OOC/Casting Call: The Sorceror's Staff

[Call Sign Oracle]

You guys are gonna have to forgive me. I'm currently on duty right now, dealing with some sensitive issues that have occured. So, sorry I'm not able to post. I'll have my character join up with the group when I get back from my post.

laters

 

[Call Sign Oracle]

so uhhhh where IS the group now? Anyone able to gimme an update?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Last I recall, they walked outside the tavern/inn/ whatever it is

 

[The GrandMage]

Correction: The wizard is outside the Inn/Tavern/whatever, waiting for someone to decide to get off their asses and join the damn thread.

Like four people have gone into that damn tavern to join this quest, and BOOM! none of them are posting anymore!

 

[The GrandMage]

Yo! Where are my adventurers?

Or do I just take the elf and the guy? I'll do that. I'm gonna post entering the town in about fifteen minutes. Then I'll be gone for at least three or four days.

If you guys don't post by then, Ba-bow! You're gone. And we need regular posts, people.

 

[RosevilleCAguy]

marvak

Marvak stood quietly, observing the red flush of anger creeping slowly up the face of the wizard and wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into. While Marvak was not a religious man, he prayed to the Gods that the wizard would remember who had been keeping up with him when and if he began disintegrating people en masse as he seemed to be contemplating.

The vertigo caused by the instantaneous transportation from forest to tavern didn't help much. Not to mention the fact that a wolf the size of a horse had suddenly disappeared.

Confused, Marvak hesitated between continuing the quest and going out to slit a few throats to make himself feel better.

 

[The GrandMage]

We're still in the damn woods, we've been traveliling while only the elf and guy in the encampment were posting. And this is the OOC! Don't post here!

Grraaa! *Consults the Book of Armaments*

Let's see here,...Holy Hand Grenade, Holy Hand Grenade,.....Here we are!

 

[RosevilleCAguy]

We're still in the damn woods, we've been traveliling while only the elf and guy in the encampment were posting. And this is the OOC! Don't post here!

Grraaa! *Consults the Book of Armaments*

Let's see here,...Holy Hand Grenade, Holy Hand Grenade,.....Here we are!

Count five before you use it, oh mighty wizard.

 

[The GrandMage]

Trying to trick me, are we?

I happen to know that five is right out!

 

[The GrandMage]

GGGGGAGAAAAAAAAARARARRAHHHAHAJAJHHHHHHHH!!

Okay, let me get this straight....I tell you to post to the thread before I get back to stay in, you post here, and leave your character about a page back, and when I do get back, you decide to post?

Are you trying to piss me off, of just post once everytime we move someplace new? I'll let you stay, but I want regular posts from you, got it?

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Yes, this thing is bouncing up and sdown like an our of control yo-yo, GM. But at least it's kickin still. A lot of the others just stopped, dead. Too many college students, I guess.

 

[Mystic_Visions]

Noble Wizard,

Has this thread already achieved your desired number of adventurers? Kund of new to this style of RP. but would love to give it a try, so, if you are so willing, I present 2 character options for you:


Hvitulven
Race: Appears to be of elven stock
AGE: unknown
BIO: Orphaned at an early age when his village was slaughtered by a detachment of the Emporer's Guard. Left for dead, he was 'adopted' by a local wolf pack, the alpha female not allowing his being made an easy supper. Raised in the wilds, has learned to communicate with various beasts, which he uses to assist him in the defense against those vile human hunters who seem to kill purely for sport. During the many years tracking these hunters, he has developed a slight knowledge of their language, though knows not of all their customs. Distrusting of most, but has been know to assist those that are pure of heart(note, that all of those he has helped, upon returning to their villages and cities were considered mad with their stories of the 'wild man' in the woods)
SKILLS: Uses no weapons, rather summons the beasts of the wild to assist. Has some rudimentary knowledge of the healing powers of the various roots and herbs that grow in the wild.


OR....


Fyrionna
Race: Human
AGE: 27
BIO: A young wizardess, has been disowned by her family, fearing retribution from the Emporer for having the child. She has been an outcast her whole life, and as such, is very unsure of herself, and does not have full control over her inherent power.
SKILLS: Basic control of the arcane, but limited to the destructive powers of the elements(discovered at age 5 during a rather 'costly' temper tantrum.


So, I offer my services if able, will check back to see if I am needed