Cuz I'm Bored: A Chaotic/Everything RP

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Quote

In the past, one trend has remained constant throughout the roleplaying subform. Largely, rps with a "premise", carefully prepared, fail, due to a lack of interest, compared to rps like Fellowship of the Thing, or TLT, some of the largest threads on the Shard, which thrive as Sharders invest in a world they're interested in and create.

So, let's try this again. An experiment. A chaotic/everything rp in the style of FotT/Insanity Clinic, that hopefully won't die, proving my theory right. Pls join, and have fun!

Owen sat on the rock, looking around nervously. That storm was not normal. Red lightning was never normal. Also, the lack of rain disturbed him. He glanced at the sword in his lap. His father's sword, taken from the tribes of Hav'lon in the Northern Campaign. Now it was his. Carefully forged steel, engraved with ancient runes. 

Something rustled. "Hello?" he said, standing up urgently, terrified.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Quote

Ooh fun - a use for my ghost wizard! Anybody need a mentor? 
It is taking a lot of willpower to avoid putting Rebus in here. 

The Tormentor watched, unable to manifest. The blasted lightning was interfering with his own magic! Regardless, perhaps this man could carry on his legacy. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

The thing that had rustled was a bush.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

A comet streaked through the sky and landed not far from Owen with a huge crash. 

He should probably go check it out.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Tormentor watched, unable to manifest. The blasted lightning was interfering with his own magic! Regardless, perhaps this man could carry on his legacy. 

Owen glanced at him. "Hello?"

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The thing that had rustled was a bush.

Owen stabbed the bush, terrified. He chided himself. Stupid. That was something he should've grown out of, stabbing at bushes and shadows.

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

A comet streaked through the sky and landed not far from Owen with a huge crash. 

He should probably go check it out.

Owen yelped, clutching his blade. He cowered for several minutes, but curiosity got the best of him, and he crept towards the meteor.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

Owen glanced at him. "Hello?"

Owen stabbed the bush, terrified. He chided himself. Stupid. That was something he should've grown out of, stabbing at bushes and shadows.

The bush was simply a bush.

"HEYA!" someone yelled in his ear.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

The bush was simply a bush.

"HEYA!" someone yelled in his ear.

"AGH!" he screamed, spinning and pointing his sword directly at them.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Owen glanced at him. "Hello?"

The Tormentor, being a ghost, was invisible at the moment. But maybe… he flickered for a moment, then lost the spell to the interference from the storm. His voice was still projected, though. “Hello? Can you hear me?” 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Owen glanced at him. "Hello?"

Owen stabbed the bush, terrified. He chided himself. Stupid. That was something he should've grown out of, stabbing at bushes and shadows.

Owen yelped, clutching his blade. He cowered for several minutes, but curiosity got the best of him, and he crept towards the meteor.

A woman scrambled up out of the crater, brushing off a simple but luxurious white dress and looking very angry. She was covered in ash. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Tormentor, being a ghost, was invisible at the moment. But maybe… he flickered for a moment, then lost the spell to the interference from the storm. His voice was still projected, though. “Hello? Can you hear me?” 

". . . yeah."

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

A woman scrambled up out of the crater, brushing off a simple but luxurious white dress and looking very angry. She was covered in ash. 

"Oh! Hi! Who are you?" he said, spinning to point his sword at her.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

". . . yeah."

“So at least I can still do that. That’s a good sign. You can call me Tray - my titles don’t matter anymore.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

“So at least I can still do that. That’s a good sign. You can call me Tray - my titles don’t matter anymore.” 

"Where are you?" he asked hesitantly, most of his attention on his immediate surroundings.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

"Where are you?" he asked hesitantly, most of his attention on his immediate surroundings.

“I’m tied to my amulet, but I can’t see it. It should be nearby, though - probably buried or something. To clarify, I’m a ghost.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

“I’m tied to my amulet, but I can’t see it. It should be nearby, though - probably buried or something. To clarify, I’m a ghost.” 

"Oh." That was probably the least strange thing that had happened tonight. "Okay. Gimme a sec. I have some people who I don't know about."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Oh." That was probably the least strange thing that had happened tonight. "Okay. Gimme a sec. I have some people who I don't know about."

“Thank you for your aid.” Tray waited, attempting to search for his amulet around where it had been before he had gone dormant. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

“Thank you for your aid.” Tray waited, attempting to search for his amulet around where it had been before he had gone dormant. 

"Okay... you're a ghost you said? Why?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

18 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

". . . yeah."

"Oh! Hi! Who are you?" he said, spinning to point his sword at her.

“Sivu,” she spat. “My name is Jidah Ka Orum, mortal. Where is Tialin?”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

“Sivu,” she spat. “My name is Jidah Ka Orum, mortal. Where is Tialin?”

"Who? Also, are you going to hurt me? Cuz me and my ghost friend don't like being hurt." he said, blade still pointed at her, though quivering.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Okay... you're a ghost you said? Why?"

“I died, of course. I was a necromancer when I was alive - not the silly new nonsense, about corpses walking and death bolts, but proper necromancy - calling spirits to speak to.” 

[Through the Living Hope]

Réva sat nearby. She didn’t care too much for this. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

36 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"AGH!" he screamed, spinning and pointing his sword directly at them.

There was no one there.

"Hehe."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

7 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Who? Also, are you going to hurt me? Cuz me and my ghost friend don't like being hurt." he said, blade still pointed at her, though quivering.

“I’m not going to hurt you, nor cidu. Calm down.” She scowled. “Nojih ke suju, how far have your people fallen? Do they not still tell stories?”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“I died, of course. I was a necromancer when I was alive - not the silly new nonsense, about corpses walking and death bolts, but proper necromancy - calling spirits to speak to.” 

"Oh. Huh. Weird."

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

Réva sat nearby. She didn’t care too much for this. 

Owen ignored her for now. He had enough on his plate anyway.

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

There was no one there.

"Hehe."

"Stop it! Are you another ghost?"

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

“I’m not going to hurt you, nor cidu. Calm down.” She scowled. “Nojih ke suju, how far have your people fallen? Do they not still tell stories?”

"What? Stories? Yeah. Once upon a time there was a guy..."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Stop it! Are you another ghost?"

". . . Another ghost? No! . . . Where's the first one?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Oh. Huh. Weird."

Owen ignored her for now. He had enough on his plate anyway.

"Stop it! Are you another ghost?"

"What? Stories? Yeah. Once upon a time there was a guy..."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Cidu fol re. No, nor. Stories of me, and the others.”