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Cataclysm 1x1
- Thread starter Female Genestealer
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Elvenoff
Guardian of lost souls
Hey Thanks! Do you wish to just start this where our characters just arrived at the meeting spot?
Female Genestealer
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We can definitely do that! I'll make a thread and tsg you in it. I'll also bring over my character sheets 
Never mind I guess this is the thread I made lol. I'll just bring over my character sheets xD
Never mind I guess this is the thread I made lol. I'll just bring over my character sheets xD
Elvenoff
Guardian of lost souls
Artillerous’s heavy hand fell to his side, the parchment still clutched tightly in his hand, his other hand moved forward and rested upon the warm, white stone balcony railing of his home to support his weight. Forty-five years he has watched good men and women dyeing trying to stop the hordes of demons released by this mad man, and now the day has come that he has been waiting for. His blue orbs rose to the thick white clouds that hung heavy above the treetops and allowed a much-needed sigh to escape his lips. “Finally!” He whispered into the wind, “It is my turn.” His gaze drifted from the clouds down to the gardens below, watching the good people of the vale moving about their business under the heavy burdening hand of this immortal mage.
Walking from the balcony, Artillerous’s hands secured the items that he needed to answer the call of this parchment. His heart raced with the list of spells that he memorized, many of them was not required so he had to find the time to restudy the good book and memorize the ones that were going to be useful. That was the flaw of being a mage; so many changes occur from day to day that selecting good spells was a thing of difficulty. Cursing to himself for not memorizing some of the traveling spells, he hurried about gathering the normal traveling gear he would need and headed out the door.
The travel was one of painful experience, for he could never get used to riding those damn horses. His hands rubbing his arse upon the final day of his riding this cursed beast, for the meeting place was just down the hill. Bidding farewell to the hired guide Artillerous turned away, gathered his things, and headed down the hill. Artillerous grunted and groaned with each jagged step down the incline of the hill. His anger flaring with each spark of pain coming from his arse. “Tis be the last damn time I ride a cursed beast!” His voice boomed out from the flowing anger.
His gaze fell upon a standing figure just some fathoms distance from him. She was one of curiosity, his gaze scanning over the nearing feature. His mind instinctively preparing one of his defensive spells, his grumbling still came forward as he approached her. “Greetings.” He offered along with the raising of the parchment that was in his hand. “I believe we were asked to come here.” He offered once more in an attempt to ease the tension that was sure to come between two strangers.
Walking from the balcony, Artillerous’s hands secured the items that he needed to answer the call of this parchment. His heart raced with the list of spells that he memorized, many of them was not required so he had to find the time to restudy the good book and memorize the ones that were going to be useful. That was the flaw of being a mage; so many changes occur from day to day that selecting good spells was a thing of difficulty. Cursing to himself for not memorizing some of the traveling spells, he hurried about gathering the normal traveling gear he would need and headed out the door.
The travel was one of painful experience, for he could never get used to riding those damn horses. His hands rubbing his arse upon the final day of his riding this cursed beast, for the meeting place was just down the hill. Bidding farewell to the hired guide Artillerous turned away, gathered his things, and headed down the hill. Artillerous grunted and groaned with each jagged step down the incline of the hill. His anger flaring with each spark of pain coming from his arse. “Tis be the last damn time I ride a cursed beast!” His voice boomed out from the flowing anger.
His gaze fell upon a standing figure just some fathoms distance from him. She was one of curiosity, his gaze scanning over the nearing feature. His mind instinctively preparing one of his defensive spells, his grumbling still came forward as he approached her. “Greetings.” He offered along with the raising of the parchment that was in his hand. “I believe we were asked to come here.” He offered once more in an attempt to ease the tension that was sure to come between two strangers.
