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Meliai followed behind in pace that allowed her to hear the two talk. "Dragon slayer" she spoke with a disappointing sigh. Her interactions with slayers in general did not leave a good impression of them. "Look, I know we have a record of being destructive, but please keep the fights small at...
maybe some extra details can help. what do you see the character as?
Got my second character drawn. I have not introduced him yet but i want to see where everyone is going first. Got big plans for this guy.
With a sigh Meliai did not put up a fight for the offer of a mission. "Fine to the swamps then". She picks up her wooden staff and headed toward the door. "If we wanna do it we should go now. I know that getting to the swamp takes a while and i don't even have a good book to pass the time".
Meliai's disappointment was clearly visible. Once gain the guild hall has suffered damage. "You guys are the reason we need to spend half our jewels on repairs" she said this to no one in particular. She set her foot down onto the floor and began to merge with it. Bits of wooden floorboards and...
Melia shrugged. she didn't really care what she was doing as long as it had jewels involved. "I don't need to pack anything so ill be ready to go". Meliai noticed one of guild members starting another brawl. "uggh" she was openly displeased by this. Because of her magic she took the role of...
"Let me see." Meliai the great tree member loomed over Taylor's shoulder without so much as a trace of sound. In her usual attempts to avoid the more rambunctious guild members she subtly sneaked over to the request board. But after not finding anything good she decided to just go with whatever...
Name: Meliai Fraxer
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: long, unkempt black hair, with somewhat of a pale complexion to her, she tends to hunch so people thinks shes shorter than she really is. she wears droopy brown robes and carries a wooden staff with her
Guild Mark: Green, Left eyelid...
As Grasket layed in his bed he could hear the two rattle off about themselves and their new objectives. He kept mental notes in his sleep about the type of beasts that live nearby and the path to the west.
As the night sky began to slightly brighten, the goblin got up and began packing. "First...
For a second Meliai was not being blasted and was able to think. Any footprints near her were gone. Whoever was attacking her seems to spend most of their time either high up or away from the ground. That means they have to have high mobility or air magic to keep attacking. But another message...
there are times when RP's have long gaps to them. if you have anything you want to post go ahead. i'm sure none will get mad you if you post on a thread that had a 3 weeks last posted.
The goblin stands for few minutes hand on chin. "A partnership eh? Sold!" the basilisk stands down in response to her master's tone of happiness. "Finally i'm getting something out of coming here. No need for that useless orc money now." He clasp his hands together and make a quick chant. "Now...
Meliai was worried that her signal did not reach and tried to peer over back to Hana. But when she slowly inched back a POP! all of sudden launched her backwards. This isn't good. She thought. He must've spotted me. Then another blast seemingly out of nowhere smacked her hard in the face. In a...
The basilisk screams with full alert as there seems to be two oddities that entered the tent. Grasket jumped with with his bone tool in a awkward fighting stance. "Who are-WHAT." The panicked goblin takes a minute to breath and looks at the two cloaked beings. Then crosses his arm with an...
Grasket lied down in a sack filled with clothes as his bed. Lambaska circled around in case of any disturbances. Grasket lays a verbal chant "Spirits through my servants to me speak" then closes his eyes to rest. The three undead are bounding, moving as though hey were a pack of dogs. when they...
The light sears at the orc, causing his eyes to lose their ghastly luster and makes the orc stopped moving like a powered down machine. As Grasket was enjoying some charred meat he felt a click. The feeling of something turning of was probably of the undead orc dying "again". which usually means...
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