Recent content by Zazz

FOREVER A WIP Role: Criminal Race: Half elf/half orc Name: Bal'kafaz (translates loosely to "cage of fire") Age: About 23-26 Pronouns: She/her Gender: Female Sexuality: Who even could know? (Lezbehonest) Alignment: Guess we'll find out! Personality/Backstory: Born to an orcish slave woman in...

GOOOOOOON I don't even care, I'm in.

Hugyuzrxjfctdxj I think I'm gonna toss my whole cs in the trash and start again.

*rolls around* it's always the personality section that stumps me.

Damnit, i wasn't getting notifs

Roll for dexterity

GIB

Obviously. Lol.

As time wore on, Hawthorn used the weave with Vells as something to focus on while her hands worked at freeing her foot. Careful not to put pressure on her leg, she untied the leather lacings down the side of her boot. Lifting her pant leg was agony; the leg had begun to swell, and every...

I'm interested, just reading the lore

As the young alchemist tapped into the weave, Hawthorn closed her eyes in mild relief; in Serena's echo she felt the comfort of a grand library full of dusty parchment. Remnants of the file she had re-read on the ship came to her in soft, fervent whispers. It was a welcome change from the two...

The Dean of Weather took advantage of her open weave with the necromancers, using the waves to pull Vells higher up the beach. She flinched as Serena came skidding to a halt next to her, a fierce lick of pain shooting up her leg at the movement. Her focus on the weave ended abruptly, leaving...

The berating came sooner than anticipated. Almalexia cringed at the use of her full name; the only people who used it were her parents. A surge of anger and the need to protect herself washed over her unexpectedly, and she was about to snap back at Vells when Thys appeared by her side, offering...

Hawthorn collapsed onto the black sand with relief. Her lungs barely had time to settle before a giant bird of prey enclosed them in its wings- Oh, just Avanok. Weave. She could weave. The Dean of Weather rolled herself to a sit, her bum leg out in front of her. As she opened herself up to the...

With all available focus put towards the ship, Hawthorn only noticed Hew when he started smashing up the sheet of ice she was trapped on. With each pound of his mace the ice wobbled over the water, and the weather mage bit down hard on her lip to refrain from crying out in agony. Every vibration...