Topic: From the Pits of Hell
Subject: OOOOOO
"I've always wanted to go there. It looks awfully thrilling. Say, does anybody happen to have any food? Hey, where did I find this ring? Huh, who cares."
The Kender began to dig through his packs, hoping to find something he could eat.
Posted on 2009-05-26 at 02:54:18.
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell
Subject: enter bobledoboingyberoo
The kender bobbed, his long blonde hair whipping behind him.
"You can call me Beroo, Rajini. I'm a kender, you see. That makes me the best travel companion you can ever have!"
Posted on 2009-05-26 at 02:47:48.
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell
Subject: sitting...watching...falling...
Nobody knew they were being watched. Even demons can't spot a kender when he doesn't want to be found.
He resisted the urge to run forth and grab the wings, or to tug the demons hair, or to pull the werewolves tail. Everything here was just so exciting! He felt his limbs get stiff, so he tried to stretch them.
He then fell ten feet out of a tree and landed next to the werewolf.
"AHHHH! Are you gonna eat me? I know it's bad, but it would be dreadfully exciting to be eaten by a werewolf. OH! What are you? You look pretty, but deadly. Where's the man with the wings, or the demon lady that he slept with? Oh, my name is Bobledoboingyberoo. What's yours?"
Posted on 2009-05-25 at 17:37:29.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: so uh, what's up now?
Donald looked at the new girl.
"Kate, is it? Sorry about bumping into you. I'm not exactly in the right state of mind most of the time."
Posted on 2009-05-25 at 17:33:34.
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell Recruitment
Subject: I'm waiting
I'm waiting on word on whether or not I can post. Cause I'm ready to get Bobledoboingyberoo rolling
Posted on 2009-05-23 at 15:22:13.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Oh chill
Donald laughed at Dawn.
"Chill, alright? I happen to be very good at making acquaintances." Donald started walking down towards the parking lot, where he parked his own beat up car. As he stepped out the building, he walked into the girl trying to get in.
"Oh, s**t. I'm so sorry."
Posted on 2009-05-22 at 18:36:42.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: owie
Seth grunted with effort as he tried to scoot himself across the ground towards where his clothes lay in a pile. The Lycan got to him first.
"You aren't the first person to try that trick. It's funny to watch you guys try."
Seth knew his fate. "Man, I'm screwed."
He could only hope Rose, Travis and...Max got here quick enough.
Posted on 2009-05-21 at 01:49:17.
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Topic: Intergalactic Exploration Agency
Subject: clap clap clap
Yales laughed. "Don't worry. Some people are made for close quarters, some are marksmen, others are scientists or tradesmen. Everyone has a place on this crew."
He looked at the other Human. "Well, let me see what you can do, my friend."
Posted on 2009-05-21 at 01:43:45.
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell Recruitment
Subject: btw
You guys don't have to call me Bez. You can call me Leeson or Tyler, either or. And I'm glad you guys got Cali or Alabama. I got friggin NC. IN the middle on NOWHERE!
Posted on 2009-05-21 at 01:41:22.
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell Recruitment
Subject: uhhh...
Everyones a homie. even people I've never talked to are homies.
Nevermind. I'll post it now, and she can tell me if she isn't recruiting anymore.
Name: Bobledoboingyberoo Pouchwatcher.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Kender
Class: Rogue
Personality: Childish, careless, whimsical. Always finds a way to bring laughter to his friends, but noone else seems to think his antics are quite so comical. Especially guards. They just can't grasp the fact that he didn't mean to take the objects, he was just trying to find their owners because they misplaced them...in his packs.
Appearance: Blonde hair, shoulder length and in a ponytail. He wears green leggings with a white linen shirt that looks like it was made to fit a dwarf. He carries a sling and a dagger for weaponry.
Likes: Shiny things, money, travel, large cities, people, boats, dragons, demons, water, fire, wind, storms, etc etc etc.
Dislikes: Goblins, orcs, kender-eaters.
Fears: HA! I AM IMMUNE TO FEAR! Except for the fear of losing his pouches. That scares the willies out of him.
Past: Bobledoboingyberoo left his home early on, wandering out into the world in search of adventure, excitement, and magical items that were shiny. His parents both died at the hands of city guards, executed for stealing from the king. (They didn't take anything!) His little brother is in charge of his 13 sisters, and they will all be leaving home sometime soon.
Other: Bobledoboingyberoo, strangely, does not keep a large assortment of maps. To him, getting lost multiplies the excitement by a hundred!
Posted on 2009-05-21 at 00:09:38.
Edited on 2009-05-21 at 00:35:24 by Bezmir
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell Recruitment
Subject: dude
Homie, I planned on playing a Kender. You have nothing to fear from one of those.
Posted on 2009-05-21 at 00:05:37.
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Topic: From the Pits of Hell Recruitment
Subject: so....
Would you happen to still be recruiting?
