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Roleplay blog for Tiss, an Independent loz oc. Please check the rules page!

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breathofthepaya:

A twisting column of smoke enticed the girl, her head tipping with curiosity. How peculiar… Why would anyone camp directly between a village and a stable? Surely there had to be a reason…

Paya slipped on her sandals and grabbed a small oil lamp, making her way out of the building. The door groaned as she closed it, then the girl promptly began her brisk walk towards the source.

“Hello..?” Paya called out rather quietly. The lamp could only illuminate so much in the section of tall grass. Goddess, she hoped nothing would catch fire… “H-Hello? Are you alright out there?”

The voice had actually managed to surprise Tiss! He blinked once, and then twice, before finally getting a grip on himself and sitting upright, breaking the trance that the stars had wrought upon him. 

“State your name!” He called out, trying to sound more intimidating than he was. As he moved, some of his gear shifted slightly in his backpack. The sound of metal could have been mistaken for armor, if one wasn’t listening well enough. 

The voice had sounded harmless enough, but one could never be sure. 

“I’m fine, yes! Why wouldn’t I be?” 

There was a bit of an edge to the question. He spoke like someone who was not actually accustomed to having company all too often.

[breathofthepaya]

Despite his bitter tone, Paya kept hers warm but still worrisome. Her voice seemed to be closer to the other now as she trekked forward a little clumsily through the tall grass. “I j-just wanted to check up on you, it’s dangerous at night! Are you sure you’re a-”

And speaking of Demise, two stalkoblins ripped up the ground from underneath, wielding their boney clubs with a silent battlecry. Paya shrieked at the sight of their glowing yellow eyes, then stumbled away and promptly backwards into the mass of yellow-green brush.

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The sound of her shriek filled the night air, and Tiss was to his feet in a matter of moments.

"Oh for the love of--"

He finally stepped out from the makeshift alcove of brush that he'd set up camp within. He probably looked impressive for all of a few moments as he sized up the stalkoblins, before two facts became noted. One, was that his knees were shaking just a bit, as if the traveler somehow was NOT expecting this to happen, and Two was that he didn't actually seem to be...armed.

In his hands he held what looked like a dusty old mop.

It wasn't much, but, it was all he had at the moment. As long as he could crush the heads, he was sure it would be fine.

A moment was taken by Tiss to contemplate just why he was doing this. The stranger wasn't any of his business, of course, but the way he saw it was that after the monsters were finished with her they'd undoubtedly turn for him afterwards.

He swung the mop down hard with an arch, hoping to at least knock the first creature off it's feet.

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breathofthepaya:

A twisting column of smoke enticed the girl, her head tipping with curiosity. How peculiar… Why would anyone camp directly between a village and a stable? Surely there had to be a reason…

Paya slipped on her sandals and grabbed a small oil lamp, making her way out of the building. The door groaned as she closed it, then the girl promptly began her brisk walk towards the source.

“Hello..?” Paya called out rather quietly. The lamp could only illuminate so much in the section of tall grass. Goddess, she hoped nothing would catch fire… “H-Hello? Are you alright out there?”

The voice had actually managed to surprise Tiss! He blinked once, and then twice, before finally getting a grip on himself and sitting upright, breaking the trance that the stars had wrought upon him. 

“State your name!” He called out, trying to sound more intimidating than he was. As he moved, some of his gear shifted slightly in his backpack. The sound of metal could have been mistaken for armor, if one wasn’t listening well enough. 

The voice had sounded harmless enough, but one could never be sure. 

“I’m fine, yes! Why wouldn’t I be?” 

There was a bit of an edge to the question. He spoke like someone who was not actually accustomed to having company all too often.

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Starter

Stars shone overhead, twinkling with a certain intensity that lit up the sky with their glow. The moon was hanging low, and the warm red glow of the fire bathed everything in a series of flickering orange shadows.

Tiss was lounging in the grass, feeding the flames the odd log as he reclined. Nights like this where even the breeze seemed to stand still were the best. Crickets were the only interruption to the serene quiet as the flame lapped up its next branch, the wood crackling in protest as it did.

He wasn't expecting company, as he never really did, but it certainly wouldn't go unappreciated.

[lornascobie]

Wild Horses

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For Tiss, time seemed to bleed in on itself. The only indication of how long he’d been on his own was the steady change in the moon. By the time it glowed red again, he would pat his horse and declare that it’d been another month. There was always something triumphant in his voice, as if he found accomplishment in his solitude. Of course, he wasn’t always alone. There was always the odd traveler exploring these beaten down and dusty roads who would wave and offer him the opportunity to talk over a warm meal and fire. Tiss rarely took those kind few individuals up on their offers, unless it was for the exchange of supplies, or news.

Companionship wasn’t particularly desired, and unless they seemed interested in his wares he had little use for it. This night was no exception, aside from the difference of the weather. Opening up with a crack of thunder, the rain had fallen down in buckets, unmerving his horse and sending Tiss scrambling for cover, seeking shelter underneath under one of the many rocky crevices the Faron province had to offer. His horse gave a nervous whinny as he shushed it, hair plastered to his cheeks from the rain. His bag sat on the ground, where he’d spread some of his goods- mostly dried insects and potions- to make sure nothing had been damaged.

Over the crashing of the thunder, it had been almost impossible for him to hear footsteps.

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this blog is taking awhile to get started up, but I plan to go on a following spree soon! Now that the rules page is set up and all!)