Works for me. If anyone wants to post they're welcome to as long as they don't get too ambitious. Maybe some conversation on the road, or whatever floats your boat.
That's fine. I never really put a posting requirement here, or at least I don't remember one. At any rate, this is more of something to do in your freetime, which I've just had better things to do lately. I think I might even have writer's block I've been away so long.I'm dead tired from work, everyday. It's not quite 'easy' being an electrician. Wake up at 6 AM, come home at 4 PM. As you can see, I'm rather busy. I simply don't have time to post.
That's up to Rex, but he already posted that recruitment is over, so I would think not.Hope you guys don't mind me jumping in the party at this point.
Name: Thilen the Seer
Age:62
Race: Dunmer
Married:Yes
Skills:See the past and the future, flame spells
Good Sides:Wise, not too old
Bad Sides:Terrible cook, sometimes very hazy
Side: Crusaders (for now)
Small bio: Without any guidance Thilen enhanced his magical skills until he accidentally blew up an entire forest. As a repentance, he went to the followers of Akatosh and has been there for 44 years. When he showed signs of visions of the past and the future, he was taken along the Crusaders' trip to locate and eliminate Glidias.
A storm had risen. The ship was off-balance, but still stood. Thilen was out at the head of the ship, for a lookout of any other ships or dry land. The sky seemed to be ablaze due to all the thundering. And then the rain. ´´I sence... death.´´, he thought. He turned around to look at the Crusaders who had had a bit too much ale for now, again. The middle mast was already falling on the poor men, and one was beginning to fall. Two men were crushed beneath the mast. The remaining men cursed the whole journey, blaming eachother for all the mess. And in no time swords flashed, blood was spilled, and the second mast fell. ´´Stupid idiots. This should not be a time for drunken accusations!´´ Thilen said out loud. The final mast was coming down, but at least the storm was subsiding. As if it was there to deliberately end the Crusaders' journey. The mast crashed down and the combined weight of the three masts were too much for the bottom. The ship started sinking. Thilen knew he was not capable to swim anywere near safe, but he didn't want to die either. But he went down with the ship, under the ocean, and passed out.
He woke to the scorching heat of the sun, and to a crab that was biting his ankles. He shook it off and stood up. Thilen then puked at least a gallon of seawater, and after a few minutes rest could ask himself; ´´Where am I?´´
Wanting to know the answer, he ventured forward into the woods. Bumping into several soldiers, presumerably Akaviri ones, Thilen immediately said that he wanted no trouble. The soldiers shrugged, and gave him directions to the closest town. Thanking them, Thilen puked one last time, and then set out for the village.
Kay, glad you may have the chance to post. Once we settle who can post and when, I'll start working on mine. Until then, I'm open to ideas. So far, I've just been thinking Glidias goes scouting around the roads to make sure we don't get mbushed or something.Work is hounding me non-stop, although my work load should lighten once the schools reopen. (Due to the fact that I'm installing networks in Catholic schools around San Jose. The deadline draws ever closer, so I'm forced to work over-time.) I'd be happy to post, should the chance arise.
I'm jelly... my old TV blew out and I can't play DD :'(Yeah. While you figure that out, I'm going to go play some Dragon's Dogma. *gleefully skips off*
Haha. I'll live, as long as I still have me music.Well, that sucks. Sorry to hear that.