- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- I like most. However, I have found I am most comfortable with Fantasy, Sci-fi, Fandom, and Modern.
"Where in the bare dwarf ass did this come from?"
In the blink of an eye, rain and darkness had taken over his line of vision. He looked upon the sight as if it had been caught snooping. It worried him. Sudden darkness and precipitation was not a good sign. Perhaps, this was not an church-funded fool's errand. Nothing about this was natural. Whether he wanted to or not, Julius needed some answers. Whispering quietly, he lit up a rather large lantern. It was the size of a bucket and was crafted from mahogany. The light was more than enough for him to see around the immediate area. Soaked, he repeatedly squished his staff into some newly-formed mud. It was time to actually get somewhere.
Rain beat down creating a constant drum roll. Julius angled his head down just enough to keep the rain blinding him. He tried his best to listen but the sound of dropping water was a worthy opponent. There was a faint sound that he caught. It sounded like...fighting. Yes. Screams and weapon usage sounded from the north. Julius had to find out what was going on. He began to move with a bit of emergency. Moving past some trees, his mind made one was last whisper to the blackened sky.
"God, you are my leader and I am your follower."
The sounds of skirmishing slipped closer and closer. His light barreled through the dark. Aid was coming, even if no one knew it yet.
"Grant me the power to vanquish all foes, and allow me to do so in your name."
It was reckless how Julius moved. If there was any foe, he wasn't going to notice them until his feet stopped.
"Amen."
Bursting past brush, he stepped into the clearing wear they lay. His lips pressed against each other. This was going to be interesting. It looked like they needed help. Julius was happy to oblige.
"My people! What has happ--Dark faes?"
Wide-eyed, he slipped off his non combative equipment. He was ready to fight. Dark magic was here, and Julius had found it. Good.
"I shall create a new arsehole in your forehead!" He cried
In the blink of an eye, rain and darkness had taken over his line of vision. He looked upon the sight as if it had been caught snooping. It worried him. Sudden darkness and precipitation was not a good sign. Perhaps, this was not an church-funded fool's errand. Nothing about this was natural. Whether he wanted to or not, Julius needed some answers. Whispering quietly, he lit up a rather large lantern. It was the size of a bucket and was crafted from mahogany. The light was more than enough for him to see around the immediate area. Soaked, he repeatedly squished his staff into some newly-formed mud. It was time to actually get somewhere.
Rain beat down creating a constant drum roll. Julius angled his head down just enough to keep the rain blinding him. He tried his best to listen but the sound of dropping water was a worthy opponent. There was a faint sound that he caught. It sounded like...fighting. Yes. Screams and weapon usage sounded from the north. Julius had to find out what was going on. He began to move with a bit of emergency. Moving past some trees, his mind made one was last whisper to the blackened sky.
"God, you are my leader and I am your follower."
The sounds of skirmishing slipped closer and closer. His light barreled through the dark. Aid was coming, even if no one knew it yet.
"Grant me the power to vanquish all foes, and allow me to do so in your name."
It was reckless how Julius moved. If there was any foe, he wasn't going to notice them until his feet stopped.
"Amen."
Bursting past brush, he stepped into the clearing wear they lay. His lips pressed against each other. This was going to be interesting. It looked like they needed help. Julius was happy to oblige.
"My people! What has happ--Dark faes?"
Wide-eyed, he slipped off his non combative equipment. He was ready to fight. Dark magic was here, and Julius had found it. Good.
"I shall create a new arsehole in your forehead!" He cried