To distant lands I create with my music...
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"What did you put in the fire?" Kaladin said. "To make that special smoke?"
"Nothing. It was just and ordinary fire."
"But, I saw-"
"What you saw belongs to you. A story doesn't live until it is imagined in someone's mind."
"What does the story mean, then?"
"It means what you want it to mean," Hoid said. "The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think , but to give you questions to think upon. Too often, we forget that."
~ Way of Kings

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OOC- Pity. This topic had some serious stuff going for it.

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Hesari continued to lay sprawled facedown in the stream-bank mud, still able to breath, but only just. He didn't dare open his eyes, there was something sticky across his face. His forehead also hurt something fierce.

His mind was muddled by blood loss from the wound on his face and other areas of his body. He couldn't feel his leg, but perhaps he just couldn't focus enough. Like waves of sur-reality, things floated within his consciousness. A noise. A squeal of pain, in hindsight. Mud shifting around him. Some other beast was there. Or was it more.

He tried to move, but he saw flashes of pain, even behind his eyelids. His paws also felt bound. how did that happen?

The last thing he remembered, was several paws lifting him up. But one pair, carrying the brunt of the weight.

And then all was blank.

OOC- I have absolutely no idea what is going on (I… Thought... We WERE attacking Dusk's group...  ??? ), I will just play along with whatever you feel is best for this.

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For the record, a good number of those people you just mentioned, they reached insanity at the peak of the power… Hitler, the most noted as such. You can tell from how his writing style changed and his penstrokes.

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Hesari silently pushed the arrow tip down and turned to his companion. He mouthed the word Alive… and began skirting around a boulder. He twisted his spear shaft anxiously, pausing to listen for a moment before continuing on. He could feel the vermin right behind him follow his paw-steps.

This one is useful… He thought to himself. Most of the other Juska were blind followers, but only for those rich with authority. Otherwise, they were a bitter, spiteful clan. This one, he seemed different. The past couple days were the first time that he had really spent time around Gerreth, but the jury was in already. Gerreth… was a most impressive wilderness beast.

They perched themselves right above the stream, a small little leap into the water, but a decent hiding place... And waited.

"You left a trail like a falling boulder!"

Stupid vermin. Trying to sound discreet, but easily noisier than the forest. But there were a good half dozen or so. No way they could take them all alive... Hesari looked back towards his companion and nodded slowly.

"Oi, what do ya thinks we should do?"

The two lept down into the water and the otter bashed his spear into a very surprised rat's face. Before the creature fell back, he was already swinging the shaft towards another member of the troupe.

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While some people on this site are just starting out, others are more experienced and wish for other ways to mix up their characters.

This is a great tool to use when you brainstorm up a new creature. This test only takes about 15 min. or so and will help you figure out how you want to portray your character in a way that doesn't seem boring. All characters have their own personality and if you step outside of that, it becomes a little confusing.

Take a few minutes, experiment with this a little bit. You can also find personality bio's all over the internet and some of them are quite interesting.

As a person, I am an ESFP. I am prone to very rash and spontaneous decisions, but love to entertain. A very strong people person. I have a weakness for being a little bit too free in speech and am quite the procrastinator.

My claim to fame is that, in theory, Fred and George from the HP series are also ESFP's.  ::)

(Quick Note: When you take this test, it is important to take it not how you WISH to be, but how you actually are. otherwise the test results won't be quite as accurate.)


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😛 Avatar fan, much?

I appreciate how your profiles are so in depth and they aren't the same old, same old. You change them up.

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OOC- Dead end. Let's change the scenery, shall we?

IC- The Matthias Bell boomed quite suddenly and startled the four creatures. Perfect timing. He snapped his book shut and smoothly shoved it into his satchel dangling from his chair. "Sorry to leave such 'n… Enthralling... conversation, but I'm afraid food calls." He stood and took a few hops over to the crutch leaning slightly against the Recorder's Desk. The blighter probably wouldn't mind anyway. Creigon usually slept in until high noon.
      With his own cloak about him, he hobbled over to the door and opened it to the smell of both rain and breakfast. Indeed, a pleasant combo. Lipton tilted his head back slightly and bid farewell. "Close the windows when you are done." And began treading awkwardly across the great lawn. While he half-sorely wished to be alone, he found himself in company, once again.

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OOC- Oh yeah?! Well, well….

Moo.  😠

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OOC- Oh, CQ will do.


The brush-tail swayed to a stop right in front of him. Lipton could smell the wetness from her cloak and the energy waiting to spring from her, like it was bottled up tight. That energy danced in her eyes and in the way she thrust her paw forward in greeting.
    Her paw hung in the air for a few brief moments whilst he eyed her. Her cloak had also extended and drops formed on the end. Down they dripped, the time passing frustratingly slow. And they splashed obscenely onto the open page.
    Lipton again raised his gaze and pulled his book back, protective of any further abuse. "a-Hem, well, nicely met, me lass." He ever-so slightly shook her paw with the grip of a beast holding old socks and retreated slightly into his parchment. "Just don't trip on my cane." And he gestured toward a crutch leaning against a desk.
    No rudeness was intended. But new faces made him nervous. Partially, he wished for her to move along and find somebeast else to bother. But as luck would have it, his wish wasn't heard.

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OOC- Here I am, wondering why my post was fairly well ignored…

And then I see that (Ana, Braelyan, Shadow Flame) thingy...  ::)

Do you need me to delete my post? I didn't mean to intrude on any kind of exclusive club session.