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Of course not everyone in the DA is a beginner, some of us are closer to an intermediate level. However novels must be written at more than a intermediate level, and as such practice is needed for all of us. Therefore this thread has been created as practice for intermediate roleplayers.

It will act much like the practice for beginners in that one person will post and others will reply, however it will not be one on one and anyone can start it off. And of course different scenarios will be needed so different scenarios will have to be posted for responses if we wish to become better.

(( Ok, now for the real criticism. The post itself was nicely done, though a few insights into what happened in her mind as she was possessed would have been nice. Also I noticed several spelling mistakes, you should fix those. Overall nicely done, but check your spelling a bit more and, um, keep up these posts.

My post will be in reply to this with the character I'll be using in the Divinity Aspect. ))

Cailidin placed his left hand on Hunters neck, the soft touch causing the dinosaur to slow its run and stop. Smiling at the animal as it turned to look back at him, Cailidin lifted his leg over to the animals right side and slid off, feet hitting the ground without making any noise. Though the journey was long the two were finally at its end, the woods which hid the sword they were after in front of them. Now all that was left was to head through the dark trees which hid all light to a clearing, a clearing in which the sword was stuck in rock. Then all that was left was to destroy it and one more imbalance would be gone.

Motioning Hunter to stay close behind him, staff in his right hand, Cailidin walked towards the woods, the plants that covered the ground moving aside as he neared. Though evil rested in their depths the woods would not dissuade a druid entry, in fact they seemed to want this, nature seemed to almost cry out to him, wishing the unnatural evil gone. And so the path was cleared, plants moving aside, a trail emerging for him to follow. And follow it he did, all the while preparing for the end of his task. With luck it would be simple, destroy the sword as it rested in the rock, but unfortunately Cailidin knew that likely wasn't the case. Others knew of the sword and others quested for it, he would likely have to fight before he could destroy it.

He didn't have much time to dwell on this thought however as it was not long before he saw light piercing the canopy of leaves. Motioning Hunter to draw beside him he slowed his walk until he reached the edge of the clearing. Hunter beside him he looked in on the treeless area, looked in on the female drawing the sword from its resting place. Slowly closing his eyes and drawing in a breath he turned his head to Hunter and reopened his eyes. Hunter knew battle would soon happen and knew how to fight, and with the one look he knew that he would have to be careful as well. As the sword took control of the female Cailidin prepared the two, casting barkskin first on Hunter then himself, followed by longstrider on Hunter. By the time the three spells were complete the sword seemed to have finished its takeover and Cailidin knew time to prepare was gone, the time to fight was now. And so he made his presense known as he cast an insect plague and motioned Hunter to attack. As locusts swarmed towards the female the battle had begun.

((The only thing I had to say about Scott's post, besides the grammar we all get wrong, was that he had really long, run on sentences. While such sentences can be effective, you need to read them the right way for them to make sense. So Scott, if I may, I would like to suggest working on those, maybe use more commas to show the breaks. But otherwise, you have really good posts. Keep up the good work cool ))

The spirit of the sword took a moment to revel in it's newly stollen body. So long had it been trapped in the stiff, cold iron coffin, that not even the approach of the man and his pet could spoil the moment. The woman who's body it had taken posession was lean and in good shape. It couldn't have asked for a better vessel. And the senses.....

Lifting it's chin to the sky, and spreading it's arms as if to hug the wind, the spirit let out a satisfied moan as it absorbed all the information it's senses were feeding it. It drank them up like a man who was stranded in the desert but had found an oasis. Though it appeared to have no mouth, eyes, ears, or face, it could still smell, see, and hear. The air that reached it was sweet and damp from the forest, and was carried by a soft breeze that wrapped around it's body. There wasn't much to hear except the rustling of the trees. In this part of the forest, few animals ventured, and fewer humans. Today seemed to be an exception to this rule, not that the spirit minded.....

The sword that bore the spirit inside it had also taken on it's name. Long ago, that name was feared across the nations, but now it had faded till it was nothing but a myth, a shadow of it's former terror. Therefore, it only seemed appropriate to the spirit to use only a fragement of it's true name, embracing the faded remenant of it's past instead of denying it. And so it's terror was born again, and it named itself Ladius. It spread it's hands even wider, as it to announce to the world "I am alive!"

