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KnightSkye Reforged

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  1. I assume I should wait till Sequnece responds to this, right?
  2. "I won't call you Jack if you want. What would you like me to call you?" he decided not to ask about the Taylor person. He got the feeling he didn't want to know. Ryver followed .
  3. "OK." he started tying up his hair, which was down to about his waist and wavy, "Um, how do we start that?"
  4. "I would like that." He stopped. "Oh! Oh good! "I've been away from home long enough that I can use the letter "I" again! "Also Blurred, call me Ryver. It's my actual name; Nikko is more a title."
  5. "Oh." he relaxed somewhat. "I know I'm a character. Where I'm from, all people are characters, brought to life by an author. That is also how magic works in my land, you must find something in the world that people know, then tell a story of that thing and draw it. Some of us have an easier time of it than others, as the Author has chosen them to be special, like me. I am known as Nikkō, which means Sunlight, since I draw my power from the sun." He looked around. "So, here there are many authors. Interesting." he looked at Blurred. "is there a way to know which author is writing me?"
  6. "Huh. So, what should I call you then? A nickname? And what's a narrator? And where exactly is this place? Can you guide me?" Ryver let the spear flow away.
  7. "Your name's what!? And the boy last nyght gave no name. He was young, and had big wings." He lowered the spear.
  8. "Ok nope." The wings vanished and instead a glowing red spear appeared in his hands, held across his body to guard. "Who are you? And what happened to th kid with flame hair and golden wings that was here last night?"
  9. "Well." He scratched his head and looked around. "Guess Y'll fly around a bit and see what's what?" He breathed in the sunlight and the same wings he'd had last night appeared on his back again. His hair burst alight as the sun fully rose, glowing a garnet red.
  10. "Well damn. Guess he went some where." He climbed down the tree and looked around. "Hello! Anyone there!?" Do you wanna describe the scenery, or should i?
  11. Ryver woke with the dawn the next morning, as he always did. He slipped out of bed and over to the east side of the tree house, where he stripped of his shirt, boots and socks, and left his hair down as he basked in the morning sun. This light felt different from the normal sunlight he was use to. It felt like his wounds were closing even faster than usual. He waited for the Boy to wake up.
  12. "Thank you! Y shall fynd some way to repay thys kyndness when Y can." Ryver snapped his fingers and his wings disappeared, then curled up on the in slept in bed, and let himself drift off to sleep, exhausted.
  13. Ryver landed and stood at attention, waiting for permission to lay down.
  14. Heheh. *evil giggles as I run away*
  15. "Yeah, that works" He pulled a beautiful wooden pen out of his pocket. It has no ink, just a wooden point. He started drawing an Eagle in the dirt. "Once," the pen leaves a faint blood red glowing trail behind it. "there was small byrd, who could only fly from tree to tree, because hys wyngs were small. " the byrd loved the sun, but he could not ever reach yt wyth hys small wyngs. So he went to the sea turtle. 'Sea turtle,' he sayd, 'how can Y grow my wyngs to be byg and broad lyke your flyppers?' 'Lyttle byrd,' sayd the turtle, 'you cannot fly with my flyppers. They only can swym. You must fund a kyng and take hys fan to styck to your wyngs to fly hygher.' "So the byrd went to look for a kyng who would gyve hym hys fan. many rejected hym, and mocked hym. " Fynally, the byrd found the kyng of the mountayns. 'Oh kyng of the mountayns, wyll you lend me your fan so Y may fly to the sun that Y love?' 'oh lyttle byrd,' sayd the kyng, only a kyng can use a kyngs fan. So Y wyll make you kyng of the byrds, and you may use my fan to reach the sun. You wyll be called Eagle, for that ys a noble name.' "And so the lyttle byrd tied the fan to his wyngs, and flew to the sun, and that's how the fyrst eagle became kyng of the byrds." Ryver had finished drawing an eagle in glowing deep red light on the ground. As he finished his story, light wove into giant eagles wings that then solidified. "Y can fly myself, fryend. Let's go. Lead the way."
  16. There are literally no rules for character creation. Have fun! "Actually, can you poynt me towards a constellatyon anywhere yn the sky that has flight assocyated with yt? If there ys one?"
  17. Ok fine, here. *hands a lightweaving of nightblood. If you get rid of the illusion, it is a giant middle finger*
  18. I checked the art, and he looks cool! "Wow. Those are so byg, they myght... Can you actually fly!?" He stepped closer to inspect the wings. "Y see you have flame hayr too, those yours is glowing more than myne does." Ryver's hair glowed faintly in the dark. He looked up at the sky for his familiar constellations, and saw nothing. "Well, Y'm sorry to ask, but do you know where Y could spend the nyght? Y need to sleep. And heal. Then thynk about thys in the mornyng." As he looked up, the Boy could see scratches at the base of his throat peaking out from beneath his shirt.
  19. "You have wyngs!? Where do you come from? Do most people have wyngs here" Mind if it's night time?
  20. "My name's Ryver. Yours?" River looked around, looking for anything familiar.
  21. Yeah I just forgot sorry. "Thread? Lyke for makyng clothes?" He scratched at his deep red hair. He can't use the letter "i" because lore and I want to piss off my autocorrect.
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