A boring, but easy day it seemed to be. Petyr hums along to the music as he checks everyone who comes and goes. He also kicks some rocks.
Quil is also BIIIIG gay
Yeah, BC's pretty much been dead for a few months. From what I hear (I deleted my account and probably got IP banned) Tim and happy are still clinging to it for dear life, but nobody else is really on there.
As for me, I'm doing alright. Broke up with purring forever ago (horrible person, by...
Ok, so, seriously, guy from your old forum days here. I haven't interacted with you about a year, so I can't say for now, but I can say for when I still interacted and RPed with you. So allow me to take a minute and try to explain, to the best of my ability, why people disliked you.
First of...
HEY ROCK REMEMBER THAT TIME I SENT YOU INTO A CANYON TO FIGHT A SEX CULT AND YOU THREW A KNIFE AT THEIR LEADER AND THEN GOT STABBED IN THE CHEST?
HAHA GOOD TIMES
If you think you're a sociopath, you are not a sociopath. You already have enough morality to see that your actions are bad, and that what you've done is not what you should have done. That is more than enough to say that you are not a sociopath.
The mage seemed to be laying out plans for the group to invade the lair of the necromancer that had caused all this chaos. He tapped lightly on a hatch, making mention of the doubtless infestation of undeath that lay below.
You follow the trail of bodies to the point where the mercenaries have convened. They seem to be gathered around the mage, figuring out what to do next.
The Halberdiers seemed ever so slightly hungover, and far less talkative than the night prior. It takes them even a couple moments to notice you.
"Oh, yeah. I, uh, think the captain said it'd be another hour or so."
Upon entering the city, you can feel the immensely powerful dark magic that permeates the air around you, so much so that it makes it almost difficult to breath. A dreadful feeling of unease grips you too, as you travel past the clearly abandoned shops and houses, and yet can still hear the...
The axe was lengthy, probably about the size of the average human. In your possession, however, it could be easily wielded with one hand. It seemed to be made of some rather sturdy steel and wood as well, as it was able to deflect a blow from your club and come out unscathed.
(Sorry for the delay, all! Real life and other writing projects have caught up with me, but I'll be getting replies out soon.)
(Thanks for your patience.)
"None? Alright then. Gather up and stay close, everyone."
The mage takes a magic gem from his pocket, an item you were all to familiar with from traveling with a party of skilled mages, and crushes it in his hand. He sprinkles the dust of it over the scepter, says a brief chant, and the barrier...
You bring you club down over the creatures head with tremendous force, squishing it like a grape. It collapses to the ground, a dead husk now that you've clobbered the magic from the beasts body.
Counting every head to make sure all are present and accounted for, Cedric holds up the trinket, a scepter, and begins to explain how everything will work.
"This, my friends and colleagues, is the Scepter of Cassius the Righteous. It is an artifact capable of countering the curse of undeath...