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https://fixingstuff.net/ Sat, 04 Apr 2026 04:40:27 +0000 MyBB https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23191 Tue, 17 Mar 2026 01:25:28 +0000 Nori]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23191 .... current characters: Rosemary
.... how you found us: How did you find me?
.... your character's initial fight stats: Set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

It had become apparent that nothing would come of their... coupling. Nori was swinging rapidly between relief and sorrow, because she wasn't sure they were ready, but there was something in the back of her mind that wanted it so desperately. Still, without a solid foundation, any pups they might have had would've struggled to thrive, and she knew it was an unfair thing to want on her part.

Next year, her brain whispered traitorously, and wasn't that a funny thing? When was the last time Nori had planned for anything in the future? She had vague wants here and there, and this solid knowledge that she was committed to this place, these wolves, and one in particular, but she hadn't thought of it so specifically. Next year, when the pack had been formed for a while. Next year, when the dust had settled and no one was grieving. Next year, when she and Leo...

Her face warmed at the thought. They'd promised forever, sure, and talked about love, but... what was this? What label should they put on what they had? Or did Leo not want any labels at all?

Nori, however, struggled. What was she supposed to call him? How would she even go about that? She'd already declared her love, so she supposed the hardest part was out of the way, but...

There was really only one way to find out, wasn't there?

It was well into the night when she worked up the courage to approach him, and while she felt guilty for disturbing his sleep, this felt too important to wait. Nori leaned in to nose at his cheek, hoping to wake him up gently, so he didn't think anything was wrong.

"Leo?" she murmured, burning all over. "Can we talk?"

and finally a bit about your character.... She's trying her best]]> .... current characters: Rosemary
.... how you found us: How did you find me?
.... your character's initial fight stats: Set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

It had become apparent that nothing would come of their... coupling. Nori was swinging rapidly between relief and sorrow, because she wasn't sure they were ready, but there was something in the back of her mind that wanted it so desperately. Still, without a solid foundation, any pups they might have had would've struggled to thrive, and she knew it was an unfair thing to want on her part.

Next year, her brain whispered traitorously, and wasn't that a funny thing? When was the last time Nori had planned for anything in the future? She had vague wants here and there, and this solid knowledge that she was committed to this place, these wolves, and one in particular, but she hadn't thought of it so specifically. Next year, when the pack had been formed for a while. Next year, when the dust had settled and no one was grieving. Next year, when she and Leo...

Her face warmed at the thought. They'd promised forever, sure, and talked about love, but... what was this? What label should they put on what they had? Or did Leo not want any labels at all?

Nori, however, struggled. What was she supposed to call him? How would she even go about that? She'd already declared her love, so she supposed the hardest part was out of the way, but...

There was really only one way to find out, wasn't there?

It was well into the night when she worked up the courage to approach him, and while she felt guilty for disturbing his sleep, this felt too important to wait. Nori leaned in to nose at his cheek, hoping to wake him up gently, so he didn't think anything was wrong.

"Leo?" she murmured, burning all over. "Can we talk?"

and finally a bit about your character.... She's trying her best]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23190 Sun, 15 Mar 2026 00:48:28 +0000 Icarus]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23190 ooc name: PuppyThief
current characters: Leo & Axil
how you found us: Resident great dane
fight stats: Ghost (CON 0 DEX +1 STR -1)

Role play sample:
  Every once in a while, his wandering paws would lead him back along familiar trails. Almost without noticing, he would strike up a well-used path and find himself in the same surroundings where he had spent his youth. It was a welcome recurrence, and he would often rejoice as much in reexploring the old, well known places as discovering new ones. Laced with memories, everything from the towering Kingsfall where he was born, to the bubbling brooks of Cedarwood where he’d learned to fish, brought a nostalgic smile to his face.

  Today it was the mountains that drew the interest of the seasoned adventurer. He balanced with ease on the uneven and rocky surfaces, rivalling the curvy-horned sheep in both skill and confidence. He’d been climbing these very hillsides since before he turned yearling, and any changes that had happened since, he took in stride; with characteristic tenacity. The blonde wolf was quite the daredevil, an inclination which had let to more than a few scars, scattered throughout his off-white fur. But none of his stumbles ever cooled his unquenchable thirst for thrill, and even as he reveled in the joy of his nostalgia, he couldn’t resist the urge to also make a game of jumping cracks and skirting the very edges of deadly drops.

  As he traversed a particularly wide gap, goldenrod eyes spotted the shimmer of trickling water at the bottom, making his tail twitch in excitement. However the move put him out of balance, and he landed wrong, sliding backwards down the, surprisingly smooth, bolder, claws desperately digging for purchase. Perhaps this last risk had been one too many.

