Kimmi

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]

@ragnarok @hannahrenner @this-is-not-an-alien

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]

@this-is-not-an-alien

*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]

Nithel hadn’t been expecting the punch. He’d only wanted to stop Alessio from breaking his hand on the stone, to calm him down, to make him breathe. But Nithel slung back against the wall, stars dancing in his vision, and pain cutting up his jaw. He released Alessio, one hand reaching back to steady himself against the stone, the other flying to…[Read more]

“Alessio.” Nithel’s voice was softer than he expected it to be, but steady and firm. He slipped between Alessio and the wall, catching the youth’s flying hand in both of his, squeezing, keeping it from moving. He looked into Alessio’s eyes, pain fighting fatigue in them. Fear, but a calmness that was stronger. Nithel stood there a moment longer,…[Read more]

The discussion around the table turned into a debate of those present. A sometimes heated, and elongated one.

My Lord Castle was about as sick of it, as My Lord Castle could sense many of the beings were. My Lord Castle was about to do something.

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Nithel sat, not looking at anyone as he chewed and rubbed his chin. He had tuned most of the…[Read more]

“What’s your opinion?”

Nithel’s blood ran cold a moment when he heard those words, upon realizing they were directed at him.

The dragon rumbled, “We should move on.”

The thing’s presence was unsettling, but Nithel thought the phrase had saved him from answering. Nithel slowly stood with his new bag, sheathing his knife.

“Noted.” Alessio looke…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Very nice! Congratulations on starting the newsletter!
I liked your email! Your personality came through in it. (:
And it’s cool to know your brother’s real name. *muah ha ha*

(I’m glad everyone was helpful!)

And ooh dear, for the virus. Is your mom doing better?

Nothing too interesting… OH. I get to dress up and give a…[Read more]

@skylarynn

It’s good to see you again! How have you been?

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@this-is-not-an-alien

School’s been alright!

And oooh!!! You’re starting a newsletter!!!!!!!!!!! (Or have you started one? What are you planning on sending? Have I subscribed yet?)

Have you finished the college and disability applications yet?
How do you think that will go?…[Read more]

My Lord Castle is getting impatient but forces My Lord Castle to wait.

*begins coming up with mischief for if they stay, though he didn’t expect it* And ooh. Moo hoo ha-

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Nithel’s stomach flips when the man lifts his shirt enough to show the scars. Memories rush him, ones he’d tried desperately to forget but refused to leave.

Nithel…[Read more]