Ok, I'm not going to describe the world in this thread seeing as I've not yet seen much of it first hand... yet... What I will post here, however, is little things that I have wrote - nothing important at all, although some day I'd like to write a book... Don't know what about yet, but I'd like to. Enough about that though... I want to know what you think of these little snippets I've wrote. Here goes!
This one is from the external forums of Vaperida I go on. The thread is like a role play - player can go there for "a drink"...
The door is thrown open, and I step into the cool, dry tavern. My cloak relaxes as the lack of outdoor breeze fails to lift it. Instead, it gently flutters around me as I make my way up to the bar. Sitting down, I breathe a sigh of relief that I had made it past my last battle with only a few deep wounds and large bruises. I carefully lift up my armour to reveal a deep tear in my once so lovely flesh. Wincing, I concentrate hard on the skin repairing. Opening my eyes after a small moment, I see that I have been fixed.
I call over to the barkeep, who was having a little chat with another punter down the counter. He comes over, greeting me with a smile and asks:
"Let me guess: Courvoisier and coke?"
Smiling, I reply: "Better make it a double... I think I'm going to need it..."
"As always!" He laughs, getting my order.
I spin around on my chair and make my way over to the jukebox, and flip through the few songs I could play. Shaking my head and wondering why the barkeep hadn't updated the songs, I flip a coin in and pick my choice. Returning to my seat, the barkeep says:
"It’s been a while since that’s been played..."
Smiling, I get up and make my way over to a dark corner... I wasn't in the mood for a conversation - not tonight. I wanted to relax, and hear the song play... So that I may have peace, and wash away yet another sin...
Finishing my drink, I close my eyes and lean back on my chair, breathing softly. I think about the past few weeks...
It all seems a blur... Me transforming into my lycan form, running amongst my enemies, digging my teeth into their necks... Having my feast before moving onto my next victim. When I'd run of energy being a lycan, I'd transform back to 'human' form, swinging my twin blades in circles around me...
I am awoken suddenly by the barkeep, tapping me on my shoulder...*
"Entity, I think you were dreaming... don't you think it's time you went home to rest?"
Nodding, I adjust my eyes to the light - it must be morning. Great I think. Time to make my way home... in the sun light. Stepping out the pub, I lift my cloak up over my head. The door closes behind me... A moment later, a howl could be heard, which startles the few people still in the bar...
Whatcha think?
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