- Invitation Status
- 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.
At almost precisely the turn of the hour, the air in front of the gate to the Royal Military Academy began to distort. For a second the air seemed to waver, before it suddenly ripped open into a silver-rimmed portal.
The portal only remained open for a few seconds, just long enough for a tall, dark haired young man to step through the misty portal, turn, and snap out a sharp hand-to-chest salute to the other side of the rift. As though in response, the portal quickly began to shrink, until a moment later nothing but air remained.
Kerwyn turned around to study the intricate gate, a faint frown passing across his lips before he stifled the expression into a professional neutrality. He'd arrived at the gate to wait for the arrival of Princess Adena, the precious daughter of his king and liege. The fact that he'd been pulled off the battlefield to become little more than a glorified babysitter didn't sit well with the dark-haired young man, but he had been ordered away from the fight, and he went where commanded.
Kerwyn leaned up against the wall, crossing his legs casually in front of him as he waited for Adena's arrival. However, by the time the princess' transportation arrived he'd corrected the sloppy posture, standing at attention, right fist pressed to left breast in a formal military salute. He bowed slightly as the princess appeared in front of him.
"Princess Adena," he greeted respectfully. “It’s an honor to be at your service.”
He almost managed to suppress the dryness in his tone, which hinted at the fact that the words were mere lip service, and there was somewhere else he'd rather be.
The portal only remained open for a few seconds, just long enough for a tall, dark haired young man to step through the misty portal, turn, and snap out a sharp hand-to-chest salute to the other side of the rift. As though in response, the portal quickly began to shrink, until a moment later nothing but air remained.
Kerwyn turned around to study the intricate gate, a faint frown passing across his lips before he stifled the expression into a professional neutrality. He'd arrived at the gate to wait for the arrival of Princess Adena, the precious daughter of his king and liege. The fact that he'd been pulled off the battlefield to become little more than a glorified babysitter didn't sit well with the dark-haired young man, but he had been ordered away from the fight, and he went where commanded.
Kerwyn leaned up against the wall, crossing his legs casually in front of him as he waited for Adena's arrival. However, by the time the princess' transportation arrived he'd corrected the sloppy posture, standing at attention, right fist pressed to left breast in a formal military salute. He bowed slightly as the princess appeared in front of him.
"Princess Adena," he greeted respectfully. “It’s an honor to be at your service.”
He almost managed to suppress the dryness in his tone, which hinted at the fact that the words were mere lip service, and there was somewhere else he'd rather be.