A bit about the character:
  Icarus has come to Relic Lore ahead of his guardian and mentor, to scout out the land and find out what has become of it since their departure.]]> ooc name: PuppyThief
current characters: Leo & Axil
how you found us: Resident great dane
fight stats: Ghost (CON 0 DEX +1 STR -1)

Role play sample:
  Every once in a while, his wandering paws would lead him back along familiar trails. Almost without noticing, he would strike up a well-used path and find himself in the same surroundings where he had spent his youth. It was a welcome recurrence, and he would often rejoice as much in reexploring the old, well known places as discovering new ones. Laced with memories, everything from the towering Kingsfall where he was born, to the bubbling brooks of Cedarwood where he’d learned to fish, brought a nostalgic smile to his face.

  Today it was the mountains that drew the interest of the seasoned adventurer. He balanced with ease on the uneven and rocky surfaces, rivalling the curvy-horned sheep in both skill and confidence. He’d been climbing these very hillsides since before he turned yearling, and any changes that had happened since, he took in stride; with characteristic tenacity. The blonde wolf was quite the daredevil, an inclination which had let to more than a few scars, scattered throughout his off-white fur. But none of his stumbles ever cooled his unquenchable thirst for thrill, and even as he reveled in the joy of his nostalgia, he couldn’t resist the urge to also make a game of jumping cracks and skirting the very edges of deadly drops.

  As he traversed a particularly wide gap, goldenrod eyes spotted the shimmer of trickling water at the bottom, making his tail twitch in excitement. However the move put him out of balance, and he landed wrong, sliding backwards down the, surprisingly smooth, bolder, claws desperately digging for purchase. Perhaps this last risk had been one too many.

A bit about the character:
  Icarus has come to Relic Lore ahead of his guardian and mentor, to scout out the land and find out what has become of it since their departure.]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23186 Mon, 27 Oct 2025 07:42:18 +0000 Somnes]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23186 https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23185 Thu, 09 Oct 2025 14:54:30 +0000 Olesia]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23185 .... ooc name: Rue
.... current characters: None
.... how you found us: Internet search
.... your character's initial fight stats: Power House
....a role play sample (200+ words):

For so long the dark wet bundle had been cramped and unable to move. Things got even worse when she felt herself moving and pressure being pressed against her. It felt lime that had lasted longer than being cramped. She hadn't liked that at all and the whole time she'd wished it would stop. Finally when it did she felt cold. Olesia couldn't decide if she disliked the cold or whatever it was that had happened to her before.

So there she was cold and still unable to move but thankfully that didn't last long. The dark ball of fur felt her limbs release and with that new found freedom she moved them all around. That wasn't the only thing she discovered she could do, she whimpered. Though she was still too young to hear her own whimpers. There was something about it that made her feel better.

The whole time she could feel something running down her body but she didn't have a name for it. Not yet, that day would come when she would learn that it was her mother cleaning her off and drying her fur. That too lasted a few moments before she could feel herself being pushed against something soft. The best part about it was that it was warm.

Olesia snuggled into the warmth hoping to get as far away from the cold as she could. She was unaware of anything else around her until she felt another body against her. Despite not being able to hear anything or see anything her nose still worked and she found the scent that she instinctively knee meant food. The Raven furred pup wiggled her way toward it until she found where it was coming from and latched on so that she could fill her belly.

and finally a bit about your character...She's just a girl with a secret.]]> .... ooc name: Rue
.... current characters: None
.... how you found us: Internet search
.... your character's initial fight stats: Power House
....a role play sample (200+ words):

For so long the dark wet bundle had been cramped and unable to move. Things got even worse when she felt herself moving and pressure being pressed against her. It felt lime that had lasted longer than being cramped. She hadn't liked that at all and the whole time she'd wished it would stop. Finally when it did she felt cold. Olesia couldn't decide if she disliked the cold or whatever it was that had happened to her before.

So there she was cold and still unable to move but thankfully that didn't last long. The dark ball of fur felt her limbs release and with that new found freedom she moved them all around. That wasn't the only thing she discovered she could do, she whimpered. Though she was still too young to hear her own whimpers. There was something about it that made her feel better.

The whole time she could feel something running down her body but she didn't have a name for it. Not yet, that day would come when she would learn that it was her mother cleaning her off and drying her fur. That too lasted a few moments before she could feel herself being pushed against something soft. The best part about it was that it was warm.

Olesia snuggled into the warmth hoping to get as far away from the cold as she could. She was unaware of anything else around her until she felt another body against her. Despite not being able to hear anything or see anything her nose still worked and she found the scent that she instinctively knee meant food. The Raven furred pup wiggled her way toward it until she found where it was coming from and latched on so that she could fill her belly.

and finally a bit about your character...She's just a girl with a secret.]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23173 Wed, 23 Jul 2025 20:25:48 +0000 Galen]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23173 .... current characters: Galen
.... how you found us: Current member
.... your character's initial fight stats: Set already
....a role play sample (200+ words):

An almost desiccated wasteland.

