The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 25, 2017 23:31:21 GMT -8
Here stand the Misty Woods. Rumors have spread about how those who enter, never seem to come back out. Typically spanning the most obstructive of mountain chains or serving as an impassable border to entire regions, you may one day come to the very edge of a misted forest, an unusually abrupt wall of massive trees, like ancient dark sentinels towering through a thick and ever-hanging fog under increasingly overcast skies. It is a consistent phenomenon, one that is present in multiple geographical locations throughout the realm and blankets entire swaths of land, though the overwhelming presence of mana is a clear confirmation that these ancient forests are far from just natural...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 26, 2017 7:24:18 GMT -8
There were many things that frightened Roy. Darkness, bears, witches, large spiders...and all of these things seemed to lurk in foggy, spooky woods. So how was it that he always seemed to end up in the middle of a creepy forest? He thought back to the chain of events that had led him here, wondering how it had all gone wrong. He'd gone to bring some cookies to his aunt's house, but had been robbed by a little girl in a red coat and her pet wolf. Even though he handed over the cookies without a fight, the wolf had slipped off the chain and chased him into the woods. He'd climbed a tree to escape, but the branch he'd been sitting on had broken, and he'd fallen into a river. The fast-moving water had flushed him deeper into the woods, and when he'd finally managed to get out, he was miles away from where he'd started. Even then, things could have been ok...but he tripped and fell and knocked over a wasp's nest. The wasps had chased him for hours, and he'd just now gotten away, only to find himself hopelessly lost. Roy sighed, and sat down on a stump. How did he get himself into these situations?
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 26, 2017 8:23:17 GMT -8
Here, time seemed to stand still.
Mists swirled slowly around Roy's legs as he sat, partially concealing a spongy forest floor devoid of twigs, leaves, or other debris. The massive trunks of trees, tightly grouped and dominating the flat landscape, stood like ancient sentinels that rose into the fog, their canopies hidden by a blanket of dull grey. The entire environment felt claustrophobic and a slight bit surreal, and there was not a hint of life beyond Roy... no spiders, no spiders, no wasps, nothing that would normally be associated with the deep woods. He was now engulfed in silence... his own breath clearly audible as he rest, not even a breeze to disturb it...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 26, 2017 8:40:17 GMT -8
Roy glanced about, wondering what sort of forest he'd walked into. Most forests were full of noise, birdsongs and wind and insects and the like. This one, however...something seemed wrong. The forest was almost sterile, without any form of life other than the trees. He got up, suddenly oddly worried by the silence. A quiet forest like this was almost never good news. Perhaps there was a plague in the air, or a witch in the woods, or maybe a predator stalking. Something was wrong. Casting nervous glances back and forth, he picked a direction and started walking. Perhaps he'd run into something or someone, anything but the awful emptiness of the forest. The stillness made it seem as though the trees were closing in on him, trying to make him one of their own.
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 26, 2017 9:07:25 GMT -8
None of those sensations would go away any time soon. The more he walked, the more he might begin to feel trapped. The sheer monotony of the woods, everything a dull grey in the fog and the same trees and dirt passing him over and over again, would seem to indicate that he was probably nowhere near the forest's edge. Had the trees not been slightly configured differently in their positions with each clearing he managed to find, he'd probably become convinced that he was going in circles... But with some observation, even that conclusion would elude him. The dull light of an evening sun just barely penetrated the mist...unwavering in its intensity even if hours seemed to pass...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 26, 2017 9:17:48 GMT -8
How long had he been walking? It seemed like he'd been lost in this forest for a while...but surely the sun should have set by now! Roy looked around him, wondering how far he'd walked. What if he'd been going in circles this whole time? He should have marked his path. Pulling a pocketknife from his pack, he carved a small but noticeable mark into a tree. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he nodded and continued on. Every few trees, he would make another mark, to ensure that he was going the right way and wasn't walking in circles.
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 26, 2017 9:28:28 GMT -8
The trees bore the marks and felt just like regular trees, confirming nothing unusual about them. As he continued to walk, he would find that none of the new trees had been disturbed. It seemed he hadn't been going in actual circles... And the eventual appearance of a grey, featureless boulder further suggested that he was making progress, traveling away from the stump he sat on earlier.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 26, 2017 9:51:57 GMT -8
A boulder! At least there was something other than trees here, Roy mused. He walked up to the boulder, walking around it to look for any sort of features, and eventually climbed up on top of it. Perhaps he'd be able to see something from up there. How long had he been walking around here, anyway? The rock told him that he'd been making progress, although he wasn't exactly sure what he was making progress towards. If only there was a path, or someone to guide him out of this spooky forest...
