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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 6:34 pm
OOC: I am waiting for some people to respond then we'll move forward with them.
In the meanwhile, if you have made a character, feel free to post a background and/or a little solo story for yourselves.
Thanks for your patience!
TJ
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 7:03 pm
((Sorry, about that. Ah the joys of multitasking, I was attempting to set up a roleplay of my own and almost forgot I was going to do this first tonight. Now where were we...Ah yes, the tree. Thanks again for your patience, sorry to keep you waiting.))
"Another magician? Who is she? Was it Erin?" Kemry asked curiously as she watched her canine creation with concern. It seemed to be fading, it's soft fur was dry and papery in her hands, and the color was washed out and dusty looking like an old drawing. It panted lethargically as it lay, spread out on the ground, Paintbrush curled up by it's side like a friend. Odd, she thought, Paintbrush hated the thing until now...
She glanced up at Tamara, "So, will I be getting some questions answered now that we're here? Those enemies you talked about can't eavesdrop can they?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:33 am
OOC: Since I have tried three times to contact a player and he hasn't responded I am moving on as if he didn't follow Kemry and Tamara for now. Its the only thing that's fair to everyone else.
"Sure, I can answer your questions now. Erin is indeed another magician, and she will be here as soon as she takes care of something, she tells me." Tamara sighed and gestured around the room. Odd mushrooms popped up from the ground and she promptly sat on one of them. The whole inside of the tree smelled of fresh earth, and it seemed much larger on the inside than it was on the outside.
"I've known I was a magician for about six months now. I thought I was the only one for maybe a month, until I met my first magician. We hung out together and such, but within a few weeks an adversary came for us. We fought it as best we could, but my powers aren't offensive in any way and once it learned that it ignored me and literally took my friend apart. I knew then that I had to find others that had abilities and get them to band together against these evil creatures..." She sighed and stretched.
"Now I'm sure you have lots of questions, so I'll let you fire them away and I'll answer them the best I can."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:18 pm
Kemry was taken aback by Tamara's revelation. Taken apart? Like a piece of paper even? She collapsed backward, sitting on one of the strange mushrooms that had appeared. She pulled herself together, her mind racing. What's going to happen to me? she wondered as she contemplated the horrors only an over-immaginitive artist could dream of. She gulped, Paintbrush was on her lap in a heart beat instinctively aware of her stress. She thought about her first question carefully.
"What exactly are these adversaries, and what do you mean 'took your friend apart?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:30 pm
Pixel Pixi3 Erin laid a set of clothing outside the door of the bathroom, including a pair of good socks and boots. All of the clothing were hers, but they were mens clothing for when she went hiking. She assued, that even though he'd been covered from head to toe in cloth that she'd sized him up rather well. She went to her garden to pick some fresh vegetables and fruits. By the time she heard the shower stop she had tea and a light appitizer on the table, and a good thick tomato soup ready to serve. With a patient diligance she checked the main course, a heavy roast with potatoes, leeks, and other various goods. Satisfied she let the roast cook and served the soup into rather large bowls. "Hurry before the soup cools too much!" She called. She poured him a glass of clear cool water and set it at his place at the table, assuming from his voice of his dehydration. Having just gotten out of the shower, he instinctively smelled himself. It was good to not smell like you'd been working all day at a sewer treatment plant. He peeked out the door, or rather, just felt his way out, as he had closed his eyes, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes laid out for him... a thick shirt, some jeans almost too small for him, and his underclothes, washed. He knew he had to get out of here when he could. Staying in one place would jeopardize his situation. After taking the clothes, he remembered that she had taken the cloth blindfold he had made along with the other dirty rags. He cursed under his breath, searching through the drawers in the bathroom until he felt desperate, taking a pair of scissors and cutting a section out of the towel he was lent. Wrapping this around his eyes in a firm knot, so everything was barely visible except for below him, he strode out, immediately struck by the wafting aromas of the meal she had prepared. Resisting temptation, he tried to open the front door, only to find it opened with a loud creak... he began to try to sneak off the property with what he had. He had caused her enough trouble.
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