- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 3PM CST - 9 PM CST
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Urban Fantasy, Horror
Hama & Mel
Mohamid Ibn'Sina was a meticulous man, with everything having its own place. His physician's bag was a carefully constructed palace of instruments — his scrolls were packaged by size, topic, and length — his clothes carefully folded so as not to end up horrifically wrinkled. When one could control the things in his possession, he has possession of the world, or so his illustrious and dangerous grandfather had said to him when he was just a boy.
Well… Hama's world was in desperate disarray. He couldn't find a damned thing.
"Where could it be?" Hama fretted as he stalked the grounds in search of his bag. He was originally going to check on Emry, but first he needed some instruments. Now, he was finding the bag had grown legs and walked away into the Egyptian desert. The only place he could think to go to find his bags was Tinka, assuming he had unloaded the ship and it's passengers' things.
"Are you looking for something, Physician?" Melania asked, carrying two bowls of soup with both hands before he could make it to Tinka. Her expression was bemused as Hama looked, for all the world, like a bewildered and angry hound trying to find some quarry he swore he had just seen a moment ago.
"I cannot find for the life of me my bags."
"I assume you mean a black doctor's bag and a rucksack full of scroll cases?" Melania asked.
"How did you know?"
"Because I watched Phineas take them," Mel stated with a secret smile.
With an angry mutter, Hama began to barge his way towards Phineas and his little merry band by the fire, ready to grill him about the location of his belongings.
"Excuse me! Would any of you have the faintest idea who has my bags?!"
In the meantime, while Mel would have adored watching the fireworks, she instead made her way towards Kaveh and Pan.
"I decided you two should probably begin watch with a full stomach. Unfed scouts tend to develop a blind eye to their stingy masters," Mel joked. "Don't worry - I taste tested it. No poison, Pan, unless you worry an over abundance of celery will kill you."
She did turn her eyes briefly to the tent where the other satyr was sleeping, her eyebrows furrowing momentarily in worry for their countrymen. Perhaps she should make a trip there next.
@Kuno @Red Thunder @Spekkun
Mohamid Ibn'Sina was a meticulous man, with everything having its own place. His physician's bag was a carefully constructed palace of instruments — his scrolls were packaged by size, topic, and length — his clothes carefully folded so as not to end up horrifically wrinkled. When one could control the things in his possession, he has possession of the world, or so his illustrious and dangerous grandfather had said to him when he was just a boy.
Well… Hama's world was in desperate disarray. He couldn't find a damned thing.
"Where could it be?" Hama fretted as he stalked the grounds in search of his bag. He was originally going to check on Emry, but first he needed some instruments. Now, he was finding the bag had grown legs and walked away into the Egyptian desert. The only place he could think to go to find his bags was Tinka, assuming he had unloaded the ship and it's passengers' things.
"Are you looking for something, Physician?" Melania asked, carrying two bowls of soup with both hands before he could make it to Tinka. Her expression was bemused as Hama looked, for all the world, like a bewildered and angry hound trying to find some quarry he swore he had just seen a moment ago.
"I cannot find for the life of me my bags."
"I assume you mean a black doctor's bag and a rucksack full of scroll cases?" Melania asked.
"How did you know?"
"Because I watched Phineas take them," Mel stated with a secret smile.
With an angry mutter, Hama began to barge his way towards Phineas and his little merry band by the fire, ready to grill him about the location of his belongings.
"Excuse me! Would any of you have the faintest idea who has my bags?!"
In the meantime, while Mel would have adored watching the fireworks, she instead made her way towards Kaveh and Pan.
"I decided you two should probably begin watch with a full stomach. Unfed scouts tend to develop a blind eye to their stingy masters," Mel joked. "Don't worry - I taste tested it. No poison, Pan, unless you worry an over abundance of celery will kill you."
She did turn her eyes briefly to the tent where the other satyr was sleeping, her eyebrows furrowing momentarily in worry for their countrymen. Perhaps she should make a trip there next.
@Kuno @Red Thunder @Spekkun