Character Castle 2.0
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in fact i shall not even read your Mongrol’s history until i am assured there are so spoilers 🙂
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
in fact i shall not even read your Mongrel’s history until i am assured there are so spoilers 🙂
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
ugh i am so technologically incompetent and i sent that twice 🙁
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Yes. I am rather disappointed. At least I know some will work. 🙁 like that one…
Awww! No spoilers? But come on! My life revolves around spoiling things (just kidding, but I seriously wanted to spoil). As for slitting throats and burning houses — that’s why I don’t give my address, lol 😛
And can I spoil just a few things? 😀 please? With cherries on top and whipped cream? AND I’ll pay for it?
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.No spoilers in it: Just the fact that THE ONE cannot trust THE MONGREL. He he! I spoiled! Ok, it wasn’t really that big of a deal. In one chapter I actually hinted at that, so yeah. And guess what? I once posted the same thing THREE times. Can you beat that?
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Are you up to your character limit, or can I grab a spot? 🙂
One day you'll be someone's favorite author.
@millennium
You can still get in. Only 3 of 10 slots are currently filled.The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
Yeah! What Rusted Knight said 😛 I would love for you to join!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Absolutely Writing Falcon, please tell me you do not like spoilers. And as for you Wingiby Iggiby (what is a wingiby iggiby?), do you think a little detail like not telling me where you live will stop a dedicated psychopath;)?
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Hey, yea! Join the party!
Wingiby Iggiby is my username. Ok, I know. There is this character in the Winfeather Saga called Peet the Sock Man. The three children, Janner, Tink, and Leeli’s last name is Igiby. Peet would keep messing their name up, and that is what I used for my username. By the way, my profile pic is Peet riding a dreadful toothy cow of Skree. And I like your pic. Did you do it?
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.oh thanks! (i better look up with Winfeather Saga before yall spoil it). i didn’t do that one but i do draw some of my own stuff. i found her on Pinterest and i really liked it:). You draw?
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Ha ha! I still think the pics cool! And yes, I like to draw. 😉
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.(I ommitted the spoilery part even though it was more ominous…)
The oak chair creaked as the burly man leaned back, making the front legs lift off of the floor. He played with a quill at the corner of his mouth, and tapped his fingers on the desk. He needed room to think, and he wasn’t going to get it in here.
The man stood and walked around his desk. He wanted some fresh air; the Palace Hybern was stuffy. He opened the door to his quarters, and jerked in surprise. Instead of a black, dank corridor, he beheld a large, open, circular room.
Light streamed in from tall windows placed at intervals between doors — dozens of doors. The round room was bare except for a dancing white marble fountain in the middle. The floor was of white tiles, and if you looked up you could see far above a circular sky-light in the ceiling.
The man blinked, and closed the door. He leaned against it. He took several deep breaths, and composed himself. Whatever had happened must have a reasonable explanation. He slowly cracked open the door again and looked out. The fountain gurgled as if to taunt him.
The man banged the door shut and growled. How wonderful. He didn’t know how long it would last, but it meant a delay in his plans. Things would happen while he wasn’t in Auboron, and he had no way of knowing. The man threw his fists on the door, and it rattled.
But whatever had just occured, no matter how bizare, he needed to go out. He couldn’t stay in this room. Speaking of this room…. It had several doors leading to other rooms in his quarters. The man strode to the opposite wall and jerked it open. The fountain splashed and beamed. How?
He tried the third door. Gurgle splash! He slammed it. The man stormed over to his desk and started folding his papers and documents. He then crossed the room and pried open a floor board near the fire-place. He stuffed the articles into it, and then stomped the board back into place.
I’m not going to have anyone coming in and rumaging about my stuff.
He buckled on the sword belt that held his scabberd and iron ball. He clipped on his cape, and was about to exit the room when he remembered his wife. Right. What if she somehow came into the room and didn’t know what had happened, to him or the rest of the Palace? But ah, nevermind. Jezebel could take care of herself. He swung open the door and thudded out into the bright round room.
“SHOW YOURSELF!” He roared, without the least musical hint. His nostrils flared and his eyes were on fire. Whoever had done whatever he had done was going to pay. And he would pay it with his measly life — after he had gotten Ahab out of this mess, that is.
Ahab’s muscles flexed. He could take on a herd of charging elephants, and he knew he could. He turned around, surveying the treatorous room, and oh! How was his anger kindled. All the doors looked the same. Why hadn’t he noticed that before?
Because all the doors had been different colors before. Ahab snarled. He walked to the nearest one and grasped the knob. But it wouldn’t turn. Oh well. He didn’t need it. He reared his leg back and kicked. The sound ehoed in the room, and after two more, it cracked in half and Ahab strode into—
A library.
And lying on a couch on the far side was a limp, lounging figure. Ahab raised his sword, and evil glinted in his eye.
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Well here is one of my own characters from a WIP.
Name. Allen Zeiss aka Red Orge.
Height. 6 ⅛ inches.
Age. 18
Race. Fey.
Physical. Mid tall. Red hair, brown eyes. Good muscles. Uses two handed sword with one hand. (unless he get serious) Wears studded leather armor with iron pauldron and vambrace on left arm.
Occupation. Cadet.
Allen looked over the armory. Hidden from sight inside a statue’s pedestal, it could double as a fortress. Opening the stone door, he entered. The inside was dim, lit by magic lanterns. It smelled of burning wood and steel.
“Well I got that order of yours.” said the blacksmith. “I tell ya. I ain’t built too many of these. This ain’t a sword. It’s more of a chunk of raw iron.”
A heavy bundle was dropped on the table. Unwrapping it, Allen picked up the blade. It was just about as long as he was tall and as wide as his open hand.
“A cinquedeas as long as a zweihander, you says. Ha! Only fools or pros use ’em.”
Allen shrugged off the comment.
“Well I pity both.”
“Both?”
“The fool who uses one and the foe of the pro.”
The blacksmith laughed. And vanished. As did the rest of the shop. Allen found himself in a free fall in the middle of a spacious room. Fluttering to a stop, he hovered and looked around. It was a library, a little on the fancy wealthy side of things. A boy was on a couch seeming to enjoy the comfort of silence and cushion.
“Show yourself!” yelled a man.
A second later, a door flew from its hinges and a well built swordsman entered.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
@rusted-knight @wingiby-iggiby
That was great, guys! Your posts were so interesting. I’m working on mine now, so I should have it ready to post today.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
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