Curris Wrote:Your name is Aelora
Kíeros Wrote:> Airis.
Lonewolfeslayer Wrote:Aeola, The Great Mimic Mage.
The Froggy Ninja Wrote:Aurora the Mimicker
Raf0096 Wrote:>Auriel
"Hmm..."
Beastnix Wrote:>Clipped wings, as in you really shouldn't have come here and now you are in trouble
The winged woman starts walking again as she thinks. "Ael..hm..'ris..Au..Aur...Aul?
"..Aureol..Aurier..Auloiri..Auleoria?
"Auleiris? Auliuleoriumrisarisnorioreire...Ah! Auleoris! That sounds--whoa!" She trips over something on the ground and hops backwards, nearly falling over again.
"What th..is that a..?" After regaining her balance, 'Auleoris' examines what she just tripped over, and finds it to be a skeletal hand making its way up out of the ground. A quick look around finds several other mostly-buried bones in motion. "Okay, yeah..dead trees, dead grass. Dead people is fine; undead--not so much."
One of the skeletons gets its torso out. "Well, I still can't really fight." She turns around while the sound of bones clacking against each other starts to build. "Aaand these trees are probably way too close together for my wingspan."
Without further prompting, the winged woman flies straight into a run back the direction she came from. More of the skeletons show up, now completely out of the ground, and she has to maneuver around increasingly large crowds of them as she goes. "S*** s*** s*** s***--"
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"S** s*** what the f*** what the h*** is going on s*** s***--"
"Sir, if you would please calm down--"
In the early midmorning, in the middle of moderately dense woods and not in sight of any path to speak of, two young men are standing and having two different conversations in front of one another.
"--oh g** oh f*** what the h*** I've been abducted by aliens what the f***--"
"--I could probably explain better what's going on--"
Both are wearing plain tan tunics. One of them is visibly panicking. He has very dark blue, shoulder-length straight hair, and somewhat of a slim build. His eyes are yellow and catlike; his ears are fuzzy with fur the same color as his hair, also catlike, and he has a similarly catlike, if overly long and thick, tail of that same color.
"--F*** f*** s*** S*** f***--"
"--If you would just stop shouting about solid excrement and planting for a moment--"
The other looks rather like an elf--pointed ears and all. His eyes have a red color to them, and his skin is green--admittedly unusual for an elf, but it seems inappropriate to term him an orc as his build is rather more elf-like, and the green involved is more of a bright green. His hair, which appears short but generally unkempt, is actually a darker green than his skin.
"--What the f*** oh g** oh s***--"
SMACK
The green elf gives up on being reasonable and gives the other guy a solid slap in the face, earning a few seconds of silence. He spends them speaking. "Look, I shall find you again and explain as much as I can when you are able to hold a normal conversation. Okay?" The cat-guy doesn't say anything, still gawking in some combination of confusion and shock. "..Okay."
The green-skinned one walks away into the trees. Thirty or so seconds pass. Then a screen appears in front of the remaining humanoid with a message on it:
Advice: How to Play the Game!
1. Pick a class! You're going to need to defend yourself.
2. Metagame! Just because your character doesn't know doesn't mean he can't make a lucky guess.
3. Beware the Gray Queen.
And after this last admonition is a symbol, in blue on the dark shade of the screen's back:
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