- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
"As you like," Amaris replied, somewhat blandly. She had absolutely no problems with the idea of Ansell helping, but she wasn't the kind of person who would argue another's decisions, especially if it didn't really have much impact on her. Either way, she'd be fine, and the monsters would end up dead. For that reason, there was no reason for her to waste time or energy disagreeing with the young man.
Their conversation petered off at that point, Amaris' statement giving little for Ansell to respond to, and the silence of the night seemed to press in on them, interrupted only by the occasional growls of the storm that circled over their heads. Amaris moved quickly to the edge of the city, away from the river, one eye occasionally glancing up towards the heavens to make sure the boy wasn't about to completely lose his grip on the storm and cause rampant mayhem. Other than that, though, she unconsciously counted her footsteps, imagining the edge of the town growing closer and closer.
The people of Ilsworth had cleared a ring around their town, and it was easy to see why. The forest was not appealing. Branches hung low, trunks grew close together, and even if it wasn't for night and there wasn't a storm overhead Amaris had no doubt the forest would still look as though it was consumed by shadow. In some respects, Amaris was amazed at the chutzpah of the people who had originally decided to build a town here. Nothing about this valley favored habitation, and there were many out there who wouldn't be lured into living in an area that looked so plagued by evil spirits, no matter the money they might earn.
Despite her acknowledgement of the potential dangers of the forest, Amaris didn't so much as break step as she strode out of the city, crossed over the narrow band of yellow grass, and broke into the trees. She wouldn't have even slowed, if it wasn't for the fact that she suddenly had to keep a careful eye on where she was placing her feet, to avoid tripping herself up over roots or shrubs.
One hand slipped into her pocket, closing on one of the blood tokens that lingered there. When she pulled her hand back out, light spilled through the forest, deepening the shadows on the other side of the trees. The light was warm in color, a hot orange that was only a few shades shy of red, and if it wasn't for the fact that the flesh of her hand was protecting the source of light, looking straight at it would have undoubtedly been blinding. She kept walking.
Amaris didn't pause until she found a gap in the mass of trees, and the branches finally spread far enough apart to allow them to see the sky. Chain lightning darted through the clouds, almost as though excited to see Ansell again. Amaris' eyes drifted towards the young man.
Their conversation petered off at that point, Amaris' statement giving little for Ansell to respond to, and the silence of the night seemed to press in on them, interrupted only by the occasional growls of the storm that circled over their heads. Amaris moved quickly to the edge of the city, away from the river, one eye occasionally glancing up towards the heavens to make sure the boy wasn't about to completely lose his grip on the storm and cause rampant mayhem. Other than that, though, she unconsciously counted her footsteps, imagining the edge of the town growing closer and closer.
The people of Ilsworth had cleared a ring around their town, and it was easy to see why. The forest was not appealing. Branches hung low, trunks grew close together, and even if it wasn't for night and there wasn't a storm overhead Amaris had no doubt the forest would still look as though it was consumed by shadow. In some respects, Amaris was amazed at the chutzpah of the people who had originally decided to build a town here. Nothing about this valley favored habitation, and there were many out there who wouldn't be lured into living in an area that looked so plagued by evil spirits, no matter the money they might earn.
Despite her acknowledgement of the potential dangers of the forest, Amaris didn't so much as break step as she strode out of the city, crossed over the narrow band of yellow grass, and broke into the trees. She wouldn't have even slowed, if it wasn't for the fact that she suddenly had to keep a careful eye on where she was placing her feet, to avoid tripping herself up over roots or shrubs.
One hand slipped into her pocket, closing on one of the blood tokens that lingered there. When she pulled her hand back out, light spilled through the forest, deepening the shadows on the other side of the trees. The light was warm in color, a hot orange that was only a few shades shy of red, and if it wasn't for the fact that the flesh of her hand was protecting the source of light, looking straight at it would have undoubtedly been blinding. She kept walking.
Amaris didn't pause until she found a gap in the mass of trees, and the branches finally spread far enough apart to allow them to see the sky. Chain lightning darted through the clouds, almost as though excited to see Ansell again. Amaris' eyes drifted towards the young man.