The whistling winds did little to drown out the repetitious sound that existed within him. With every step he took on that snow-laden path into Odinfell, the stronger the feeling resonated. He was...
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The whistling winds did little to drown out the repetitious sound that existed within him. With every step he took on that snow-laden path into Odinfell, the stronger the feeling resonated. He was...
Come to us. We’ve been waiting for so… so long.
Their handshake concluded briefly and once it did, he promptly withdrew it to wrap his arms about his own self as a particularly nasty gust of icy...
It was true – that clearing was so heavily saturated with magic that it was almost palpable but it wasn’t just any magic; it was death magic. With every second that ticked by, Sorin could feel the...
I edited it to reflect that the "permanent" damage only lasts until the end of the thread, unless agreed upon beforehand. I plan on lowering those timers once Sorin gets stronger so it probably...
(I'm resubmitting my character sheet to readjust my abilities for character narrative with permission by Shinsou. I did away with some abilities and replaced them with Necromancer-centric ones. ...
Dear page in book,
A lot has happened since I last put ink to paper – most notably, it’s been several weeks since I’ve left the safety and comfort of the Brackenfield Inn and started my...
Dear Diary? I guess.
I’ve decided to chronicle my activities in this book just like my father did before me. I can only guess that is what he intended when he left it for me – to learn from his...
Sorin was stunned. He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened much less what the out-of-nowhere man said to him. It didn’t matter if he understood or not – it seemed the man was going to force...
Streamlined tears welled into the corners of Sorin’s eyes before spilling out onto the curves of his bruised cheeks. The weakness of his battered emotions only seemed to amplify the pain of the open...
Through the pain and fatigue, Sorin managed his way back to Wintervale; a dodgy trail of blood and troubled footprints left in his wake. It was worse than he imagined. What he saw before him was a...
There were no dreams to be had while Sorin was under. The only thing his mind did was ache as a result of the head injury he sustained. It was actually from the relentlessly throbbing pain that he...
It was Sorin that broke the silence first.
“Hi—“ he started, his voice cracking like a teenager gripped by the fickleness of puberty. He quickly cleared his throat soon after to reset the...
It was cold. A hell of a lot colder than it had any reason to be but what else was to be expected when you were this far north? If you went any further north and it would be too cold to snow. That...
Sorin pulled on the last of his winter gear with a laborious groan that far exceeded the actual difficulty belonging to the task of dressing himself. It was certainly loud enough for his father to...
“Sor, can you come down for a minute?”
The voice was nothing more than a hum heard beyond the veil of Sorin’s concentration. The words didn’t even register as he kept his focus honed on...
The throes of anger screaming inside of him died down to mild murmurs as their moments together stretched into minutes. For every ounce of belief within Lessa that led her to the idea that she was a...
Icarus didn't spend much time in Algade so it was no wonder to him why he couldn't find the designated meeting spot Lessa had passed over to him in a private message. Repeatedly, he had to open his...
Name: Sorin.
Age: 19.
Race: Salvar.
Hair Color: Pale Blonde.
Eye Color: Green.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Occupation (Optional):
Errand runner, unpaid assistant and personal slave all in...