For lack of a better term, that seemed the most ideal way Sukea could describe the landscape that surrounded her now in comparison to that from which she came from prior, the various shades of brown and sparse greenery of underbrush that managed to claw its way through the solid earth underneath a welcomed change from a world seemingly painted in hues of colors that screamed danger to those willing to heed its warnings.

Jade tinted eyes flitted back over a marbled shoulder in the direction she had come from, observing the faint, hazy layer of smoke that tauntingly remained on her trail despite the distance weary paws had managed to secure between herself and the flames of the fire that hungrily consumed everything in its path. Yet again causing the near inseparable siblings to become just that. A forest fire sparked by the first of presumably more lightning storms that came with the sweltering summer heat. Mother nature's way of cleansing earth to be born anew, or keeping the siblings from fulfilling their mission, Sukea couldn't decide yet.

A soft cough racked the woman's lungs then, an unfortunate result of being caught in the fire's path and its smokey companion having the audacity to fill her lungs so heavily. Although, the severity had seemed to improve and breathing easier over time her throat still bore the harsh dryness that required more stops for water the woman cared to make yet this place seemed to lack the ability to contain what she craved most. Disgruntled, a huff was made before contrasting limbs pushed onward in search of what she needed. There had to be life elsewhere.

and finally a bit about your character....
Living life]]> .... current characters: Galen
.... how you found us: Current member
.... your character's initial fight stats: Set already
....a role play sample (200+ words):

An almost desiccated wasteland.

For lack of a better term, that seemed the most ideal way Sukea could describe the landscape that surrounded her now in comparison to that from which she came from prior, the various shades of brown and sparse greenery of underbrush that managed to claw its way through the solid earth underneath a welcomed change from a world seemingly painted in hues of colors that screamed danger to those willing to heed its warnings.

Jade tinted eyes flitted back over a marbled shoulder in the direction she had come from, observing the faint, hazy layer of smoke that tauntingly remained on her trail despite the distance weary paws had managed to secure between herself and the flames of the fire that hungrily consumed everything in its path. Yet again causing the near inseparable siblings to become just that. A forest fire sparked by the first of presumably more lightning storms that came with the sweltering summer heat. Mother nature's way of cleansing earth to be born anew, or keeping the siblings from fulfilling their mission, Sukea couldn't decide yet.

A soft cough racked the woman's lungs then, an unfortunate result of being caught in the fire's path and its smokey companion having the audacity to fill her lungs so heavily. Although, the severity had seemed to improve and breathing easier over time her throat still bore the harsh dryness that required more stops for water the woman cared to make yet this place seemed to lack the ability to contain what she craved most. Disgruntled, a huff was made before contrasting limbs pushed onward in search of what she needed. There had to be life elsewhere.

and finally a bit about your character....
Living life]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23172 Mon, 21 Jul 2025 19:50:47 +0000 Draco]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23172 .... current characters: Theory
... how you found us: it's been a few years...
.... your character's initial fight stats: all set!

.... a bit about your character....
Just a grumpy boy hanging out with Rosemary.

....a role play sample (200+ words):
This was out of Draco’s realm of expertise.

Last year, his parents had elected to not have a litter and, while there had been another litter born in the Glade that year, the dragon (or witch, as Kiona affectionately called him) had kept his distance from the den. He couldn’t help but wonder if his parents were welcoming new Novas into the Stark legacy this year, in Draco’s absence. Would his mother replace him? His expression fell at the thought, and he cursed himself for it. He had been the one to leave, driven by this desire to see where his father—and grandfather—had come from, and the curiosity to see what was beyond the routine life he had created for himself in the Glade. His departure had been his choice; he did not get to feel jealous, or whatever this ugly feeling was that gnawed inside his chest.

Kiona had chosen to den further from the lake, in the depths of the woods that surrounded the body of water. It was a good decision, as the lake was a beacon for predators and other wolves; the new mother would be more protected hidden among the trees. It was only as he approached the den, his steps slow and quiet, when he realized where they were.

His father had been right—he would recognize the Surge when he saw it. The hum beneath his fur, wild and wordless, told him everything he needed to know: this was it. He blinked as he stopped a few metres away from Rosemary, his brows narrowing slightly as he took in their surroundings. But now was not the time to be excited about his discovery. The excitement could come later, when Kiona dismissed them.

He stayed where he was, maintaining the space between himself and Rosemary, his legs stiff and upright. His metallic gaze flitted over to his friend, immediately softening as he silently observed her.]]> .... current characters: Theory
... how you found us: it's been a few years...
.... your character's initial fight stats: all set!

