I guess I'm putting my RP worlds out there and offering to GM, for a group of someone's who might like what they read, and wish to add their own characters to them. And all together, make a fun campaign, and a interesting story to read.
Hello! In making a return to the site of story makers, I find myself wanting a group to roll the proverbial dice with.
A few generic's about me.
Timezone: U.S. Mountain Time (-7 MT).
Activity: I'm available on Sunday every week. I have floating holidays, as well as one day off during the...
Good evening! In making a return to the site of story makers, I find myself wanting a partner in crime again.
A few generic's about me.
Timezone: U.S. Mountain Time (-7 MT).
Activity: I'm available on Sunday every week. I have floating holidays, as well as one day off during the week. I work...
Deculant "Bist" Wedrow
There had been a sudden lull in immediate death for a few minutes now. The patients that they had have all been addressed, and new ones had stopped arriving as they had before. While Adan moved about, doing Adan-things, Bist took the opportunity to retreat to his books...
I think the role chosen is great. He's definitely not a front line fighter, but if used as support he can heal those who swing the swords. Offensively, I'd say he could skirmish; if ever used in stealth missions, his knowledge and ability with poisons, traps and deadly alchemic machinations...
Deculant "Bist" Wedrow
The news had reached him first by a runner carrying a satchel of dispatches. He had no time to ponder the messages at the moment, as she was gone as quick as she came, and he was mid-operation on a patient. He vaguely recalled her handing him a sum of wax-sealed, rolled...
"Fe-li-ci-dus," the name was spoken drawn out. As if he was testing it out. With a nod toward his work on the warrior's response on the treatment, the human alchemist looked closely at the sprigs offered. Recognizing the herbs, he accepted them with silent gratitude.
"Call me Bist."
Throwing...
The body awakens! Ignoring the pointed first question from his patient. For he did not truly know himself. Outwardly Bist took note of his patient's newfound cognizance solely in shifting his hands in continuing labor. He had been at it with this one for the last hour. And it was looking...
Deculant "Bist" Wedrow
The bird who flies first flies the longest...
Haven surely hadn't flown for long, Deculant Wedrow mused. The phrase continued to echo in his old mind as the wagon's wheel trudged heavily across the ash-covered road. A proverb lifted from some forgotten tome of little...