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 26, 2017 23:45:05 GMT -8
He'd have plenty of time to think... time, which it seemed, that hadn't moved much at all. Even if he pondered for what seemed like hours upon the boulder, no creature or being would come to him. The mist felt slightly cool as it licked and wisped around his limbs, and in the eerily unnatural stillness of the air, he'd notice how easily it reacted to his motions...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 27, 2017 15:25:45 GMT -8
The damp mist made Roy shiver, and he summoned a small fireball in his hand to warm himself up. The stillness in the air worried him, and it felt as though time itself had stagnated. Had he stumbled into some magical trap? He closed his eyes, trying to sense any sort of ambient magic. Perhaps this was all an illusion...or maybe he really was just lost. Who could tell anymore? He pulled a bar of chocolate from his pocket, unwrapping it and crunching idly. Was there anyone else in this lonely forest?
"HELLO! IS THERE ANYONE THERE?"
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 29, 2017 12:15:41 GMT -8
The magic in the air was very strong, and if Roy had not sensed it before, he certainly would have his confirmation when the fireball he produced burned more potently than expected, materializing unusually effortlessly from his spellcraft. It may have been an exciting discovery, were it not for the sheer loneliness that woule surely begin to set in... the sound of his chocolate, his own heartbeat, and the echo of his call were all that would greet him, as though he had found himself trapped in an unusual nightmare...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 30, 2017 12:23:37 GMT -8
The size of the fireball startled Roy, and he soon realized exactly how much magic there was in this place. Still, despite the magic, it seemed as though he was alone in the forest...sighing, he got off the rock and continued on his way, praying that he'd find something of interest. He continued marking his way, and wished that there was some way out of this place. Despite the vast woods, it felt claustrophobic, as though the trees were closing in on him. Maybe soon he'd wake up and realize that he'd been dreaming this whole time...
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 30, 2017 12:53:26 GMT -8
On and on it went... trees scrolled by slowly, their unusually massive size easily causing one who wandered among them to feel small and slow, like an ant that meandered through the woods. Similar boulders would show up occasionally, though it wasn't until what felt like an hour that any sort of color would pop out to him. Glowing mushrooms, in two patches with each stalk a different color, grew at the base of a tree and near one of the grey boulders. Amid an endless world of misty grey, they were sure to catch his eye...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 30, 2017 15:26:42 GMT -8
Roy was immediately drawn to the mushrooms, as they were the first new thing he'd seen in quite some time. He approached carefully, although he wasn't quite sure what he was worried about. It wasn't as though the mushrooms were going to jump up and get him...was it? He had been attacked by mushroom creatures before, and had been a bit wary ever since. Still, these looked safe enough. He walked up to the mushroom, poking it gently with the toe of his shoe. Assuming nothing interesting happened, he bent down and inspected it carefully. What an odd sort of mushroom, glowing like that. After a moment's hesitation, he reached down and plucked it from the ground. Maybe it would be interesting to show to people when he got out of here. Of course, there was absolutely no way he was going to eat such a thing. Who knew what it would do? Eating glowing mushroom would probably make him sick.
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 30, 2017 15:42:45 GMT -8
The mushrooms did not sprout legs or teeth, and seemed simple enough. When Roy's own foot prodded them gently, they bent like typical fungi, assuming he was gentle enough not to snap them in two. When Roy plucked one of the mushrooms, he'd notice how the bioluminescence seemed to emanate from the sappy fluid within, and the broken stalk seemed slightly moist. The mushroom, still glowing, felt normal in his hand.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 30, 2017 19:01:01 GMT -8
Roy carefully wiped the sticky sap from the mushroom off his hand, putting it away in his pocket. Who knew, maybe he'd be able to grow them. Glowing mushrooms were certainly something interesting, and might look good in a window box or a flowerpot. Witches liked mushrooms, didn't they? Perhaps he'd give it to one of those witches...that is, if he ever got out of here. Still, he had to be getting somewhere, didn't he? He'd been walking forever, it seemed...perhaps it was time for him to take a rest. Sighing, he leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes, trying to relax. Perhaps a nap would do him good. Maybe he'd wake up at home, and realize that this had all been a dream...
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The Misty Woods
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Registered: Feb 16, 2015 21:12:07 GMT -8
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Post by The Misty Woods on Oct 30, 2017 21:04:32 GMT -8
Nothing would arrive to disturb his slumber, and as he rest, he'd find that the cool air of the mist was the perfect temperature. What was once a claustrophobic world of monotony became the perfect cradle, as he could rest with literally no other worries save for how he would escape, and upon waking, even that wouldn't be an issue anymore. His eyes would eventually flutter open, and a slight breeze could be felt through his hair. He'd discover that the forest trees had become smaller. The ground now had all the debris of the woods, and tall lush grasses brushed against his skin. In the distance, a small cottage could be seen, illuminated through the forest canopy by slivers of moonlight...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 31, 2017 7:45:42 GMT -8
At least the still forest led to a nice napping spot, Roy thought. He closed his eyes, and woke up...moments later? Hours, perhaps? Who knew? Time didn't seem to go anywhere in this forest...but when he looked around, he realized that he wasn't in the forest anymore. He was somewhere else entirely, with a breeze blowing and leaves on the ground. Getting to his feet, he spotted the cottage and started walking over. Maybe there would be someone there who could help him.