.... a bit about your character....
Just a grumpy boy hanging out with Rosemary.

....a role play sample (200+ words):
This was out of Draco’s realm of expertise.

Last year, his parents had elected to not have a litter and, while there had been another litter born in the Glade that year, the dragon (or witch, as Kiona affectionately called him) had kept his distance from the den. He couldn’t help but wonder if his parents were welcoming new Novas into the Stark legacy this year, in Draco’s absence. Would his mother replace him? His expression fell at the thought, and he cursed himself for it. He had been the one to leave, driven by this desire to see where his father—and grandfather—had come from, and the curiosity to see what was beyond the routine life he had created for himself in the Glade. His departure had been his choice; he did not get to feel jealous, or whatever this ugly feeling was that gnawed inside his chest.

Kiona had chosen to den further from the lake, in the depths of the woods that surrounded the body of water. It was a good decision, as the lake was a beacon for predators and other wolves; the new mother would be more protected hidden among the trees. It was only as he approached the den, his steps slow and quiet, when he realized where they were.

His father had been right—he would recognize the Surge when he saw it. The hum beneath his fur, wild and wordless, told him everything he needed to know: this was it. He blinked as he stopped a few metres away from Rosemary, his brows narrowing slightly as he took in their surroundings. But now was not the time to be excited about his discovery. The excitement could come later, when Kiona dismissed them.

He stayed where he was, maintaining the space between himself and Rosemary, his legs stiff and upright. His metallic gaze flitted over to his friend, immediately softening as he silently observed her.]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23170 Sun, 20 Jul 2025 22:04:45 +0000 Bat]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23170 https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23169 Sun, 20 Jul 2025 20:25:26 +0000 Atara]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23169 https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23168 Sun, 20 Jul 2025 18:55:23 +0000 Caiaphas]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23168 .... current characters: savik
.... how you found us: im basically built in at this point
.... your character's initial fight stats: set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

Slowly he untangled his limbs from himself as he sought to stretch out his sleepy state. Along with the need to help blood flow. The tingle in his limbs had become so pesky. A failing body would not be his thought for the day. He needed to figure out where he had stumbled into sleep last night.

Out here in the morning light, he could make out the details of it all.

A piss-poor place, if you asked him. A giant monolith applied too much of an ache to his old joints and the lack of water felt to be a sin. He had grown to know it to be a sign of life in all of his years. So would anything live here, in a barren belly of a valley? A few buzzards hinted that he ought to be wrong in his thought of it being a wasteland.

Or.

Perhaps things had just come here to die. Felt more appropriate. Granted he had no plans to die that day — not that he waltzed around with a mental agenda of when to croak, mind you. It'd happen when it'd happen. For now, he could appreciate the fact that dense birds had left something behind for him. The world's tiniest selection. Stringy meat that clung to bones cracked by beasts hungrier than him.

and finally a bit about your character... what on earth is this boy doing]]> .... current characters: savik
.... how you found us: im basically built in at this point
.... your character's initial fight stats: set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

Slowly he untangled his limbs from himself as he sought to stretch out his sleepy state. Along with the need to help blood flow. The tingle in his limbs had become so pesky. A failing body would not be his thought for the day. He needed to figure out where he had stumbled into sleep last night.

Out here in the morning light, he could make out the details of it all.

A piss-poor place, if you asked him. A giant monolith applied too much of an ache to his old joints and the lack of water felt to be a sin. He had grown to know it to be a sign of life in all of his years. So would anything live here, in a barren belly of a valley? A few buzzards hinted that he ought to be wrong in his thought of it being a wasteland.

Or.

Perhaps things had just come here to die. Felt more appropriate. Granted he had no plans to die that day — not that he waltzed around with a mental agenda of when to croak, mind you. It'd happen when it'd happen. For now, he could appreciate the fact that dense birds had left something behind for him. The world's tiniest selection. Stringy meat that clung to bones cracked by beasts hungrier than him.

and finally a bit about your character... what on earth is this boy doing]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23167 Fri, 18 Jul 2025 20:25:13 +0000 Rosemary]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23167 .... current characters: Nori, Felyx, Kazimir, Alaric
.... how you found us: I spawned in
.... your character's initial fight stats: Set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

It had become apparent that nothing would come of their... coupling. Nori was swinging rapidly between relief and sorrow, because she wasn't sure they were ready, but there was something in the back of her mind that wanted it so desperately. Still, without a solid foundation, any pups they might have had would've struggled to thrive, and she knew it was an unfair thing to want on her part.

Next year, her brain whispered traitorously, and wasn't that a funny thing? When was the last time Nori had planned for anything in the future? She had vague wants here and there, and this solid knowledge that she was committed to this place, these wolves, and one in particular, but she hadn't thought of it so specifically. Next year, when the pack had been formed for a while. Next year, when the dust had settled and no one was grieving. Next year, when she and Leo...

