Note until everyone meets at a hall later on in the rp you have to make your own begging storyline
Errant pulses shot through the air amidst a gathering of trees, the short clearing suddenly resplendent with titanic amounts of energy as the barriers between universes shattered briefly, a rectangular seem in reality forming approximately three meters high and wide enough to accomodate a wide humanoid. It was not with thunderous eruptions that this door did open, but with a simple creaking as a curious and large hand pushed it open, a reptillian snout poking through the verged crack, the very air opening up and revealing what seemed to be a white-panelled wooden door on the other end. Standing at the doorway was a two meter tall creature that seemed to breach the verges between both human and draconic resemblences.
Her red scales seemed dulled enough not to reflect too much light from the pale white void behind her, however her mithral armour - painted in a combination of carmine and gold as part of her clan heraldry - seemed to almost sparkle gently with small flecks of the light. Curious orange eyes peered about her surroundings, whilst the dragonborn wore an expression that best conveyed curiosity more then confusion, along with a tired gout of enhibriation .
A mild push later and her full form was now visible, clutching a leaky wooden tankard in one hand and an adamantine ranseur in the other. Her uneven steps betrayed her late night drinking - at least one can assume it was late night wherever she'd just come from - and as bare clawed feet met soft grass, she found herself stumbling into the shade and daylight of the forest with the fresh scent of greenery and the foul odor of Sigil's least expensive bar.
"Ha...and that berk said this door was a bust...I mean - a light walk through the woods? I could cross a plane for that. Maybe two...blue...two." Her deep voice murmured aloud, the honourable warrior a little less then dignified with her wits no longer about her and curiousity taking over. Oh, how it was usually so easy for her to get into such things!
But this was different. She'd been wandering aimlessly for a long time now. Visiting the City of Doors was simply yet another step in her long journey of aimless blundering. Finding her family heirloom felt like a lost cause after a recent string of defeats. But perhaps the opportunity for new chances would arise in this oddly quaint little land. For at first it seemed to be just like every other forest she'd walked through, only slightly more susceptible to the occasional burning bush every time she hicuped and ended up literally belching out a tongue of flame. She was quick to put it out , even in her state...she could not abide the destruction of other living things for no proper reason! Even if they were forest animals.
By the look of the multitude of weapons she carried with her and the large rucksack strapped to her back, it was clear she wasn't travelling light. The occasional twirl of her ranseur intermittent with her giving a quick jig with it made it clear she was skilled with the weapon - or at least familiar with how to use it.
"- but spite the word of the promised land~ It's borne naught here but at wyvern hand~ Tward death they spittle and foam and froth~ One glance one needs to sigh and croak ~ Whatever beast bred this - his loins did bro-..." It was at that moment when she paused, partially due to her singing and partially due to something transfixing her. A light tinkling of scales meeting with the golden hoops at the end of her tendrils, eyes darting about as her frilliks remained raised, at the attention.
"...That didn't rhyme." she murmured to herself, easily picking up the turgid discord in the air. Many years of adventuring attuned her to the feeling - it was the smell of smoke and charred offal mixed with the uneasiness of conflict.
Like a leviathan surging through the waves, it was spreading across the land. Whatever it was, it certainly had a presence. Yet something also told her she may not have been the only intelligent being in the area.
Best be on the safe side...or perhaps not. A tilted mug and a last guzzle of warm beer into her belly, she tossed the tankard aside and flicked her tongue betwixt her lips, ranseur pointed aside as she spread her free arm agape, teeth shining as she grinned.
"Adventure...comes!"
Her red scales seemed dulled enough not to reflect too much light from the pale white void behind her, however her mithral armour - painted in a combination of carmine and gold as part of her clan heraldry - seemed to almost sparkle gently with small flecks of the light. Curious orange eyes peered about her surroundings, whilst the dragonborn wore an expression that best conveyed curiosity more then confusion, along with a tired gout of enhibriation .
A mild push later and her full form was now visible, clutching a leaky wooden tankard in one hand and an adamantine ranseur in the other. Her uneven steps betrayed her late night drinking - at least one can assume it was late night wherever she'd just come from - and as bare clawed feet met soft grass, she found herself stumbling into the shade and daylight of the forest with the fresh scent of greenery and the foul odor of Sigil's least expensive bar.
"Ha...and that berk said this door was a bust...I mean - a light walk through the woods? I could cross a plane for that. Maybe two...blue...two." Her deep voice murmured aloud, the honourable warrior a little less then dignified with her wits no longer about her and curiousity taking over. Oh, how it was usually so easy for her to get into such things!
But this was different. She'd been wandering aimlessly for a long time now. Visiting the City of Doors was simply yet another step in her long journey of aimless blundering. Finding her family heirloom felt like a lost cause after a recent string of defeats. But perhaps the opportunity for new chances would arise in this oddly quaint little land. For at first it seemed to be just like every other forest she'd walked through, only slightly more susceptible to the occasional burning bush every time she hicuped and ended up literally belching out a tongue of flame. She was quick to put it out , even in her state...she could not abide the destruction of other living things for no proper reason! Even if they were forest animals.
By the look of the multitude of weapons she carried with her and the large rucksack strapped to her back, it was clear she wasn't travelling light. The occasional twirl of her ranseur intermittent with her giving a quick jig with it made it clear she was skilled with the weapon - or at least familiar with how to use it.
"- but spite the word of the promised land~ It's borne naught here but at wyvern hand~ Tward death they spittle and foam and froth~ One glance one needs to sigh and croak ~ Whatever beast bred this - his loins did bro-..." It was at that moment when she paused, partially due to her singing and partially due to something transfixing her. A light tinkling of scales meeting with the golden hoops at the end of her tendrils, eyes darting about as her frilliks remained raised, at the attention.
"...That didn't rhyme." she murmured to herself, easily picking up the turgid discord in the air. Many years of adventuring attuned her to the feeling - it was the smell of smoke and charred offal mixed with the uneasiness of conflict.
Like a leviathan surging through the waves, it was spreading across the land. Whatever it was, it certainly had a presence. Yet something also told her she may not have been the only intelligent being in the area.
Best be on the safe side...or perhaps not. A tilted mug and a last guzzle of warm beer into her belly, she tossed the tankard aside and flicked her tongue betwixt her lips, ranseur pointed aside as she spread her free arm agape, teeth shining as she grinned.
"Adventure...comes!"
Jane was a normal young elf. Thats wat the people think until she turns around draws out a short knife and say" wat was that you said." they would say nothing so she let them go. Jane was walking through the same forest when she was ambushed by men. There were five men looking gleefully at jane. "look here fellas a nice little she elf. Lets have some fun." the advanced on her but she wasnt scared. But she did act it to fool the men. They all lunged together but she jumped up into the trees. Making her bow magically appeared she grab it pulled a bunch of arrows and aimed them at the men. She got them all in the leg. She jumped down and ran to them pulling out her knife. And she killed them all then and there. Her ears pricked up as she heard a new noise.
Archer was slinking around the forest, watching all the different groups that were in the forest today. "The forest is popular today." he said to himself. Shadows shot along the ground from him as he went into hiding for now.
Elves normally keep to themselves but this was getting intense
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