[Exit]
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Mic Renfauld
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 19
Physical Description: Weak, 5'11". Thin and scrawny. Fair hair and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: 1. Well-worn light cotton shirt. Button-up.
2. Green overjacket. Good against the wind.
3. Leather travelling cloak.
4. A magical bicycle. Don't ask how it works.
5. Thick-soled travelling shoes.
6. Rune encyclopaedia.
Player's online availability : GMT+8
Registered: Feb 9, 2018 22:47:49 GMT -8
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Post by Mic Renfauld on Feb 10, 2018 0:37:02 GMT -8
If there's one thing Mic remembers, would be his own Father's study. He'd never known his old man, Mic only knew who his Father was after his Mother had explained what he was like. His Father's memory lived on through his notes and the people who knew him: but where he expressed his foremost candidacy was in his writings, something his Mother drilled into Mic after his Father's passing. His father had spent his life trying to prove one fact: that you could split a rune. His father, Charlie Renfauld, came ever so close. He tragically died a week before his texts were to be published and Mic's mother was fiercely protective of his final notes: not wishing to shell out these treasured memories to anyone, besides Charlie's immediate family. The notes, to Mrs. Renfauld, were more than just Charlie's writings: they had Charlie's unique heart and soul within them. Despite Mic's best attempts to get his Father's notes out to the world, Mic couldn't surmount his Mother's protectiveness of her late Husband.
He pondered the thought for a second. It was a throbbing, painful memory that left a bitter taste in his mouth. Then, he snapped back to reality.
Back and forth Mic's feet pedaled, steadily moving him down the forest trail. He swung from left to right on his bicycle as he leaped down the windy path. His backpack was huge and loftily chucked his scrawny body from side to side, barely managing to hold on. He weaved in and out of the hard oaks: the low-hanging willows, the proud pines. He skipped up and down the upturned rocks and roots, bouncing on his wheels with a crunch, as he set off down a hill. He was engrossed in his dare-devil riding. His brow knitted in concentration. Each hill he bounded down he got more caught up in his little world.
The rune he was looking for was the Fog-Major rune. He could extract this rune using one of his Father's vials, with a little runic sealant on the cap. He wasn't sure exactly what the rune was for, but he recognized its name in his Father's notes. As a keen reader of the Rune Encyclopaedia: he'd memorized a great list of runes and thus could identify where to locate the Fog-Major rune. However, he had unluckily skimmed over his Father's work, missing the section on 'Isolating the Fog-Major and Fog-Minor' rune. As any experienced runeologist would know it's a common amateur mistake. But an amateur is what an amateur is: someone who loves what they do. In the eyes of Mic, everything to do with runes is a blissful adventure.
Spotting a line of coming fog, he skidded his bicycle, ending his breakneck race at the base of the hill. He looked to the sky, then down to his pocketwatch to make sure of the time. The nasties come out around six-ish and so he had a couple hours. This should be the right amount of time to catch a sample of the rune. He hitched his bike to a nearby log, then made a few steps towards an opening into the wood. His foot grazed a stone and he stumbled a bit, tipping forward. Catching himself, he looked from side to side, to see if anyone was there. The atmosphere was cold and dank and much different to the outside environment. He felt a prickle down his spine: this place made him uneasy.
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Feb 10, 2018 4:03:33 GMT -8
As the fog started to swirl in around him, Sangrei sighed gently. He had gathered everything that Eira had requested, but now he was clearly lost, and the fog certainly wouldn't help things. He readjusted the knapsack on his back, combing his finger through his hair as he looked around him. All of the trees looked the same, and the fog was just about to settle. In the end, he was forced to pick a direction and press on, keeping his eyes and ears open for anything lurking nearby, but also for salvation in the form of an exit.
"Really shoulda asked for somethin' to keep me on track. Wish I brought a compass," the ex-mercenary quietly mused to himself. A few minutes later, his eye began to throb. While Sangrei knew he could normally see reasonably in the dark, it wasn't quite the same feeling. The feeling subsided, and though nothing in particular had happened, he felt compelled to alter his direction slightly. A shrug eased away the unnatural feeling, and though he was curious about the phenomenon, there wasn't much he could do to figure out what had happened.
Sangrei finally came across a clearing where the fog was considerably thinner. In the distance, he could see the outline of a figure on the ground. Hand resting loosely on his sword, he continued forward. "Heya, hope that's a person over there. Just another friendly traveler, I promise."
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