Fallen Skies is een 'high fantasy Textbased-RPG' die zich afspeelt in een mytische wereld vol wonderlijke wezens, monsters en magie. Het land verdeeld onder zes koningkrijken is altijd bewegend en beïnvloedbaar. Het kan zomaar zijn dat jij de held wordt van het gehele land of misschien zelfs de grootste terreur die Fallen Skies ooit meegemaakt heeft. Alles is mogelijk in deze gevaarlijk mooie wereld. En niets is gek genoeg.
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Real name : Pom
Aantal berichten : 24
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Age: 24
Occupation: Alchemist?
Residence : Nymmerwell
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The wanderer and his books. {open}

op zo okt 29, 2017 1:39 am

,,Into the night, floating on silver blue. Carry the world to a place, where dreams come true. Visions appear as dreams come up and fly, and mysteries unfold painted on the sea and sky.'' His slender pointerfinger carefully trails along each written sentence, his unoccupied hand carefully, no lovingly, caressing the sides of the sunbleached parchment. A soft breeze enters the dusty attic through the window, which was cracked open, tugging at the tips of his ashgrey hair. His charcoal eyes solemnly smouldered underneath his dark set of eyebrows. The boy, still of young age, sighed as he slowly but surely moved his upperbody back; leaning against the back of the rickety old chair. He shifted his gaze towards the window, outside, rain softly tapped the windowpane. The ashen-haired boy frownend. He was supposed to collect some copper and iron in town today as he had exhausted his stock yesterday, and he was hoping to go herb-picking at the same time but now... Well now he would have to risk his herb-medicine book soaked by rain and let's be honest.. that's too much of a risk now is it? The boy known as Caspian of the Tlal-mi family pushed himself into an upright position, stretching his neck that was sore from sitting in the same -crappy- position for too long. Time to brave the drizzle and hit the road, won't be long until sundown after all.

About half an hour later Caspian finds himself well on his way towards Aztlan, the main 'human' city within the borders of Nymmerwell. By now the rain had already drenched his coat and strands of his hair were now sticking to his forehead. Caspian is trying to plodding his way through the grassy mud, trying to avoid any puddles as he goes. The rain didn't really bother him, he liked the cold seeping into his bones, it made his skin feel slightly tingly which he enjoyed. Besides, the sound of rain softly thudding the surface of the earth made him feel extremely at ease. If it wasn't for the fact that it utterly destroys the ink in his books, he would probably say it's his favourite weathercondition yet now he was forced to settle with partially sunny. The light drizzle continued for the rest of Caspian's muddy journey through the woods and hills to the city of Aztlan, which, in another ten minutes or so, consumed him entirely.

Aztlan wasn't the biggest of cities, if you would even call it that, yet it had everything Caspian could wish for. It had food, people and, maybe most important, weird looking shops with dusty old corners, that nobody cared for, but that were just waiting to be explored. As you may have guessed, Caspian soon found himself deviated from his original 'quest' and soon found himself surrounded by all sorts of weird looking trinkets. Caspian carried a wide smile on his face as he studied the ceiling of the shop where the bodies of all the Nymmerian gods were painted. Caspian was so smitten by the exquisite detail of the painting that he forgot to look in front of him and stumbled across somebody. Caspian, being slightly inept at keeping balance, took a step back smashing a brown vase to the ground. He drew in a short breath as he was unable to catch the vase before it smashed into a million pieces, now scattered along the floor. Caspian could feel the shopowner's eyes burn on his back before closing his eyes as he heard: 'You're going to pay for that, Wanderer'. Caspian sighed and slumped his shoulders, he didn't even want to know what the vase must've cost. Only now he takes interest in the person he stumbled upon. "I'm sorry, I wasn't- uhh- really paying attention to where I was going." Caspian scratches the back of his head in an awkwardly matter, a habit of his whenever he gets nervous or awkward. "Are you ok?" he asks with a serious look on his face. Caspian really hoped he/she was fine as he really didn't want more debt to be added to his already infinite list.

[Open for anyone~ Voor iedereeen<3 Je mag ook in het NL antwoorden!]

