Auroras flickered across the sky like torches. They painted the moon and mountains iridescent green. Below the veil of color, on the road to Whiterun, a Nord paused to admire the view. Winter wind lashed at her skin and hunger clawed at her guts, but the scenery was worth a bit of discomfort...
Yes, thanks for asking!
I'm glad you said something. I was being a lazy butt. So so so sorry.
Is there any chance we can move our RP to tumblr or RPNation? It'll be easier for me if I get notifications for replies. :D
I RETURN WITH AN IMPORTANT UPDATE!
I won a Goat Jousting tournament and stole the winning goat in @SamueltheStrange's campaign. This is very important.
Seleste gladly pockets the gem. She wouldn't refuse any resource at a time like this. "Thank you. I'll put it to good use."
The party weaves its way through the cots and emerges from the tent. It's barely daybreak. As the sun rises over the western sea, it bathes Docktown in a misty red glow...
Silence hangs in the air like a corpse swinging from the gallows. The infected cough and wheeze out "amen" and "so may it be"s. Fear still fills the tent from top to bottom but Seleste forces a smile anyway. She assures Kazrik that, at the very least, he didn't make things worse. "I guess it...
"Well, the Constable was adamant about clearing the other districts. He didn't seem to care how far the infected were moved so long as they ended up here." She nods in response to Kazrik's thanks, looking pleased again. "Alton should be just outside. Or somewhere nearby. I would introduce you...
{slide=PASSIVE CHARISMA CHECK (Kael Gro'losh)}Because why not?{/slide}
25014Result: The acolyte isn't concerned about Kael's shirtlessness in any capacity. Which is probably for the best. She has enough distractions to contend with as it is.
Though she seems to appreciate receiving some...
I think there was some some confusion with the post order. Sam probably thought he was after Sherwood. Will it be ok if you make your post now and we resume the established order in the next round?
Seleste struggles to remain respectfully grim. But Drostir's energy is infectious. The acolyte stifles a fit of laughter but a gigglesnort manages to slip out. Seleste clears her throat and steels her expression before addressing the priest's many, many questions.
"My name is Seleste and you're...
Everyone will post in turn. I'll reply to everyone once before the next person posts. If this doesn't work the way everyone wants we'll make some adjustments.
"Of course." Seleste conjures enough fresh water for everyone. She serves your refreshments in large wooden mugs, and nervously sets a flagon in front of Hoja's panther. Though the hungry cat is too busy gnawing on a bird carcass to slake his thirst. "Anything attached to you should be where you...