Post by Bumlader on Sept 7, 2012 2:18:38 GMT -5
The door of the boarded home opens lightly, a man steps in, his clothes are soaking wet from walking out in the rainy streets of Kalaram. The man closes the door silently and turns around, water dripping from his soaked clothing onto the wooden floor of the house. .When he turned around he saw no recent signs of activity in the house, it made him frown. .The man walked in and then towards the table, mumbling to himself, he was holding a old and used crossbow that isn't loaded with a bolt yet. .Once he reached the table he put the crossbow gently down on the wooden surface of the table, he then pulled down his hood revealing his face, this man had brown hair, and brown eyes. .The man pulls out a bolt from a medium sized quiver and loads his crossbow. .However he felt as if he was being watched by someone, something in this house, once he loaded up his crossbow he pulled his hood back up, feeling and looking threatened, however also trying to keep a good attitude. .The man walks towards the right chair next to the fireplace and takes a seat, his eyes never leave the fire as thoughts run through his head, thinking..
It has been awhile since I have been to this house in Kalaram, I was expecting to see many faces around this home, considering the fact that I saw a fair amount inhabiting in it not long ago, perhaps they have all died off to the superior gifts that are roaming the streets? Not sure, however one thing for sure, this house does not feel right for me, probably someone watching my every movement.
Perhaps I have came at a wrong terrible time and everyone is resting for the night, I am not sure but if this island is empty and I am the only one left, my experiments I have in mind will be going in vain, curses. .
I cannot stay here long, neither can I stay anywhere. .The feelings of being watched have gone far from worse, I will need to find my own 'home' where I can conduct my experiments and tests without having this. .feeling. .of being watched. .
Four minutes past, his thoughts repeating the same words..Finally he pushes himself up from the chair and dusts himself off, his robes where still soaked but it made him feel clean and organized when he dusts himself off. .The man begins to walk towards the door, his hand reaches the door knob before stopping, another thought running through his mind.
Where can I find a home where I can do everything, something no one will ever look. .Where?? How will they find me if I get caught? No matter. .I've heard news on the Kelemvorites, or Kelemvorite, they're no threat to us, for now. .
The man grabs the door knob and gives it a twist and opens it up, walking outside into the city streets, he eyes the bloody cobblestones outside the house, as well as every body from the unlucky and the ones that where killed by survivors..It made him grin under his hood. .His metal greaves making a fair amount of noise to attract a few zombies, however this is not a problem for this man, when he notices the zombies shuffling towards him, wanting another meal, he begins to chant a spell on himself, he'd close his eyes for a moment when he finishes casting the spell, then opens it up, the zombie stopped shuffling to him because in the zombies eyes, he was gone, he vanished. .He quickly left the city of Kalaram and enters druid territory, [glow=green,2,300]Ringwood.[/glow]
Crunch, crunch, crack. .Every time he walks on the leaves it makes that noise, sometimes hearing a snap or two from stepping on a twig, he heads southeast a quick journey to Mount Fealoth, entering the Kelemvorites lands, he walks up the hill. Now every single time he walks he hears crunching sound. .Once he reaches the top he stares at the gate..Then shakes his head and moves to the edge, watching what goes on from his view, letting the wind blow his cloak and robes to his right, which was the way into the village of course. .He stared down at ringwood, watching the zombies that look like ants in his view roam about. .He smiled with pleasure. He let out a breath, which was visible, he watched his breath soon disappear into the air. .
Sad, such a nice place with a nice view is being occupied by imbeciles that think the animation of what used to be living is horrid and wrong. .Shame on them, they do not know they're ruining the chance of what can be a great, great opportunity for this island.
The man thought to himself, he looked at the closed gate again and sighs, walking back down to the base of Fealoth, walking into the entry of Luca. .While walking through the mine that leads to the Southern Foot of Fealoth, he kept looking left and right, paranoid that someone, somewhere is still watching him. .It made him speed up his normal walking and swiftly walk into the gates of Luca. .There he would begin to search the whole area for something he can deem worthy for his house. .He walked into the residence district of Luca and shook his head eyeing the houses, none pleased him because of their size, to small, to big..It seem's he can't find anything that's just right. .Though he did stop by the Shadowfist mansion, however, he didn't enter. .He watched the mansion with his brown eyes, with a calm look concealed by his hood. .
The last place I haven't checked was the docks, I might as well check it, I doubt I will find what I wan't.
That thought ran through his mind when he was staring at the mansion, then he turned, noticing that his invisiblity spell has worn off and that the zombies of Luca can see him, and are now shuffling towards him. .He took a few steps back before casting a spell and pointing his finger towards the ground, smoke poofs out of no-where and there arises a skeleton wielding a mighty looking greatsword, it looked bloodthirsty and unforgiving.
[glow=red,2,300] "Take care of these gifts and give me time to cast my spell again"[/glow]
When he speaks he points a finger towards one of the zombies and the skeleton lunges towards the zombie, holding them off while giving this man enough time to cast a invisibility spell. .Once he casts it he clicks his finger, the skeleton falls to pieces, and when it does, the man quickly walks towards the docks. .He was in search for a medium home, a basement, a main floor, and a second floor. .That's it. .He searched the area for a few moments, but he quickly found what he has been desiring for, a home he can deem worth to be his. .This was once Colan's house, The House of Insanity, however he didn't know Colan was dead or that he ever existed, all he cares though is the house, he blasted the lock open and walked inside, he nodded in approval.