Her face warmed at the thought. They'd promised forever, sure, and talked about love, but... what was this? What label should they put on what they had? Or did Leo not want any labels at all?

Nori, however, struggled. What was she supposed to call him? How would she even go about that? She'd already declared her love, so she supposed the hardest part was out of the way, but...

There was really only one way to find out, wasn't there?

It was well into the night when she worked up the courage to approach him, and while she felt guilty for disturbing his sleep, this felt too important to wait. Nori leaned in to nose at his cheek, hoping to wake him up gently, so he didn't think anything was wrong.

"Leo?" she murmured, burning all over. "Can we talk?"

and finally a bit about your character.... She's trying her best]]> .... current characters: Nori, Felyx, Kazimir, Alaric
.... how you found us: I spawned in
.... your character's initial fight stats: Set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

It had become apparent that nothing would come of their... coupling. Nori was swinging rapidly between relief and sorrow, because she wasn't sure they were ready, but there was something in the back of her mind that wanted it so desperately. Still, without a solid foundation, any pups they might have had would've struggled to thrive, and she knew it was an unfair thing to want on her part.

Next year, her brain whispered traitorously, and wasn't that a funny thing? When was the last time Nori had planned for anything in the future? She had vague wants here and there, and this solid knowledge that she was committed to this place, these wolves, and one in particular, but she hadn't thought of it so specifically. Next year, when the pack had been formed for a while. Next year, when the dust had settled and no one was grieving. Next year, when she and Leo...

Her face warmed at the thought. They'd promised forever, sure, and talked about love, but... what was this? What label should they put on what they had? Or did Leo not want any labels at all?

Nori, however, struggled. What was she supposed to call him? How would she even go about that? She'd already declared her love, so she supposed the hardest part was out of the way, but...

There was really only one way to find out, wasn't there?

It was well into the night when she worked up the courage to approach him, and while she felt guilty for disturbing his sleep, this felt too important to wait. Nori leaned in to nose at his cheek, hoping to wake him up gently, so he didn't think anything was wrong.

"Leo?" she murmured, burning all over. "Can we talk?"

and finally a bit about your character.... She's trying her best]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23166 Fri, 18 Jul 2025 04:31:26 +0000 Ozark]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23166 .... current characters: Ozark
.... how you found us: Been here!
.... your character's initial fight stats: Already set
....a role play sample (200+ words): Hardships continued and the Backwater wolves endured. Her cousin had stepped down, his exhaustion getting the best of him as he searched for those missing. On a happy note, one of their lot had returned, of which happen to being their medic and just in time!

Ozark's own search had gone beyond just the outskirts of their territory and further east into the Heart of their world and deep within the thick Wildwood forest. She remembered passing through their place before on the way to the falls, thought didn't recall anything of particular interest. Tree, bush, more trees, dirt... Ozark took a deep breath, as though if she did she might catch the vaguest scent of salt on the breeze. Of course not. However, she did catch the scent of something else which peaked her interest: another wolf.

It did not particularly smell like one of their lost. Then again, it might not, after some being gone so long and there were those of her pack she didn't really know to well honestly. So, there was still hope. Had it been spring, the smell of blooming dogwood might have greeted her.

Just when she thought that she might bark out to the other as she came trotting through the forestry into her direction, she was instead caught off guard all the same. Her legs splayed, tailed out and rigid behind her and all the hairs on her body standing on end. Though they were not in the direct path of the avalanche, the rumbling of the earth and the screeching of birds as they took to flight was enough to let Ozark know she wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out if debris would come flying her way or not.

She began bolting away, heading back from the mountains and west once more. "Aye, lass! Move your ass!" She was running into the other's direction and if she didn't get to moving, Ozark would graze her hard, hopefully enough to jolt her from her struck-stiff-state.
DEB member!]]> .... current characters: Ozark
.... how you found us: Been here!
.... your character's initial fight stats: Already set
....a role play sample (200+ words): Hardships continued and the Backwater wolves endured. Her cousin had stepped down, his exhaustion getting the best of him as he searched for those missing. On a happy note, one of their lot had returned, of which happen to being their medic and just in time!

Ozark's own search had gone beyond just the outskirts of their territory and further east into the Heart of their world and deep within the thick Wildwood forest. She remembered passing through their place before on the way to the falls, thought didn't recall anything of particular interest. Tree, bush, more trees, dirt... Ozark took a deep breath, as though if she did she might catch the vaguest scent of salt on the breeze. Of course not. However, she did catch the scent of something else which peaked her interest: another wolf.

It did not particularly smell like one of their lost. Then again, it might not, after some being gone so long and there were those of her pack she didn't really know to well honestly. So, there was still hope. Had it been spring, the smell of blooming dogwood might have greeted her.

