Post by Nathaniel de Beniér on Feb 23, 2013 5:11:06 GMT -5
The idea of this game is to write small sections, maybe a paragraph each, detailing what each of your characters are up to at the moment. I will begin with my wide variety of characters...
Nathaniel de Beniér sat in his cosy, cool chambers, so set apart from the rest of Val Royeaux. Although he had the fortune to live in such a relaxed atmosphere, he was restless. Could he survive his mission?
Lord Seeker Lambert paced restlessly in his room. What could the Divine be up to? How could he stop her?
Darin Cathar clutched his sword tighter, trying to make out the cave in the pitch-black darkness. 'Just an abandoned cave,' Nathaniel had assured him.
Alex grabbed the dice from the table and rapped them lightly against his palm. Then he tossed. "Sixes!" he laughed, and earned himself yet another throw. But inside, he felt hollow. Honovi was far away, most likely dead in the wake of the Chasind wars. Apart from her, he had no other person to rely on. Truly, he was now friendless. And hopeless. Even the magical sword resting on his waist could not lift his spirits. Soon after, he quit the table with his winnings and went to drink them away.
Senior Enchanter Rhys sighed. Templars were nearing. Nowadays he even felt his limits pushed, bent, and broken; in trying to instruct the dozens of apprentices and even enchanters in spellcraft, he had effectively made himself half a cripple in regards of magic. He hoped that it would only be temporary.
Dwayne Holwin stood up and followed David out of the tent. It was time for the battle, and he didn't want to lose sight of his commander for even one second. Those were the instructions his master had given him.
Fenris sat down, brooding as usual. That was his nature, and bugger those who wanted to 'help him'. He needed nothing from others.
Lord Seeker Lambert paced restlessly in his room. What could the Divine be up to? How could he stop her?
Darin Cathar clutched his sword tighter, trying to make out the cave in the pitch-black darkness. 'Just an abandoned cave,' Nathaniel had assured him.
Alex grabbed the dice from the table and rapped them lightly against his palm. Then he tossed. "Sixes!" he laughed, and earned himself yet another throw. But inside, he felt hollow. Honovi was far away, most likely dead in the wake of the Chasind wars. Apart from her, he had no other person to rely on. Truly, he was now friendless. And hopeless. Even the magical sword resting on his waist could not lift his spirits. Soon after, he quit the table with his winnings and went to drink them away.
Senior Enchanter Rhys sighed. Templars were nearing. Nowadays he even felt his limits pushed, bent, and broken; in trying to instruct the dozens of apprentices and even enchanters in spellcraft, he had effectively made himself half a cripple in regards of magic. He hoped that it would only be temporary.
Dwayne Holwin stood up and followed David out of the tent. It was time for the battle, and he didn't want to lose sight of his commander for even one second. Those were the instructions his master had given him.
Fenris sat down, brooding as usual. That was his nature, and bugger those who wanted to 'help him'. He needed nothing from others.
