forum Ig I could start a random RP for those of us who've lost important RP characters

Started November 06, 2021 by Deleted user

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Wee!

Lmao!

WEEEE!

Anyways, I'll keep throwing people at De Tearion until I find someone he likes.

Actually, fuck it. I'll enter this place as myself.

Sam: Hey, De Tearion.

Lmao! Alright.

De Tearion: Returns from his hunt, eyes narrow at Sam. Greetings. You have me at a disadvantage it seems, for I know not your name.

Sam: Looks at De Tearions form, then snorts It matters not what my name is, only that I exist. Names hold no power when you know yourself.

De Tearion: Raises an eyebrow, then snorts and rolls his eyes. ‘Tis polite to introduce yourself. Yet, it seems such things as honor and proper formality diminish with each year. Has a sour expression.

Sam: Sighs Then, in this diluted, tasteless tongue, you shall know me as Sam. I do not like Common. It is such a barbaric language. Slips into Celestial This is better.

De Tearion: Snorts. You have met not the Barbarians from my home, I see. He then pauses and begins to make chirping and clicking noises. He repeats it multiple times until he’s speaking in rough Celestial. This is better. Reverts to Common. Intriguing.

Sam: Looks strangely at De Tearion, still speaking Celestial You… can imitate a language with no knowledge of it?

De Tearion: Stares at her a moment, chirping a couple times in thought, then nods. Aye. I am of a species of mimics. We are natural linguists.

Sam: Ah… that makes sense. Starts speaking Fae, except not a well known dialect: Dark Fae I imagine if you've never even heard of a language, you could learn it with ease?

De Tearion: Eyes narrow in concentration, and he mimics what Sam said in Dark Fae. He reverts to Common again. Somewhat ease. ‘Tis deciphering the words that can be tricky.

Sam: Stunned, then grins and starts speaking Primordial, her native language But, how well do you do with languages like Primordial?

De Tearion: If I hear it, I can mimic it. Concentrates a moment, then roughly mimics Primordial. That one be tricky, and indeed ancient. Intrigued gleam in his eyes.

Sam: Delighted Well, my fine friend, I am pleased to count you among the ranks of the Fae.

De Tearion: Raises an eyebrow. Fae? I know not what a Fae, or even Dark Fae, be. Yet, I am Goliathan, a species of Forestfolk.

Sam: Grins That's the trick… you wouldn't know what the Dark Fae of the Mist Courts are. I am merely accepting you into Clan Argentum. The family of my good king, King Argentum Silver Blood.

De Tearion: Chirps. I still know nothing of Fae. I also doubt your king would appreciate me. I was a warlord once, and I am King Consort of a human kingdom. I serve no one. His eyes become a warning glare, telling Sam to tread carefully with this particular subject.

Sam: Ah… the Fae are magical beings that resided originally in two courts: the Seelie court and the Unseelie court. I'll not explain what the roles of each are, because we'd be here for yet another 20 years before I finished. Quite a bit before I was born, the two courts were Ripped Asunder. These two halves melded and formed the Mist Realms, a world filled with yet stranger Fae than any have known. Mine king is a prime example. He never forces his family to serve him. You, I am proud to say, have been accepted into the Clan of mine family, and as such, you are to be given the treatment of true Fae royalty. Mine king is understanding of his families problems, and I am in a similar such situation myself. He will accept you, truly.

De Tearion: Scrutinizes Sam for a moment. And what of traditions? Be there any I must follow? His glare seems to sharpen breifly as he says ‘traditions’. And what of my cohort and family?

Sam: Your cohort and family will be accepted into the clan, should they wish to be. Traditions are a matter for a later date, De Tearion. For now, you need to know this: the Fae are easy to offend. Be careful with your words.

De Tearion: Chirps. That may fare well not. I tend to speak harsh words, though I care little for insulting others.

Sam: Then you might find it best to stay silent unless it's absolutely necessary to speak.

De Tearion: Snorts. A tactic I have used most of my life. Though, I acknowledge that my use of it has waned recently. My dearest Mileena has shown me a path to peace, though I only begin to walk it.

Sam: Smiles at the snort I know you're a good person, though, so I will explain the situation to my kin.

De Tearion: A strange melancholy enters his eyes. The concept of good and evil be vague to me, yet I doubt I would be considered good. More… a prisoner eternally locked in his own cage of hatred, malice, and agony. He grabs his amulet, gently fiddling with the pendant.