Recent content by HilgenHoffer

Name: Rudd Danesson Age: 18 Gender: Male

"I hate to interject," Rasha stood in the middle of the bustling group, "but we're still trying to do recruitment . . . if you aren't going to run, could I convince you to move off of the track? It may have some dents, but we still need to use it. Of course, if you want to run, you can stay as...

Rudd almost spat, but he had always found the gesture distasteful. "Striking an enemy when he is weak is not vengeance. That is only spite. Defeating an enemy at his strongest, in a fair fight--that is proof of victory. That is the only vengeance worth seeking. Now speak your piece or let...

Rasha smiled. "Good. Come back when clubs begin. No matter what it costs, you will always be able to feel that feeling here. But don't expect me to be easy on you because you are strong--it is for that very reason that I will make you sweat." Her eyes laughed a bit as she added, "but don't...

Rasha crouched, gingerly lifting a small piece of track that had landed at her feet and inspecting it. She stood then, tossed it aside, and looked Sanz in the eye. "How did that feel?"

Odom traced his fingers through the torn earth, lifted them to his nose, and breathed deeply. Mixed in with the wholesome smell of roots and growing things was a foul stench, like rotting eggs, but less sour and more burnt. His face wrinkled, and he brushed the dirt off on his soft leather...

"Feel your forehead." Rasha watched from behind as the shorter man wiped his brow. "Can you feel what isn't there?" She let him think for a moment before answering, "effort has a smell, touch and taste. It feels like sweat. There is no sweat on your brow." Her words were thickly accented...

Rasha stood at the end of the track, sweat glistening on her forehead. He looked a bit wistfully towards where the white-haired boy--Samuel?--had left to. She did hope he'd come back; he had shown impressive determination. The feline girl crossed the like beside her and she nodded with a...

Rudd's face resembled the war murals hanging from the walls as he approached the door. He put a single hand on the rice-paper door, puzzling over its design for a moment before sliding it open. The room inside was spartan; a bed, a window, a mat. Upon the mat, facing the window, he saw a...

Gabriel smiled his warm, gentle smile. "Tell what? I know nothing." He turned on his heel now, walking a path perpendicular to the dragon, to somewhere else where, no doubt, someone else needed help. "You may just make a good king some day, Alezarious. Look at what you've seen, and be sure...

Odom said no more, and grabbed the branch he had been sitting on. It bent freely, supple in his grasp, and then suddenly shot in the opposite direction, sending him flying into the air. He assumed that Aatron could follow easily enough. He'd done fairly so far. ----- Rudd stopped in his...

"Hopefully, we can find some soup." Truthfully, Odom would probably enjoy their arrival regardless of the circumstance. He was always itching for a good fight, but trail rations were not his idea of fine dining. ----- Rudd scratched his head. "Valk? Who's Valk? I don't know why the...

Rasha actually chuckled at the young, white-haired boy's embarrassment. She did not know who the other speaker was, but she elected not to ask. Some things were best shared voluntarily. "No, no, no, you stand there," she told him. Addressing them all, she said, "See, the track turns in a...

Gabriel was aghast as he listened to the story. By the time it was done, his wings were gone, and tears stained his eyes. His eyes, however, showed a different kind of concern. "But you do care, Alex. Even your silver tongue cannot hide that from me. There's something about this--beyond the...

Odom fell backwards from his perch on a tree branch, catching himself by the knees and swaying. A piece of jerky hung from his mouth. "The only one sitting down is you. Even the sun's off his keister." He let himself fall, tucking his knees beneath himself and landing on his toes. "The...