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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
The physicians had kept Ethelwen under observation for a couple of days before they had released him. A quick inspection had been enough to show that he had not been injured, but they had still wanted to keep him under observation a little longer, and make sure that his mind was as hale as his body. Ethelwen had put up with the confinement with apparent good humor, but every time the door would open he would look around, the fur on his tail standing slightly on end. He was waiting for the moment when someone would come, because the truth about him had been exposed, and they would never accept it.
But no one had come, and Ethelwen was released back into the tunnels of Barvelle. It was then that he began to hear the rumors. Eirene had locked herself away in her tower, and wasn’t allowing anyone to draw close to her. Coul was planning to leave Barvelle, to go deal with the Kaustirian invasion of the Cheronese. Arktus and the other Sages were working on something secret, something that could protect Pegulis, something that no one knew about.
That explained it. Everyone was simply too busy to care about him. They would let him be, at least until things settled down. And then they would deal with him.
He could run, but where would he go? There would be no place that would accept him, and there was nowhere to which he could go back. It was Barvelle or nothing.
So Ethelwen buried himself in his work. He subjected himself to the depths of the sewers, where brave workers cleared out the last of the poison that had invaded their sewers and corrupted the food and water supply. He buried himself so deep in filth, dirt, and muck that he seemed to vanish. And every night he stayed up late, to the sound of a scratching quill.
Every day no one came to find him was a relief. It was a reprieve from what he knew had to come eventually. Every day they didn’t come was torment, because he knew it would only lead to another day of wondering, and of worrying.
Something would have to break eventually. It was just a matter of when and how and what.
But no one had come, and Ethelwen was released back into the tunnels of Barvelle. It was then that he began to hear the rumors. Eirene had locked herself away in her tower, and wasn’t allowing anyone to draw close to her. Coul was planning to leave Barvelle, to go deal with the Kaustirian invasion of the Cheronese. Arktus and the other Sages were working on something secret, something that could protect Pegulis, something that no one knew about.
That explained it. Everyone was simply too busy to care about him. They would let him be, at least until things settled down. And then they would deal with him.
He could run, but where would he go? There would be no place that would accept him, and there was nowhere to which he could go back. It was Barvelle or nothing.
So Ethelwen buried himself in his work. He subjected himself to the depths of the sewers, where brave workers cleared out the last of the poison that had invaded their sewers and corrupted the food and water supply. He buried himself so deep in filth, dirt, and muck that he seemed to vanish. And every night he stayed up late, to the sound of a scratching quill.
Every day no one came to find him was a relief. It was a reprieve from what he knew had to come eventually. Every day they didn’t come was torment, because he knew it would only lead to another day of wondering, and of worrying.
Something would have to break eventually. It was just a matter of when and how and what.