Just when she thought that she might bark out to the other as she came trotting through the forestry into her direction, she was instead caught off guard all the same. Her legs splayed, tailed out and rigid behind her and all the hairs on her body standing on end. Though they were not in the direct path of the avalanche, the rumbling of the earth and the screeching of birds as they took to flight was enough to let Ozark know she wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out if debris would come flying her way or not.

She began bolting away, heading back from the mountains and west once more. "Aye, lass! Move your ass!" She was running into the other's direction and if she didn't get to moving, Ozark would graze her hard, hopefully enough to jolt her from her struck-stiff-state.
DEB member!]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23165 Thu, 17 Jul 2025 07:01:36 +0000 Thoval]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23165 .... current characters: Alix + Oleander
.... how you found us: Kel's Top 50
.... your character's initial fight stats: Assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Adelard from "no grave can hold me;"

Between the summer heat and the wildfire smoke, the air was hard to breathe on the worst of days. Today was one of those. In addition to the tinge of ash and smoke on the barely-there breeze, humidity around the Falls rose. It lingered above the waterfall and hovered between the sequoias, thick and despicable. In the underbrush, it gathered in the tiniest of dewdrops. Once gathered, the condensation would eventually fall to the warm forest floor.

Adelard's saving grace had been the clouds. Without the sun beating down on his dark coat, the travel home was slightly faster than he had expected. While scouting about in search of prey and game trails, he followed Towser out into the wilds... only to get ambushed by a dark, surly rogue. Adelard escaped with his hide, a few bites but little blood spilled. Towser, being a bit younger and inexperienced, had needed help. The stranger had gotten away, leaving the young Lyall on the ground some number of miles away.

The Gerau collapsed in the shallows of the river he had been following. He and Towser had been southbound, but never made it to the Darkwater Rapids or Secret Falls. Unable to lift his bloodied neck from the riverbank, he laid his head to the side, closing his eyes. The cool current soothed the bruises beneath his pelt and the aches in his joints. It relieved him of the body heat that felt trapped in the black saddle mark along his back.

After some time, he heaved himself up onto his forelimbs, head heavy and ears saturated with water. It fell from him in trickles and little streams from his underbelly, elbows, and tail. "Ri-Riven!" he barked out, still half-stunned from the attack. "Help!" Other words failed to come to him. Even remembering the tensions between him, Chan, and the rest of the pack was too far of a reach. "Help," was all he could utter, even as his voice struggled to maintain its volume. The third and fourth calls were mere whispers, "Help- Help him."

and finally a bit about your character...
Thoval cares more than he thinks.
Also, oops, I got swiped by the AC, ha...]]> .... current characters: Alix + Oleander
.... how you found us: Kel's Top 50
.... your character's initial fight stats: Assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Adelard from "no grave can hold me;"

Between the summer heat and the wildfire smoke, the air was hard to breathe on the worst of days. Today was one of those. In addition to the tinge of ash and smoke on the barely-there breeze, humidity around the Falls rose. It lingered above the waterfall and hovered between the sequoias, thick and despicable. In the underbrush, it gathered in the tiniest of dewdrops. Once gathered, the condensation would eventually fall to the warm forest floor.

Adelard's saving grace had been the clouds. Without the sun beating down on his dark coat, the travel home was slightly faster than he had expected. While scouting about in search of prey and game trails, he followed Towser out into the wilds... only to get ambushed by a dark, surly rogue. Adelard escaped with his hide, a few bites but little blood spilled. Towser, being a bit younger and inexperienced, had needed help. The stranger had gotten away, leaving the young Lyall on the ground some number of miles away.

The Gerau collapsed in the shallows of the river he had been following. He and Towser had been southbound, but never made it to the Darkwater Rapids or Secret Falls. Unable to lift his bloodied neck from the riverbank, he laid his head to the side, closing his eyes. The cool current soothed the bruises beneath his pelt and the aches in his joints. It relieved him of the body heat that felt trapped in the black saddle mark along his back.

After some time, he heaved himself up onto his forelimbs, head heavy and ears saturated with water. It fell from him in trickles and little streams from his underbelly, elbows, and tail. "Ri-Riven!" he barked out, still half-stunned from the attack. "Help!" Other words failed to come to him. Even remembering the tensions between him, Chan, and the rest of the pack was too far of a reach. "Help," was all he could utter, even as his voice struggled to maintain its volume. The third and fourth calls were mere whispers, "Help- Help him."

and finally a bit about your character...
Thoval cares more than he thinks.
Also, oops, I got swiped by the AC, ha...]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23164 Thu, 17 Jul 2025 07:00:06 +0000 Oleander]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23164 .... current characters: Alix + Thoval (pending)
.... how you found us: Kel's Top 50
.... your character's initial fight stats: Assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Adelard from "no grave can hold me;"

Between the summer heat and the wildfire smoke, the air was hard to breathe on the worst of days. Today was one of those. In addition to the tinge of ash and smoke on the barely-there breeze, humidity around the Falls rose. It lingered above the waterfall and hovered between the sequoias, thick and despicable. In the underbrush, it gathered in the tiniest of dewdrops. Once gathered, the condensation would eventually fall to the warm forest floor.

