Post by Kriven on May 11, 2008 18:04:37 GMT -8
Name: I'm pretty sure it's Kriven 
Level: Trainee apparently
Level desired: Masters please
Roleplay Experience: Tales RPG (and it's various chapters,) Fusion Gate (Which is unfortunatly deleted, I displayed some of my finest roleplaying there,) Jaharaah (Shortly lived experience, it seems my RP posts here have been removed,) Tales Institute for the Hyperactive, The War of Lyara (woofies! THIS needs to come back! *nudge Ari! I nudge!*)
Roleplay-hosting Experience: Hosting? Uh, well I started the Tales Institute RP mentioned above. Here's the link again. I also started the Stadium of Pain.
Response to a prompt:
Not far from where the lonely soldier drank his beer was another soldier of the dwarven race. This soldier, however, was younger. He smiled and laughed, joked and swallowed mouthfuls of beverage. He had submerged himself amongst a merry band of friends, all being as obnoxious as he. Of course they didn't recognize it as such, everyone in the cavern was having a grand time. They soon spotted Naktus on his own, and in their drunken irrationality decided to poke fun at his solitude.
One of the group, the ring leader earlier described, grabbed a small pebble and flung it through the air. The rock impacted Naktus. Naktus shrugged it off with a small mumble. Another pebble ignited the flame of anger within the old dwarf and he turned to face the assaultant.
"You there! You're name is Talok isn't it?" Naktus asked of the dwarf whom had thrown the pebbles at him.
"It is. How do you know of my name, old warted one?" Talok asked in a tone of mock politeness.
"Your father is a soldier as well. We have served together many times. He tells me you are training to be a soldier as well."
"I am." Talok answered, and drew a sword of silver from it's sheath at his hip.
"To become a soldier in this military, you must either slay an existing soldier or bring us the skin of a powerful monster. By which mean do you intend on aquiring status within our army?" the old dwarf asked before taking another sip of his malt beer.
"It would seem the easiest of methods stands before me. I will slay you and take your place!" Talok declared, pointing his blade toward Naktus.
With no hesitation, and a violent smile upon his face, Talok rushed his sword into the shoulder of Naktus. It happened quickly and Talok's smile grew wider as the blood trickled from the wound. His smile faded, however, as Naktus did not fall, he did not falter, he took another sip of his malt beer then discarded the stone mug from which he drank.
"You horribly misjudged." Naktus said, placing a hand on Talok's shoulder, "I have slain thousands of beasts and effortlessly toppled castles. I knew their weaknesses, and I knew you. The key to being a fine soldier is not reliant on strength alone, but you must also have knowledge."
With those words he shoved Talok to the ground and removed the silver blade from his shoulder. Without another word he plunged the sword into the ground beside the downed dwarven juvenile, and walked off in the other direction. Talok stared on as Naktus disappeared amongst the still dancing and drunken crowd.
Level: Trainee apparently
Level desired: Masters please
Roleplay Experience: Tales RPG (and it's various chapters,) Fusion Gate (Which is unfortunatly deleted, I displayed some of my finest roleplaying there,) Jaharaah (Shortly lived experience, it seems my RP posts here have been removed,) Tales Institute for the Hyperactive, The War of Lyara (woofies! THIS needs to come back! *nudge Ari! I nudge!*)
Roleplay-hosting Experience: Hosting? Uh, well I started the Tales Institute RP mentioned above. Here's the link again. I also started the Stadium of Pain.
Response to a prompt:
Not far from where the lonely soldier drank his beer was another soldier of the dwarven race. This soldier, however, was younger. He smiled and laughed, joked and swallowed mouthfuls of beverage. He had submerged himself amongst a merry band of friends, all being as obnoxious as he. Of course they didn't recognize it as such, everyone in the cavern was having a grand time. They soon spotted Naktus on his own, and in their drunken irrationality decided to poke fun at his solitude.
One of the group, the ring leader earlier described, grabbed a small pebble and flung it through the air. The rock impacted Naktus. Naktus shrugged it off with a small mumble. Another pebble ignited the flame of anger within the old dwarf and he turned to face the assaultant.
"You there! You're name is Talok isn't it?" Naktus asked of the dwarf whom had thrown the pebbles at him.
"It is. How do you know of my name, old warted one?" Talok asked in a tone of mock politeness.
"Your father is a soldier as well. We have served together many times. He tells me you are training to be a soldier as well."
"I am." Talok answered, and drew a sword of silver from it's sheath at his hip.
"To become a soldier in this military, you must either slay an existing soldier or bring us the skin of a powerful monster. By which mean do you intend on aquiring status within our army?" the old dwarf asked before taking another sip of his malt beer.
"It would seem the easiest of methods stands before me. I will slay you and take your place!" Talok declared, pointing his blade toward Naktus.
With no hesitation, and a violent smile upon his face, Talok rushed his sword into the shoulder of Naktus. It happened quickly and Talok's smile grew wider as the blood trickled from the wound. His smile faded, however, as Naktus did not fall, he did not falter, he took another sip of his malt beer then discarded the stone mug from which he drank.
"You horribly misjudged." Naktus said, placing a hand on Talok's shoulder, "I have slain thousands of beasts and effortlessly toppled castles. I knew their weaknesses, and I knew you. The key to being a fine soldier is not reliant on strength alone, but you must also have knowledge."
With those words he shoved Talok to the ground and removed the silver blade from his shoulder. Without another word he plunged the sword into the ground beside the downed dwarven juvenile, and walked off in the other direction. Talok stared on as Naktus disappeared amongst the still dancing and drunken crowd.
Just remember to differentiate between the your/you're and its/it's. Other than that, quite good. ^-^
