“You remind me of someone I used to know…” Someone spoke, not loudly, but not in a whisper. “Nathair, at your service.”

Nithel glanced over his shoulder, brows quirked. Is he speaking to me? ‘Snake’ or ‘Serpent’ was looking at Nithel; Nithel wondered about the parents, that would name their child such. Nithel nodded to him, slowly. “Nithel,…[Read more]

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*hugs gratefully through screen, for a bit* I’m alright!
How are you doing, Shada? (:

The blind man was trying to get the strange substance out of one of his feet. Nithel’s feet still burned from all the sharp dust in them, but the man had a large sliver. Like a piece of metal. And he was bleeding quite a bit.

“Ya’know what. I’m just gonna go with the one nearest me.” He said and stretched out his leg, more blood leaked from th…[Read more]

*waves shyly* Hi everybody!

Nithel was just… so done. He put two fingers on his forehead and stared at the three mirrors.

Accept your unforgiveness and vengefulness.

Accept your anger and wrath.

Accept your greed and selfishness.

The first and last caused no fear in him. None at all. The second did… as he thought of times in battle where uncontrollable rage had…[Read more]

😄
Thanks.
AND HE REALLY DOESN’T. HE’S NEVER SEEN GLASS BEFORE. He didn’t know! And now his feet- Ayyyyy. My boy…

Though… you all’s characters are pretty smart, in their own ways, too…

I really like your new tagline!
I’ve been thinking about changing mine… *strokes chin thoughtfully*

*Nithel jumped back when the giant cart zoomed up and almost careened into the blind man. He didn’t know whether to bolt, or stay, and the glass dust still stung his feet.

The blind man shouted and waved his stick more.

Nithel’s eyes widened. Wait… They were on a road? “We’re… out of the building…” He whispered.

“Getting out of the pile of glass would be a wonderful start punk.” The man shook his shirt, and larger chunks of the shiny stuff fell from his shoulders and hit the floor with tings or cracks. “I sure don’t want to fall face first in it.”

So the glittery stuff was ‘glass’. Nithel’s brow furrowed, and he debated leaving the wall to walk towar…[Read more]

It felt like a needle was being jabbed into Nithel’s side as he raced- But he missed it. He missed it! The strange cart had zoomed past two seconds before he made it. Nithel almost threw himself off the roof, in a vain attempt to land on top, but skidded to a stop. He would miss. His bones would break on the tile below, or he’d be skewered by a…[Read more]

Thank you! <3

The world swirled. Nithel’s stomach flipped and he appeared in another room. Giant. With bright walls, almost appearing to be made of ivory or alabaster. The floor was smooth, with golden designs twirling through it, as if they had been melted into the floor. He blinked rapidly at the sudden light, and the despairing fog did not leave his mind. Was…[Read more]

OKAY EVERYBODY! @ragnarok @hannahrenner @this-is-not-an-alien *claps hands*
Not to toot the same old horn, but we need to lay some ground rules for the character castle to keep the craziness down, and to help everyone understand what’s happening.

These are the original rules, slightly modified~

Welcome to the Character Castle! This is where you…

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Nithel scooches onward, sweat slides into his eyes and burns. His sword keeps scraping along the sidewall, and he tries to move it to his back, where it just slides along the bottom stones a bit. He tries to get to Alessio, whom he assumes has stopped, still looking ahead.

His heart feels like it’s split apart, his lungs refusing to take in air.…[Read more]

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Hi Everybody!
I’ll be bringing in a fellow!

Name: Nithel

Age: 6,542 (He used to look it, wrinkled face, yards of white hair and beard. But he only looks 30, now, and will only admit to being ‘about forty’.)

Personality: *tempted to just let you find out*
He shies away from leadership, except with…[Read more]

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*tiptoes to Castle 2.5* *hides/doesn’t like new people* *hesitantly peaks out/looks over comments*

Sure! *re-reads* WAIT. IS THIS YOUR FAMILY???
IT ISSSS. Aw. Is this the baby brother I’ve heard so much about? 🥰

😄

I’m a bit confused by what they’re doing, though…  *sinks back into hole*
Are they introducing their c…[Read more]

Alessio’s head bobbed up to look at the hole. He was quiet for just a moment when he let out a laugh. The laugh of a madman. He shook his head and gave a false grin, hate sparked in his eyes as he looked at Nithel. “That’s a joke, right?”

Nithel’s chest burned with pain, and the light in his eyes went away.  He set his jaw, already trying to…[Read more]

“Just…need air…” Alessio whispered, wilting again.

Nithel’s jaw set, and he nodded. He put his arm around Alessio, under the youth’s arms. He stared at the lowered head, the pain aching in this youth. He had to resist the urge to kiss him, and looked around the room. It would probably be easier to put Alessio over his back, but it would probabl…[Read more]

Tears still slipped from Nithel’s eyes, but he felt Alessio relaxing. He gave the youth one last squeeze, Nithel’s head pushing against Alessio’s shoulder and neck, more tears falling. He pulled back, hands still on the youth’s arms, just enough to look into Alessio’s eyes. Nithel moved to where he could see them, if that means kneeling,…[Read more]

Alessio clutched Nithel madly. Like his son the first time Domnik saw a man’s arm severed. Like his son would clutch him at night, when Nithel stumbled on him, weeping. He shouldn’t have had to fight. Cruel world. Nay… it was man. But my son is a man. Avigail… He burns inside, aching enough for physical pain. Alessio, what did they do to…[Read more]