Welcome to Gaia! ::

Okay. Here's the deal.

I'm very very interested. I love roleplaying. The catch is that I have no clue how everything works. I've read every post and I'm still clueless. I have a good idea going for my character, but I haven't organized it into an appropriate description yet. Please. Do either of you have any advice?

Alright. Thanks. I'll start writing right away.

You and me both ^_^

Also, my apollogies about the really crappy descriptions about the world your in. It's just that I'm trying to balance how much info you need to know, with how much is excess that you'd try to absorb and then just get confused because of the sheer mass of info, along with how much your chars would know about the world.

Again, I'm sorry for the confusion. Please PM me if you've any specific question about the background of the world your in, or, at least as narrow a question you can make.

Oi! We need to start this soon!

Sorry it's taken so long folks. Life's been pretty much in the way of everything recently, so here's opening postage ^_^ I honestly don't really care what your chars are doing right now in the city. put them where you'd like. Culture here is basically the wild west meet arabian nights. as is architexture, the rich houses, and in particular, the theaters, can be incredibly ornate.

A lot had happened in the months since Ashura and Garison had fled from the battle field together. Or more accurately, it had felt that way, even though the sporadic episodes of violence and fear had been spaced weeks apart. The spaces in between were simply filled with tedious, tiresome, fear propelled flight.
The closest the pair had come to actual rest had been on the boat they’d hired to take them south, to Lookshy not that their rest had lasted for long. The hunt had been waiting for them with an agent on their boat, perhaps more than one, but in the chaos that had ensued, she’d had only recognized the sorcerer as another of the passengers. Between the three ships of soldiers, the sorcerer, and their extended journey on a half sunk vessel after forcing their captain to change course for Chiaroscuro, they were more than lucky to be alive. Apparently they were wanted alive, as it was the only reason their ship hadn’t simply had it’s hull ripped out, leaving the pair to drown in the waves of the inland sea.
Now, almost three months of non-stop traveling, the pair had stopped to rest in Yane. Ashura had paid the innkeeper, then fallen asleep for nearly two days, ate ravenously upon waking, moved through her martial drills in the confines of their… room, if one could call a place made of wood a room, and finally passed out from the exertion, falling back against the bed. The few times she’d woken since had been marked by more attempted practice, and more collapse from exhaustion. Running was not something she’d been preparing her life for and it was doing a number on her mental state, the stress finally manifesting itself.
She was so exhausted that she didn’t even hear the horns, or the cries of the beggars and poor through the evening streets. Jade wrought hunting horns were something she was used to blowing herself, not running from after all. Wrapped in her sheet, she smiled and curled more tightly around her pillow, dreaming a pleasantly for the first time in ages, the horns reassuring her that her prey was all the closer. Anathema were the only prey worth hunting after all.
But in the real world, they’d been found. The Hunt had come to Yane.

Garrison of Devious Hatred sat against the wall in his room just next door to his companion Ashura's. Over his shoulder was slung his scythe, he clung to it childishly and glared at the bed from the corner of his eye.

It was to much for her to ask him to sleep in this place, but he had to do it for her. He stood, spat on the wood in front of him, and walked slowly over to the bed. Using his scythe blade to turn down the covers, he lowered himself onto the deflated and worn mattress. the scythe was lain against the wall near the head of the bed. He sneered as he lowered his head onto the pillow, he tried to imagine the bed being made of something slightly more suitable; he had no hope for this working, which was a good thing in the end, because it didn't work.

A sound rang over the crowd roaring outside. His eyes shot open, his hand groped for his weapon, he sat bolt upright. He ran his tongue across his upper lip nervously, and then wrapped on the wall behind him.

((A whoping two dice...))


((Edit: I am so ******** lucky...))