Ladius dropped it's hands and lowered it's head, ready to give it's...guests the attention they deserved. It craned it's neck slowly to look in the direction of the man, and if it had a mouth, there would would have been a hungry sadistic smile playing on the woman's face. Ladius then proceeded to turn the rest of it's body to face the man, moving with an eerie fluidness that made her body appear to have no bones. The purple flames still danced, ever patient, around it, and their white eyes focused on the spot where the man was hidden.

When the rush of locusts made their way towards it, Ladius did nothing to move against them. It wasn't until they were two feet in front of it's body that the spirit flames burst forth, creating an encloser of violet fire that burned down the swam before they would touch Ladius. Taking in a deep breath in ecstasy, Ladius savoured this feeling. The woman's body had responded to the attack by pumping adrenalin through her system and her heart quickened. The spirit took a sick delight in the thought of killing his first victim in this body, and his first victim in so loooong....

Not wanting to spoil the moment by hurrying through it, Ladius waited for his prey to come to him. The man's pet should be about to attack, and Ladius could barely contain his pleasure. It wanted to much to sense everything the blood of a fresh victim had to offer... The metallic taste, the warm feel, and the tangy smell... How it wanted to sense it once more...

Sethlans gawked in bewilderment at this new found power. His hands were literally on fire. His first instincts had been to find something to put his flaming hands out with. After the initial five minutes of shock and screaming escaping his lips, Sethlans finally realized that this fire did not burn. Actually it felt as if some reassuring warm hands had placed their's over his own. Then it dawned on him, he had accidentally knocked over the sacred treasure he had been ordered to watch.

Sethlans had never been the clumsiest of fools... just the one that always dropped, knocked over, or otherwise bumped into things that were important. In his small tangent he counted three separate occasions he'd lost jobs for knocking over his bosses' most prized possessions.

Sethlans quickly snapped to full attention once again when he swore he heard the creaking of the walls. Someone might be coming in to investigate the crashing sound that could have woken up a pack of vampires during their 'naptime'. But before Sethlans had even time to react to this new thought, it finally struck him that the walls were closing in on the rather small room. Sethlans couldn't move or breath, this would be his demise, his final moments he'd never see... as if the room didn't very like him within its borders it pushed him out of the archway from where he had entered. Looking back he saw that the archway had been sealed, as if the wall had slammed into the archway to seal it. Sethlans had only a single guess. He smelled bad. And the wall didn't want him to stay and get his stench on this place. Odd though he had taken a shower today...

(( And I enjoyed your post, but rather than using "5" you should have spelt it out, it makes it look better I find. The paragraphs are good, something we all know we've wanted you to do. And finally the "..."'s seem out of place, it just doesn't seem like there's much to be skipping over there. ))

((Here we go... Kay, Eclipse, congradulations on using paragraphs! You've taking a big step forward, good job. However, like Kei said, you got to stop using the person's name, or other variations of personal nouns, to start sentences and paragraphs. I would also like to suggest that you re-read your stuff, because I find that some things you say don't make sense. Finally, and I know this might just be cause you were posting for fun, but in something like that Da, the kind of humour you use would be seriously out of place. It's fine here, but I suggest caution. XD

Taver! Your turn to receive Omika's wonderful insight. XD I would like to start off by saying good job on the long post. However (I love that word. XD ) I would like to suggest that you be a bit careful when making such long posts. When you do so many things in one post, it doesn't give the other people the chance to respond, and tends to feel overloaded. I would also like to mention about the run on sentences again. XD Watch out for those.

And I would like to encourage both of you to add more detail. And so ends my opinions for this post. cool heart domokun ninja Now on to the real part... XD ))

The earthquake appeared to have no effect on Ladius. All she did - "she," for Ladius had decided to fully embrace it's new body- was constantly shift her weight to compensate for the moving ground. It wasn't hard to do this, and counter the man's pet at the same time, but Ladius quickly got bored of having to move with the earth. When the dinosaur came in to attack again, Ladius crouched slighty, then leapt up into the air, moving away from the attack. However, instead of falling, like most things tend to do, she remained in the air, as if it formed a solid floor beneath her.

The abyss where her face was remained just as void as ever, but inside, Ladius grinned with anticipation. It felt good to finally re-enter the world and start off with a fight. She did not want to spoil the feeling to soon, so once again, she refrained from attacking, instead waiting patienly in the air. Though she faced the pet, she kept the master's presence in heer mind.

((Criticism on Scott's criticism! XD you use the words "as" and "such" too often blaugh ))

((all i have to say here is you should of named it you four's personal rp practice cause so far only you four have that kind of skill or time to do that stuff lol))