Adelard's saving grace had been the clouds. Without the sun beating down on his dark coat, the travel home was slightly faster than he had expected. While scouting about in search of prey and game trails, he followed Towser out into the wilds... only to get ambushed by a dark, surly rogue. Adelard escaped with his hide, a few bites but little blood spilled. Towser, being a bit younger and inexperienced, had needed help. The stranger had gotten away, leaving the young Lyall on the ground some number of miles away.

The Gerau collapsed in the shallows of the river he had been following. He and Towser had been southbound, but never made it to the Darkwater Rapids or Secret Falls. Unable to lift his bloodied neck from the riverbank, he laid his head to the side, closing his eyes. The cool current soothed the bruises beneath his pelt and the aches in his joints. It relieved him of the body heat that felt trapped in the black saddle mark along his back.

After some time, he heaved himself up onto his forelimbs, head heavy and ears saturated with water. It fell from him in trickles and little streams from his underbelly, elbows, and tail. "Ri-Riven!" he barked out, still half-stunned from the attack. "Help!" Other words failed to come to him. Even remembering the tensions between him, Chan, and the rest of the pack was too far of a reach. "Help," was all he could utter, even as his voice struggled to maintain its volume. The third and fourth calls were mere whispers, "Help- Help him."

and finally a bit about your character...
Oleander did not appreciate the bots crawling all over the Lore, BUT he is ready to settle back into fatherhood~
Also, oops, I got swiped by the AC, ha...]]> .... current characters: Alix + Thoval (pending)
.... how you found us: Kel's Top 50
.... your character's initial fight stats: Assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Adelard from "no grave can hold me;"

Between the summer heat and the wildfire smoke, the air was hard to breathe on the worst of days. Today was one of those. In addition to the tinge of ash and smoke on the barely-there breeze, humidity around the Falls rose. It lingered above the waterfall and hovered between the sequoias, thick and despicable. In the underbrush, it gathered in the tiniest of dewdrops. Once gathered, the condensation would eventually fall to the warm forest floor.

Adelard's saving grace had been the clouds. Without the sun beating down on his dark coat, the travel home was slightly faster than he had expected. While scouting about in search of prey and game trails, he followed Towser out into the wilds... only to get ambushed by a dark, surly rogue. Adelard escaped with his hide, a few bites but little blood spilled. Towser, being a bit younger and inexperienced, had needed help. The stranger had gotten away, leaving the young Lyall on the ground some number of miles away.

The Gerau collapsed in the shallows of the river he had been following. He and Towser had been southbound, but never made it to the Darkwater Rapids or Secret Falls. Unable to lift his bloodied neck from the riverbank, he laid his head to the side, closing his eyes. The cool current soothed the bruises beneath his pelt and the aches in his joints. It relieved him of the body heat that felt trapped in the black saddle mark along his back.

After some time, he heaved himself up onto his forelimbs, head heavy and ears saturated with water. It fell from him in trickles and little streams from his underbelly, elbows, and tail. "Ri-Riven!" he barked out, still half-stunned from the attack. "Help!" Other words failed to come to him. Even remembering the tensions between him, Chan, and the rest of the pack was too far of a reach. "Help," was all he could utter, even as his voice struggled to maintain its volume. The third and fourth calls were mere whispers, "Help- Help him."

and finally a bit about your character...
Oleander did not appreciate the bots crawling all over the Lore, BUT he is ready to settle back into fatherhood~
Also, oops, I got swiped by the AC, ha...]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23162 Tue, 15 Jul 2025 22:37:43 +0000 Caiaphas]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23162 .... current characters: savik
.... how you found us: im basically built in at this point
.... your character's initial fight stats: set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

Slowly he untangled his limbs from himself as he sought to stretch out his sleepy state. Along with the need to help blood flow. The tingle in his limbs had become so pesky. A failing body would not be his thought for the day. He needed to figure out where he had stumbled into sleep last night.

Out here in the morning light, he could make out the details of it all.

A piss-poor place, if you asked him. A giant monolith applied too much of an ache to his old joints and the lack of water felt to be a sin. He had grown to know it to be a sign of life in all of his years. So would anything live here, in a barren belly of a valley? A few buzzards hinted that he ought to be wrong in his thought of it being a wasteland.

Or.

