Channelknight Fadran

Run. Yes. That seemed logical. Then why wasn't she doing it? Alena stood, frozen in fear, staring at the chasmfiend.

The chasmfiend crashed up onto the plateau, crying mightily.

It's... a long story. Currently about 9 chapters long, told to my little sister bit by bit every night. The tale of Bili and Jean the Unicorns are permeated by the story of QuestAdventure.org (or, after Season 1, QuestAdventure.gov).

"I... see." Ugggghhh. Now I want to make another RP for QuestAdventure.gov, but then again, that's another RP.

"Are you tearing a hole in reality?"

Interesting (and FotT isn't a 1... even TLT is probably a 2)

You have to say where that person is when you tag them.

"You... are."

"Why do you know so much about prophecies? I always assumed that they were just fantasy things until today."

This is tag. You are now it, because I have tagged you.

"I... I think I am."

"Not at all."

Valzwyn collapses on her bed, totally done with all that freaking homework. Her roomate wasn't back yet; Ellie liked spending her evenings hanging out with her boyfriend. As if she didn't see him at all during the day; you couldn't swing a cat without hitting someplace that they liked to make out. Though the thought of kissing made her mind turn to Tom-- No. She didn't even like him that much anymore. Eager to switch her mind to a different subject, Val took out her spellbook and began flipping through the pages. She liked leafing through them and picking a random page of spells to practice whenever she was bored. Settling on a page about manipulating an object's texture, Val set her book on a music stand that she'd borrowed from her guitar teacher (even though she was hopeless on the instrument), then mirrored the stance pictured in the book and visualized her tendrils. They appeared in all different shades--the colors of the rainbow and more. This particular spell required to her draw on mostly orange and a small amount of purple. She breathed in the fumes--they smelled differently every time she used them, this time not unlike milk chocolate--and set her hands on her bedstand. The polished wooden texture turned rough and sandy. She smiled at her accomplishment, then removed her hand and willed her fumes to disappear. Normally, she'd practice a variety of spells--but tonight, she was tired. So Valdwyn collapsed on her bed and fell asleep.

"Well, uhh..." Ellis put on his brave face. "Okay, then."

I play RPs like I'm an author, so I can do both.

"Oooh. All I know how to do is do Soulcasting."

"What kind of Radiant are you? I think I might be an Elsecaller."

"Then we need to get going. Now."

"I... thank you." "I don't think I rule over anybody."

Incorrect, Connie. You'll want me for all of those things.

Leonie blushed slightly. "You don't have to call me lady, Ros. You can just call me Leonie."

Fadran followed him through, lugging two massive dead turkeys behind him. "Dinner!"

I imagine we could just jump cut to her house. "I am?"