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Site Owner Posts: 9360 |
Right. Makes sense. Which only adds to their infinite power and wisdom and over-powered-ness. Let's just avoid going to far into the subject of dragons. | |
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Administrator Posts: 1475 |
That works. I don't really want to include dragons anyway. Wait. Weredragon. Or werewyvern. Either could be interesting. | |
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Site Owner Posts: 9360 |
Werewyvern would indeed be interesting. Would they have control over shifting, or no? | |
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Administrator Posts: 1475 |
Controlled except during the full moon. | |
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Site Owner Posts: 9360 |
Ah, that's a twist. Righty-o, then. I didn't have any more questions, did you? | |
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Administrator Posts: 1475 |
I don't think so. Someone has to start now. | |
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Site Owner Posts: 9360 |
You do it. I'm lazy. | |
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Administrator Posts: 1475 |
Okay. Give me an event that is happening. | |
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Site Owner Posts: 9360 |
Either a festival, or a barfight that got carried away. Depends on whether you want it to be daytime or nighttime. | |
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The young lord walked the streets in the dimming light, scornfully observing the drunkards filling the streets. The town had just finished its harvest celebration, which had meant copious amounts of free alcohol for everyone there. Restraint was hardly one of their virtues. Of course, as the heir to the leadership of the city, he was expected to walk about and make public appearances to these fools. The teen knew better than to let these emotions show on his face. His mouth and nose were carefully emotionless, though his blue eyes accurately reflected the coldness he felt. He step carefully around crates and over piles of materials that were less than delightful, carefully lifting leather boots and brown pants to avoid them. The red-head turned toward a dark alley, mentally informing himself that it was a stupid thing he was doing. Rich nobles shouldn't be in this part of town ever, let alone at night. He could at least defend himself; he had some magical ability and was good with a sword. In a way, he was actually somewhat in the mood for a fight, what with all the fake smiling he'd been doing all day. His guard was probably somewhere around here; but Alexander had slipped him, he thought, when he'd exited the party. ((Which leaves your character's charge walking down a dark alley. He can show up and inform Alexander what a terrible idea it is.)) | |
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