Perhaps things had just come here to die. Felt more appropriate. Granted he had no plans to die that day — not that he waltzed around with a mental agenda of when to croak, mind you. It'd happen when it'd happen. For now, he could appreciate the fact that dense birds had left something behind for him. The world's tiniest selection. Stringy meat that clung to bones cracked by beasts hungrier than him.

and finally a bit about your character... uh oh here comes caiaphas]]> .... current characters: savik
.... how you found us: im basically built in at this point
.... your character's initial fight stats: set
....a role play sample (200+ words):

Slowly he untangled his limbs from himself as he sought to stretch out his sleepy state. Along with the need to help blood flow. The tingle in his limbs had become so pesky. A failing body would not be his thought for the day. He needed to figure out where he had stumbled into sleep last night.

Out here in the morning light, he could make out the details of it all.

A piss-poor place, if you asked him. A giant monolith applied too much of an ache to his old joints and the lack of water felt to be a sin. He had grown to know it to be a sign of life in all of his years. So would anything live here, in a barren belly of a valley? A few buzzards hinted that he ought to be wrong in his thought of it being a wasteland.

Or.

Perhaps things had just come here to die. Felt more appropriate. Granted he had no plans to die that day — not that he waltzed around with a mental agenda of when to croak, mind you. It'd happen when it'd happen. For now, he could appreciate the fact that dense birds had left something behind for him. The world's tiniest selection. Stringy meat that clung to bones cracked by beasts hungrier than him.

and finally a bit about your character... uh oh here comes caiaphas]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23161 Tue, 15 Jul 2025 21:27:54 +0000 Thoval]]> https://fixingstuff.net/showthread.php?tid=23161 .... current characters: Thoval, Somnes + Noll
.... how you found us: Kel's Top 50
.... your character's initial fight stats: Assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Adelard from "no grave can hold me;"

Between the summer heat and the wildfire smoke, the air was hard to breathe on the worst of days. Today was one of those. In addition to the tinge of ash and smoke on the barely-there breeze, humidity around the Falls rose. It lingered above the waterfall and hovered between the sequoias, thick and despicable. In the underbrush, it gathered in the tiniest of dewdrops. Once gathered, the condensation would eventually fall to the warm forest floor.

Adelard's saving grace had been the clouds. Without the sun beating down on his dark coat, the travel home was slightly faster than he had expected. While scouting about in search of prey and game trails, he followed Towser out into the wilds... only to get ambushed by a dark, surly rogue. Adelard escaped with his hide, a few bites but little blood spilled. Towser, being a bit younger and inexperienced, had needed help. The stranger had gotten away, leaving the young Lyall on the ground some number of miles away.

The Gerau collapsed in the shallows of the river he had been following. He and Towser had been southbound, but never made it to the Darkwater Rapids or Secret Falls. Unable to lift his bloodied neck from the riverbank, he laid his head to the side, closing his eyes. The cool current soothed the bruises beneath his pelt and the aches in his joints. It relieved him of the body heat that felt trapped in the black saddle mark along his back.

After some time, he heaved himself up onto his forelimbs, head heavy and ears saturated with water. It fell from him in trickles and little streams from his underbelly, elbows, and tail. "Ri-Riven!" he barked out, still half-stunned from the attack. "Help!" Other words failed to come to him. Even remembering the tensions between him, Chan, and the rest of the pack was too far of a reach. "Help," was all he could utter, even as his voice struggled to maintain its volume. The third and fourth calls were mere whispers, "Help- Help him."

and finally a bit about your character...
Thoval keeps getting sidetracked and losing twins Felyx and Cynder. Goodness only knows just how much he looooongs to be with them and ensure their safety.]]> .... current characters: Thoval, Somnes + Noll
.... how you found us: Kel's Top 50
.... your character's initial fight stats: Assigned.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Adelard from "no grave can hold me;"

Between the summer heat and the wildfire smoke, the air was hard to breathe on the worst of days. Today was one of those. In addition to the tinge of ash and smoke on the barely-there breeze, humidity around the Falls rose. It lingered above the waterfall and hovered between the sequoias, thick and despicable. In the underbrush, it gathered in the tiniest of dewdrops. Once gathered, the condensation would eventually fall to the warm forest floor.

Adelard's saving grace had been the clouds. Without the sun beating down on his dark coat, the travel home was slightly faster than he had expected. While scouting about in search of prey and game trails, he followed Towser out into the wilds... only to get ambushed by a dark, surly rogue. Adelard escaped with his hide, a few bites but little blood spilled. Towser, being a bit younger and inexperienced, had needed help. The stranger had gotten away, leaving the young Lyall on the ground some number of miles away.

The Gerau collapsed in the shallows of the river he had been following. He and Towser had been southbound, but never made it to the Darkwater Rapids or Secret Falls. