Okay, you all must know by now that I play Thorns:uprising
[link] the online RPG.
Well I am here to say - come and look guys, i would be omg so stoked if you lot got on there. its fun. i know some of you write stories, well thorns is just story writing, and to prove it, here is some example work:
Intas 20th, Midday - The Eyes Have It:
[link]CARTORGRAPHETTE:"Tsuter kov," spat Bronsom.
The burly Red Crow circled his enemy, a lanky Yellow Eye, with murder in his eyes. It was market day, and Kingsway Market was bustling with activity, as most factory workers and galdori had the day off. But Bronsom didn't care; he was apoplectic with rage, barely pushing out coherent thoughts, let alone worrying about the consequences of his actions.
"Wanna die, mungo? Wanna riff to the 'eart?"
"Your daoa was a tumble!"
"YAAAH!"
With bloodcurcling yells, the two men lunged at each other. Hacking and slashing, all pretense forgotten, it was not long until the Yellow Eye was bleeding on the ground. As the light faded from his eyes, the Red Crow, Bronsom, collapsed, bleeding in seven different places.
In an instant, the market place was filled with yells and screams as Red Crows and Yellow Eyes came out from their stalls and attacked one another. Some humans were unfortunately caught up in the brawl as well, some defending their stalls, others merely for the pleasure of the fight.
The galdori in the marketplace began to panic, and rushed en masse away from the scene of devastation. Some stayed to fruitlessly cast into the crowd; several humans were hurt by their offensive spells, and the crowd began to turn its vengeance on the galdori, tearing their clothes and punching wildly. The din was unimaginable.
FION SMITH:Fion had been idling through the markets, picking up cheap and interesting cloth, when the fight hit. It was as though someone had flicked a match against a piece of flint, transforming what was once quiet and serene into a burning flame.
A man was stabbed in the thigh right in front of her. Blood welled and flowed down his leg. He went down like a tonne of bricks, his attacker right behind him, clutching at his throat. Fion let loose a startled half-scream.
"Stop it!" She shouted, flight or fight response triggered by the horrible noise and the coppery scent of blood in the air. "For the God's sakes stop!"
She grabbed the nearest solid object, a cheap and flimsy pot, and slammed it down on the stabber's head.
DEVIN 'BEAR' BERACH:Bear entered the markets with a fresh supply of deer and badger skins, on his journey back from Dorhaven he'd sure to visit his favorite hunting grounds. The money from the skins and antlers would ensure a good time in his favorite city of Vienda.
He spotted a good spot to set up shop when carnage descended on the market. A brawl turned into a full melee with galdori spells hitting innocents and people being stabbed in full day light.
"Quinn, stay out of this, last thing we need is you getting into trouble. Stay with the goods, I'll try to make heads and tails of..." Bear was shocked into silence. His little friend Fion had just hit an attacker with a pot.
Bear's cheery countenance vanished, he dropped his cloak and jacket next to Quinn and quickly removed his good shirt. Fion was handling herself for the moment and his nice clothes were his livelyhood in the big cities. Bear's bare chest was criss-crossed with scars showcasing his hard life in the wilds. His massive fists clenched and he charged into the fray. It'd been a good long while since he'd hit someone in anger. "Abby" stayed sheathed at his leg, she didn't come out to play until she was needed.
His huge shadow fell over the crowd, his huge arms pistoning punches at would be attackers. He roared a powerful battle cry as he fought his way to his friend. This crowd of rioters would feel the wrath of the formally gentle Bear.
KHYMARAH THERALDON (me):Khymarah had been shopping. Nothing to extraviagant, just food stuffs and some new brushes for her paintbox. She had come out of the shop just as the two fighters had stopped. Gasping, and automatically beginning to come to the injured men's aid, she was forced to stop as the brawling broke out all around her. Turning, she tried to make her way out, thats when some of the idiot galdori in the crowd started casting. Trying to get away from the fools, she was suddenly being shoved quite roughly.
"No, please! I'm not part of this!" She said as she tried to get away from the fighting bodies. Arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind. A man had appeared in front of her, and without warning he backhanded her across the face. Crying out in pain, she dropped her shopping and struggled against the captor. The hitting man in front of her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head to face him gruffly.
"Your all part of this, you clocking golly!" He spat at her, raising his fist for the next blow. Helpless to cast, frightened for her life, the ruby haired galdor did what any woman would do. She screamed.
OMG! ok if you read all that and enjoyed it, go and check out thorns. Write yourself a character and a character sheet and get crackin! We need more Galdori and Humans, but really, play anything you want. Wiki is here if you need it - and you will.
[link]Please! note me, comment, whatever! i will help you out! come on guys! i know you can be a great addition to this world and it would kickass to RP with you lot!
Dusty dust dust...hello folks!
i'll endevour to start arting it up as soon as things settle down.
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~Achillescrue