Perfect, I shall make minor changes and fix up what I can, but this size is perfect.
Thus this man would begin to wander in and out of houses, fancying the home up and getting some odd unusual furniture.
(I would like a copy of Colan's house of insanity so I can make edits to it, it you would so please give it to me , this house is for Johnson)
It has been awhile since I have been to this house in Kalaram, I was expecting to see many faces around this home, considering the fact that I saw a fair amount inhabiting in it not long ago, perhaps they have all died off to the superior gifts that are roaming the streets? Not sure, however one thing for sure, this house does not feel right for me, probably someone watching my every movement.
Perhaps I have came at a wrong terrible time and everyone is resting for the night, I am not sure but if this island is empty and I am the only one left, my experiments I have in mind will be going in vain, curses. .
I cannot stay here long, neither can I stay anywhere. .The feelings of being watched have gone far from worse, I will need to find my own 'home' where I can conduct my experiments and tests without having this. .feeling. .of being watched. .
Four minutes past, his thoughts repeating the same words..Finally he pushes himself up from the chair and dusts himself off, his robes where still soaked but it made him feel clean and organized when he dusts himself off. .The man begins to walk towards the door, his hand reaches the door knob before stopping, another thought running through his mind.
Where can I find a home where I can do everything, something no one will ever look. .Where?? How will they find me if I get caught? No matter. .I've heard news on the Kelemvorites, or Kelemvorite, they're no threat to us, for now. .
The man grabs the door knob and gives it a twist and opens it up, walking outside into the city streets, he eyes the bloody cobblestones outside the house, as well as every body from the unlucky and the ones that where killed by survivors..It made him grin under his hood. .His metal greaves making a fair amount of noise to attract a few zombies, however this is not a problem for this man, when he notices the zombies shuffling towards him, wanting another meal, he begins to chant a spell on himself, he'd close his eyes for a moment when he finishes casting the spell, then opens it up, the zombie stopped shuffling to him because in the zombies eyes, he was gone, he vanished. .He quickly left the city of Kalaram and enters druid territory, [glow=green,2,300]Ringwood.[/glow]
Crunch, crunch, crack. .Every time he walks on the leaves it makes that noise, sometimes hearing a snap or two from stepping on a twig, he heads southeast a quick journey to Mount Fealoth, entering the Kelemvorites lands, he walks up the hill. Now every single time he walks he hears crunching sound. .Once he reaches the top he stares at the gate..Then shakes his head and moves to the edge, watching what goes on from his view, letting the wind blow his cloak and robes to his right, which was the way into the village of course. .He stared down at ringwood, watching the zombies that look like ants in his view roam about. .He smiled with pleasure. He let out a breath, which was visible, he watched his breath soon disappear into the air. .
Sad, such a nice place with a nice view is being occupied by imbeciles that think the animation of what used to be living is horrid and wrong. .Shame on them, they do not know they're ruining the chance of what can be a great, great opportunity for this island.
The man thought to himself, he looked at the closed gate again and sighs, walking back down to the base of Fealoth, walking into the entry of Luca. .While walking through the mine that leads to the Southern Foot of Fealoth, he kept looking left and right, paranoid that someone, somewhere is still watching him. .It made him speed up his normal walking and swiftly walk into the gates of Luca. .There he would begin to search the whole area for something he can deem worthy for his house. .He walked into the residence district of Luca and shook his head eyeing the houses, none pleased him because of their size, to small, to big..It seem's he can't find anything that's just right. .Though he did stop by the Shadowfist mansion, however, he didn't enter. .He watched the mansion with his brown eyes, with a calm look concealed by his hood. .
The last place I haven't checked was the docks, I might as well check it, I doubt I will find what I wan't.
That thought ran through his mind when he was staring at the mansion, then he turned, noticing that his invisiblity spell has worn off and that the zombies of Luca can see him, and are now shuffling towards him. .He took a few steps back before casting a spell and pointing his finger towards the ground, smoke poofs out of no-where and there arises a skeleton wielding a mighty looking greatsword, it looked bloodthirsty and unforgiving.
[glow=red,2,300] "Take care of these gifts and give me time to cast my spell again"[/glow]
When he speaks he points a finger towards one of the zombies and the skeleton lunges towards the zombie, holding them off while giving this man enough time to cast a invisibility spell. .Once he casts it he clicks his finger, the skeleton falls to pieces, and when it does, the man quickly walks towards the docks. .He was in search for a medium home, a basement, a main floor, and a second floor. .That's it. .He searched the area for a few moments, but he quickly found what he has been desiring for, a home he can deem worth to be his. .This was once Colan's house, The House of Insanity, however he didn't know Colan was dead or that he ever existed, all he cares though is the house, he blasted the lock open and walked inside, he nodded in approval.
Perfect, I shall make minor changes and fix up what I can, but this size is perfect.
Thus this man would begin to wander in and out of houses, fancying the home up and getting some odd unusual furniture.
(I would like a copy of Colan's house of insanity so I can make edits to it, it you would so please give it to me , this house is for Johnson)