Posted on 2009-05-20 at 23:58:44.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: whew
Donald followed suit. Their schedules were exactly the same, so he figured he could afford to watch her hips all day. Life was good for Donald now. As they walked, he smoked another cigarette. Man, things turned around quick.
Posted on 2009-05-20 at 20:44:49.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: I'm done for the night
Donald got up when the class was over.
"So, where to next? I'll just follow you."
He had forgotten how amazing it was to watch her walk.
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:47:02.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: wow...
Donald laughed and smoke escaped from him.
"Dude, you don't know your charge very well. She seems perfectly capable of getting herself into trouble without anyone's help."
Donald threw his arms behind him, letting them one drape behind Dawn. Forget Adrian. He was getting it from someone else.
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:39:09.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: alright
Donald leaned back.
"He totally hates me."
He lit a cigarette while the teacher was gone. He didn't really care if anyone minded.
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:36:01.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: haaaa
Donald stood up and hugged Eli.
"Lighten up, man. I'm just f*****g with you. You're a very handsome man."
Donald sat right next to Dawn.
"And you might wanna get used to me. I plan on sticking around a while."
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:29:22.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: baha
Donald laughed. "Ohhh alright. Doesn't change the truth of anything I just said." Donald began absent mindedly singing again.
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:23:49.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: uhhh, you mean you?
Donald shrugged.
"Alright, so we're talking about you. Assuming you two are still lovers? I stopped paying attention. And who was big tall protective dude? He needs to get high and laid. Looks like he had a stick up his a**."
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:20:54.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Donald
He strode over to Dawn.
"So, what's so important?"
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:18:46.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: gotcha
Donald just pocketed the note, and looked forward, blah blah blah long lecture. Paying attention was never his strong suit. He began to wish he had smoked that joint. As he looked at Dawn, he began to laugh. He kept it silent, but wrote her a note back.
"She needs to get high."
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:13:41.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: unh....
Seth woke up confused. He was sitting, tied to a chair, completely naked. And there was a grown man standing in front of him. The hell....
The man was dangling a sharpened hook. He swung it in slow arcs. "Now, if you don't tell us what we want to know, we will make sure this rips through every part of your body."
Seth struggled against the chair. His triceps groaned as he pulled against the chair, lean muscle working as hard as he could through exhaustion. His whole body hurt from the impact with the tree, and this man was threatening him.
He was screwed. He sighed, and accepted his fate. Or at least, that's what the Lycan thought.
He'd noticed it earlier. Explosives, all around, he was guessing the bring down the place to conceal any evidence or information this place had. He had also found a wire leading to a section of c4 on the side. He waiting until the Lycan walked in the direction and hooked his toes around the wire and jerked. He then threw himself over the prepare for the blast.
Nothing happened.
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:11:44.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: oh well
Donald chuckled to himself. First time he'd seen an Asian turn red with anger. He looked at the note, and wrote back.
"Don't worry. I'll just put her back in her place if she gets too big for her pants, breeches, whatever that damn saying is."
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 03:05:11.
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Topic: Into the Hollows
Subject: haHA
The tavern was alive. A skilled bard was playing a fast tune on a harp, all the patrons were cheerful, and everyone was having an epic time. But none moreso than the pirate.
He downed his ale like it was water, guzzling it faster than the man he was in competition with. He patted the mans back roughly, causing him to spit his ale out and laugh. The frog and frigate was in full swing tonight.
"Oi, bard! Sing me a slow song, won't ye, lad?"
As he plucked his harp in a gentle tune, the pirate stood on a stool.
"This song goes to all our brethren, fallen t' the sea. May she continue to be a perilous, restless friend, yet could be yer enemy in a heartbeat!"
Amid great cheers, the bard was still heard, and moisture formed in almost every sailors eyes, as they all said the name of a dear companion, and sent a toast to the other side.
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 02:54:37.
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Topic: Intergalactic Exploration Agency
Subject: haha, well done
Yales laughed heartily. "I like your style. But let me show you something, if I may."
His own hologram stood in front of him. It lunged with ferocious speed, speed that would throw most men off balance in a heartbeat. But Yales had been engaged in one on one fights his whole life. He caught the arm and threw the hologram across the room, using it's own momentum. Yales then ducked under the next roundhouse kick, using his own downward motion to elbow the things bent knee cap. It fell hard, and Yales punched it square against his throat. It let loose a gurgle, and then a scream as Yales lifted him to his feet, threw an arm behind it's back, and jerked upwards with enough force to lift it from the ground. He felt bone disconnect from joint, and he threw it forward, sending it sprawling to the ground. He then stomped the back of it's head, and the image flickered away.
"Try to rely less on weapons and gadgets. There is a very good chance that, later in a mission, you will be out of grenades, ammo, and your blades may start to dull. I can't force you to do so, but I can help tone your bodies into weapons of their own."
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 02:47:32.
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