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Torik felt his stomach drop as the shot of blue fire whizzed by almost causing him to lock his hands to the basket. Before lockdown, he heard Fey's shouts and took his gamble. Adhering to Fey's commands, he quickly scrambles to find the blue rope in his basket and carefully tossed it to Fey...

May I ask who is with who in the flying basket? I seemed to lost sense of that and I'm finally able write another post

After a while of flight, Torik rose above the walls of the basket to stretch out his back and legs before queasiness took over. Keeping his head up, Torik refused to see how high they are and kept a firm grip on one of the walls as he stood. He would rather have a solid footing fighting some...

Excellent that this rp is still rolling. I'll get my post up soon, most likely tomorrow and I apologize for not noticing sooner.

@Handabooo

Torik took solace in the blond's reassurance. His confidence in the elf magician fed Torik's own lack of bravery against flying machines, giving him a slight sense of comfort before takeoff. Taking a seat on the floor of the basket, he intentionally kept his head lower then the walls that...

I hope I can properly express my character's opinion while still retaining his lack of articulacy. Any criticism given will be appreciated and I'm enjoying this overall. Especially how different each character is.

Before leaving the pub, Torik paced back towards the kitchen and eyed the food being shifted out for the patrons of this pub. Spotting a plate holding two turkey legs, he quickly snatches one for the road and leaves a single copper coin with the face of crown . He obtained that coin along with a...

The promises of adventure entices Torik. He takes a moment to plan his words and states "Magic elf, I join you for adventure too," as he quickly raises from his seat while keeping a hand covered on the cracked skull on his belt. His hopes were achieved, a new story and a new group both wrapped...

I'll have a post out in a while, but today for sure

Examining his skull, Torik figures a empty spot on it to carve his next journey into. Already containing a plethora of carvings each with their own story to tell. He shifts it backs and forth until he rediscovers the first one he ever carved into it. It was a simple picture of a campfire...

I had sports camps today, I apologize for my extracurricular activities. @Handabooo

Interested as well

The bustling of the tavern brought a sense of homeliness to a homeless traveler like himself. As he entered, Torik quickly scanned the pub before being greeted a nice fellow who offered proper accommodations to rest his feet. Grateful for offer, He responds "Yes, I like that," as he gave a...

Trying to reread the letter handed by a odd fellow while trekking with his last group, Torik sits up by his nearly extinguished fire. Only able to understand a few key words, he wonders the possibilities that can be had in this pub. Chuckling, he remembers a saying the last group use to kick...