Green Dragon Inn.

"Help!... Help!!" Mordacai limped back to camp a great while later when he got to the edge of the camp he collapsed and fell unconcious he rolled over after that revealing a gaping hole in his chest yet he was still alive.

The wolf heard a cry coming from the distance. It sounded like something was hurt, and she didnt want to pass up the oprotunity to put it out of its misery. She ran towards the sound. As she got closer she picked up the scent of blood. as she ran into a clearing she spoted mordaci. She remembered him from earlier. He had been kind to her. The wolf let out a sigh, and trotted over to his side, She sniffed at the wound, then sat down.

~may I join?~

name: Dare
age: 16
race: unknown
nickname: none
powers: telepathic, telekentic, teleportation, otherwise unknown
appearence: she wears complete black she wears a cloak with a hood to hide her face
background: unknown

*Dare silently makes her way though the night and knocks on the Green Dragon Inn's door*

*After he left she turned back around, shrugged and walked out of the GD, sitting against a tree nearby*

*walks back into the camp, and see's the wolf*

U! GET AWAY FROM HIM!

i am so sorry my pc had to be restore the system and that took about 3-4 day and yesterday i got the intrnet to work.i have been meap testing so it wold help for a recap

*Reads a tale by the tree*

She quickly stands up and stares at the person shouting at her. She snarls, showing off her razor sharp teeth

i'm just gonna place my self. eve see the wolf."hey don't yell at her"

~what the hell!? There's a dying Elf with a hole through him and you don't want a guy to yell at a wolf!? be realistic!~
Mordacai awoke for a split second "AHH, NO, YOU CAN't let him-..."

She ignored ignored the person and lay down down beside mordaci protectivly. She whined and started to lick the blood away from the wound.

Originally posted by Beast_Within
*notices, and frowns*

fine, but i can make more then a peble change into a drop of water. i can make water rise from the sands on any desert, no matter how hot and dry it is...and u dont like my magic, fine

~You are such a plageriser 😠 Cant you get any ideas of your own 😠 God you are so bad~

*walks by the inn and sees someone knoking*

"Hello. who are you?"
*shyly*

~HAHAHAHAHAHAAH~

Originally posted by Lord Follen
~You are such a plageriser 😠 Cant you get any ideas of your own 😠 God you are so bad~

*walks by the inn and sees someone knoking*

"Hello. who are you?"
*shyly*

~Well its true And that was coming from another writer if you want i could send you a copy of what im writing~

i knoiw.....what writer?paolini?

~No im a writer but not a prfesional one!!!~ 😄

Ill post what im working on now

The Beginning of Early Past
Prologue

T
he majority of humanity is shrouded in darkness. The monarch of the non-existent kingdom is a greedy and vindictive entrepreneur, Lord Bovanich. This malicious being tariffs the hell of his “own” court, demanding every scrap of money the peasants have to endure their sorrowful and pitiful lives. And forces all near and far under his power. He sends a large accumulation of soldiers to do his dirty work and to humiliate his people n their own homes. He throws people on the street and forces them to beg for their tariff money. He goes to towns and plays games with their lives, forcing them to gamble for money for their tariffs. People who don’t pay end up handing in the orchard of the dead and lifeless trees, which are decorated in decomposing deathly figures.
There are only small areas that he controls that are secluded from the world one particular village in a mountain range is going to be having a special celebration for the coming-of-age of the children. If Lord Bovanich found out what was going on he would destroy the place with the snap of his fingers. But soon he shall realize that their may be a chance to find money in that area.

Soon he shall send his militia.

....wow

~This is still not done noe enogh detail!!!!~