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//Since nothing else has been commented on this since October, I suppose Daniella simply keeps working until the overall issue is resolved, until everyone is dead and there is nothing left for her to do, or until there is some cause for her to leave that is a greater good than what she is doing.
After pulling another shift caring for the sick, Daniella walks outside to take a breath of air before getting back to work. When she notices two people arguing and starting to throw punches, she rushes over to try to step between them and stop the fight. "Gentlemen, please! What is going on here!"
Fun! I played around with the Hero Forge thing and made up minis for several of my characters including Daniella, Viper, Zari, and my PnP character, but I haven't ordered any of them at this point. Are you happy with the quality and which materials did you use for yours? I know they had various upgrades and such, so just curious. Thanks for sharing!
« on: September 24, 2016, 09:07:43 am »
The sun peeked in through the window and Rebecca groaned as she rolled over away from the light. Her head was pounding. She looked around and found herself on the chaise in Razeriem's living room. The events from the previous night were fuzzy. She remembered being cold and wet from the rain, she remembered Toby Jenkins and Jenna and and Steel and... oh... dancing... and whiskey. She groaned again. No more whiskey. Ever.
Thanks to everyone who came out to the Dragon Isles last night! We may not have gotten very far and we may have had everyone die except 3 of us, but the roleplay was top notch and constant and it was a really fun challenge. Felt like an adventure again! Looking forward to traveling with you all again.
I like the "Someone" thing for the floaty text above the characters and for rp, etc. The only place I really don't like it is in the player list for all of the reasons that merlin described. If it could be that the floaty text and intro system can still be in place while the player list remains that we can see people, then to me that would be ideal, but that may be one of those "have your cake and eat it too" scenarios. Granted, what's the point of having cake if you can't eat it.
« on: August 31, 2016, 01:41:47 am »
She'd made a deal with the devil. He'd told her that if she brought him a case of three hundred and fifty holy waters, he would arrange a meeting face to face with her mother. She'd asked her father, and he'd made helped her. But as she had sat there listening to Steel tell her how exactly he intended to trap her mother into seeing her, a plan involving selling her to dark elves as a slave so that her mother would have to come and rescue her, her stomach turned into knots. It wasn't only the fear of what it actually meant if she would be sold into slavery, the marks she would end up bearing from the ordeal, and the sheer terror of what could happen to her that made her back down from the deal. Steel had the utmost faith that her mother would come to save her, but she didn't have the same faith that he did. And part of her resented the idea of once again being the damsel in distress that everyone believed her to be at all times. No, what sealed her refusal was the look in the demon's eyes when she asked him what would happen when her mother learned the truth, when she learned that it had been a set up, and that he had sold her daughter to dark elves.
"She'll hate me," he said.
She couldn't do it. She apologized for wasting his time. He asked her what she would do then instead.
"I'll l..let her g..go," was her stuttered reply.
He told her that she was free. But freedom was painful. And at the same time, he was right. She was free. She would always wish that there had been something more with her mother, but that was something that was holding her back, not propelling her forward. Her mother had refused to teach her, but she'd learned anyway. And she'd learned to sail, and even to sing, though the tune was not always perfect. She'd made friendships along her path, and she had learned more about herself. Perhaps one day she would meet her mother, and perhaps she wouldn't. But she felt a peace along with the pain in knowing that she wasn't relying on lies and traps to do so. If her mother chose to let go of her own problems and confront her, then that would be a day when she would be welcomed. And if that day never came, she would fill it up with others who may not take her place, but would be her family nonetheless.