fire, the rain still fell like never a ending shower.  

With the winds of change, the shadowed range.  Shallow pools and tentative fools.  

With a darkened touch they did reign.  Not for others but with tooth and fang.  

Greed of a generation put into one single formation.

The cesation of giving, a variation of the unliving.

The fathoms left unobserved, the appetite of the undying left uncurbed.

And I am happy with my mediocre skill at RPing.  (Mediocre means centered, not bad, not great.)