"You still make me nervous when you walk in the room,
and butterflies they come alive when I'm next to you
Over and over.
Real name : BiBaBo
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Age: 17
Occupation: Zwerver
Residence : Mothers Heart
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Re: The wanderer and his books. {open}

op zo okt 29, 2017 9:03 pm

The carriage was old and rusty, the noise made that clear. Why... Why did he choose to travel with this piece of shit? This thing wasn't even fast enough to get him home by night... Hell this fucking thing couldn't even reach the border by tomorrow. It would be much faster for him to walk but... he was lazy and he had already payed for this ride. The man who was the owner of this carriage didn't seem like the most trustworthy person in Falkreath... But he didn't have much choice. His father would kill him, he was sure of that. But hey he didn't have another home to go to... So... that was his best option. Yeah yeah, he could always run away but uh... The thing is uh... He was a pussy. Matthew just wanted some attention and this was his way of getting it. It may be the negative kind but in his eyes attention was attention... And that was all he needed. Eideard just didn't understand him, nobody did. The young, tall man was just locked up in his perfect view. In his eyes everything needed to be perfect and pleasing... To him... And him alone. If that wasn't the case he would usually throw a tantrum or uhm... he would get very, very touchy touchy. A loud sigh left his lips while he opened his eyes. The old, wooden thing could really fall apart here... The road was full of rocks and other bumps and things. If he wasn't careful he would get seasick on this fucking thing. Really, why? Ka-cau... What? With a grumpy expression the guy heard a soft sound... It was like... Someone, no, something, was just mocking him. Yeah, there was no mistaken it. It sounded like an old man was laughing at him with his low and raspy voice... But he was careful and kept his voice down. Slowly he turned his face towards the sound. The smokelike raven that was resting on his shoulder had an expression that was filled with joy. Yeah, that fucker enjoyed his pain... Asshole...
He wasn't pleased by the news. "Oh sorry sir but I can't fix this by tomorrow," fuck my ass sir. A growling sound left his mouth that moment. A wheel, that was made up of iron and wood, had broken down. The carriage was no longer a thing. The old and fat horse was clearly in pain as the man tried to make excuses for this.... And three minutes later he was on top of the old stallion. A steady and easy pace... The animal had a wide back so it was comfortable to sit on top of it. Matthew couldn't ride horses... But he could... Like... Walk with them. The moment he would start trotting he knew he would fall... Hard.. Ugh... But okay, okay... He was on his way to Aztlan, as they were in Nymmerwell at the moment. Yeah that man was a scumbag and had betrayed him... So he punched the guy in his face, took his money and his horse... And went on his merry way. Oh yeah that fucker would wake up all alone with nothing ha-ha... Fu-ck-ing! Asshole...

This city... Was just... Something special. He sold the horse to the first guy who offered him good money for it. He could always summon a horse if he really needed one but this old guy deserved a home to stay. His previous owner looked like a jerk, he even left the old stallion in pain. Matthew wasn't really an animal person but no creature deserved to be treated like that. Yelling and screaming while getting hit... Was something he saw a lot... And sometimes he couldn't do anything. But today he could. It felt good.. The man sighed while looking around, the city streets were filled with weird looking buildings he had never seen before. The young man was used to wooden and portable houses, details weren't really a thing in the Mother's heart. Yeah at home they had a hardend floor with some stones in it but this was just... A complete other level. It was also nowhere near to the clumsy and rough buildings from Falkreath. Nymmerwell was really something different. It made him curious though... How were the other regions? The other city's? Did they have massive buildings or beautiful temples? Maybe large castles... He once heard from a travaller that their were large harbors in Rhoynar with huge ships and even... Pirates! A feint smile appeared on his face. Maybe, when he was a little bit older, he could see it for himself. He wasn't really planning on... Running away... He just... He didn't want to. With a deep and loud sigh he entered a weird looking building. He didn't understand the writing on the door but uh.. Oh well. This was probably some kind of Aztlans... Dialect. But hey didn't care didn't matter.
The shop was filled with old artifacts.. It was really quite something. In Falkreath he only visited the dirty paw. So... uh oops? He shrugged by the thought... Oh... he would be one lucky bastard if his old man never got to know this. The brothel had become his second home very quickly. Nice looking men and sweet drinks... What more would a guy want? Bam. The tall guy didn't even move when someone bumped into him. He only turned his head slowly, the rest of his body followed this lead. He was immensely big so... This was like ... Nothing... But at the same time... The guy was clearly holding back, the next sound made clear why and how. A smirk appeared on his face. Clumsy hmn. How cute 'You're going to pay for that, Wanderer'. This kind of things would get you killed in Vanaheim... But here you could pay... With moneythings. Yes, those things were really intrestring. In his homeland was trading the thing to go. Trade or die, Vanaheim was such a nice place. "I'm sorry, I wasn't- uhh- really paying attention to where I was going." A gentle smile appeared on the face of the man. "I see..." his voice was soft but with a hint of low tones. He had a pretty low and soft voice, it suited his big posture. "Are you ok?" Hmn... Now this was something. The raven on his shoulder glared down at the smaller guy while Matthew kept on smiling. "Well... No.. I think I hurt my shoulder," a sigh left his lips as his face turned serious all of the sudden. His left hand quickly found his way to his right shoulder. Thanathos made loud and highpitched sound while Matthew sighed once more. "But I think I'll be okay, hopefully..." oh yeah boehoe he was such a sad guy :"(

horrible first English post haha

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