Role-Play The Shattered World

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  1. Isa

    Isa Dovie'andi se tovya sagai

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    Bran laughed at his friend's antics as soon as Leon jumped at the first vine he whispered in the ear of what looked to be the oldest of the kids. By the time Leon was perched the kid was right behind him prepared to knock him over into the waiting swampy water below them. As he watched them he pulled out a bundle of hardened sugars he'd taken from the kitchen in the library and began parceling them out to kids as they waited.
    "We need to speak to a man named Erik do any of you know a quick way to reach his home? We can trade when we finish talking to him."
     
  2. Nevermore

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    Leon was unsuspecting of the kid behind him and was thus knocked clear off his branch and plummeted towards the swamp. He looked around as he fell and grabbed a vine that just so happened to right where it needed to be for him to catch it. The vine came loose from the tree and he swung rapidly as he fell further. He let go of the vine at just the right moment and sailed through the air, landing on the bridge next to the others. He grinned at Bran, "Nice try."
     
  3. Lotheral

    Lotheral Resident Ghost

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    Dues so looks and mutters to himself "I really hate it when people don't realize something you don't understand can still be very dangeruos even if you think you know what it is." Dues relaxed and looked about at his travialing compoanions. Seeing them all befriend the children Dues just shook his head.

    "I give up. You can do what you want with them just keep in mind we already know something is odd about the trees and adults can have many faces if we ever meet any.'' Dues looked more embarred then stern when saying his words. His lack of social skills showed through. He agian marvaled at what everyone was doing and half wished he had the abuilty to do it too.
     
  4. Isa

    Isa Dovie'andi se tovya sagai

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    The kid wadded up to the edge of the platform around the portal and looked at Bran.
    "The crazy trader? He lives near the eating space makes sweet bread at the end of the week if he has the plants for it. I can show you." Bran smiled and nodded to the boy handing him the few bits of hard candy he'd offered if the boy attempted to drop Leon in the water.
    "Alright guys looks like were headed to town. Apparently This Eric used to be a traveling trader with a knack for finding relics that he used to pay his way through the portals. He says he found a shard a few years back that looked like it was made by people."
     
  5. Zyta

    Zyta Drifting Super Mod

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    Cloud met the kids’ gaze impassively. He felt that it was superficial of him to call them kids when he is not that much older than any one of them, thinking of them as kids made feel like an aged man in his forties. He moved away from the portal calmly to allow those following through without bumping into him. After that he drifted to one side and watched how everyone reacted from the crazy Leon to the ambitious Bran. Everyone’s different approach to this mission was amusing to watch from afar. He didn’t feel the need to tell the others that Bran when he heard it, it was not his job to keep the others in line or following Bran. It was their job, thus Cloud followed Bran in silence, listening to him calmly and making his own judgment about this person they were going to see.
     
  6. Isa

    Isa Dovie'andi se tovya sagai

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    The young boy lead the group up a wood walk way that spiraled around one of the largest trees they had seen on the shard so far. Eventually they cam out onto the canopy of the shard's forest the the leaves of the trees were held together with some sort of hardened resin that gave everything under it a blue green tint. A few adults waved polity while others shouted out trade offers. Waving back to them Bran kept on. Some of the children that had followed them winding walkway split of running to talk to parents or friends. Eventually the young boy lead them down a short ladder under the tree canopy and then up to the door of one of the houses that had been grown from the trees. The boy looked back at the group of inheritors and smilled at them.
    "This is where the old man lives. Every one will be eating dinner in a few hours. you can come trade then if you want. Bye." Without another word the boy scrambled up the ladder and back off to whatever chores he had left for the day.

    Bran glanced at everyone else.
    "Guess this is it" Knocking on the door a muffled shout was followed by a grizzled looking man with a mess of scars down one arm opening it for them.
    "Hmph. Inheritors, I don't have no relics for you, so wadda you want?"
     
  7. Nevermore

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    The whole way to the old man's house Leon had be trying everything from leaping from walkway to walkway, to climbing the trees. It had been a long time since he had been anywhere but the library. He felt more alive than ever and couldn't help but use the energy he had. His fun was spoiled when the old man appeared quite gruffly and tried to tell them off. Leon stepped forward, "We're not here for relics, though it would be nice if you had some. No, we're here because we heard you had some info, that's all we want."
     
  8. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    Celeste stared at the rugged individual, tilting her head ever so slightly. She blinked a few times, as if she had never seen rough manners before and seemed only now to be acquainted with them. Yet, her demeanour seemed more interested, rather than taken aback. As she stared at the scars, she listened to Leon attempt to reason with the stranger. While she had done and said little during their walk, he had been the opposite – she was not surprised in the least that he was now actively trying to convince the man to be lenient in his temperament.

    Celeste stared at the man and said, with honest intent:

    “You have many marks on you.”

    She paused a moment, reconsidering what she had said, unaware of what effect it may have.

    She quietly added, “We have no room to demand your presence, but we ask only to talk with you.”

    Another pause. A slight crease of her eyebrow.

    Quieter, still…

    “We need your help.”
     
  9. Doc

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    "Yeah, c'mon naw, Gramps," Garrett spoke as he came to stand beside Leon, slinging a long arm about the back of the other boy's neck as he leaned down slightly from his towering height. He gave the old man in front of them a once over while Celeste stumbled over her words; snickering softly as his mouth contorted into a toothy grin. She never had been the loquacious type; but that was something that the backwoods miner had always found sort of endearing about her, regardless of her typically stand-offish and secluded nature. There was nothing wrong with it; it was just her style.

    Like his mama always used to say; whatever floats your boat.

    "Sooner ya waggle that thurr tongue'uh yers, sooner we'll be outta yer hair," He plied the old man, releasing Leon.