Scars of Hathsin

I will be randomising the teams sorry. I will spin a wheel with the names when it reaches the 31st

Maybe, we dont know until we try. Do you want to ping @Through The Living Glass

I don't know.

hmm, wonder how that feels. Not like that happens to me all the time. Nice for the tables to have turned. Also by my calculations we need one more person to make the right amount of teams for 3 in each

I am thinking of starting it after my mocks and my holidays, which is in a few weeks

As night lay like a blanket over the country, its embrace giving light to the stars that lit the sky, pinpoints of light that resembled closely to the ones he was used too. He smiles, kicking his horses sides gently, which sends it into a steady canter, going through the forest. The forest which gave refuge to those who were up to more nefarious schemes, and let them hide their tracks. Arranis was fortunately not one of those poor fools, the ones that get caught, for doing things they thought they could get away with. Even if it was for a good purposes. He looks around, keeping alert, making sure not to look in one place for too long. The rustles of night creatures break the silence of the night, occasionally interspersed between these was the hotts of the night owl. Letting him no that there was no predators nearby, or anyone at that. His horses ears, like small satellite dishes, swing around, cupping, trying to catch the slight sounds of anyone nearby. "God boy" Arranis whispers to it, patting its leg. It shakes its mane, pleased at the touch. He drops the reigns, guiding the horse with his knees. He pulls the longbow form off his shoulder, and pulls a goose feather arrow out of his quiver, laying it on the string. ... As the tree begin to thin, and the small hamlet, with the tavern comes into view, Arranis starts to relax a bit. I think I am too used to having horses being expensive he thinks to himself before laughing aloud. The lights from inside the tavern, glow an inviting colour, and he makes his way over to the building, which was at the end of the 'main street' of the hamlet, a dusty little road, lined from thousands of feet trampling over it. His horses hooves make a muted sound as he moves through the hamlet, before dismounting, and leading it to the back of the inn, where a small stable sat, leaning to one side. "At least it is not leaking hey" he says to his horse, who he swears rolls his eyes. Arranis goes round to the front of the building, and walks in the door

Arranis walks behind the other two, (being @Spark of Hope and @Through The Living Glass). "So where are we going?"

Character: Arranis Reelwiron Galanodel Starter: Dratini Town: Vila Town Backstory: If you know my character, you know his backstory

It will be at 12pm the 31st AEST. (Australian Eastern Standard Time) The closing of the entry's

Arranis glances at the others, "My name is Arranis for those who dont know" he says looking at the ROy that was there

Super cool

That is why there are teams. They can help you through the process. This post from @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ sums this up

"I am" Arranis says from the doorway where he was standing sideways in the air. "Can someone come over so I can tell them my stomring name, so I can get in?"

Arranis glances at the murals, which look like a bunch of gibberish to him. "How did you figure it out?"

3rd Person is nice, being in person does 'transport' me into that world but as the character. But in third person, I am part of the world, not limited to one thing. That is my odd thoughts on it anyway

Arranis walks into the room a bit nervous, but keeps mumbling his name to himself, and nothing seems to happen. Yayy...?

Ok, sounds like a bit of shortening may be needed. I suppose we will se when everything is done

That is what I hope for, choices by the group, but giving a long enough time for any groups that want to have a long story if need be. We can cut it short if everyone is done

Like the writing period will be 10 months

"That is what i said before" Arranis yells at the lightling, waving his sword about

"No, I dont want to say it!"

"They know my name" Arranis whispers back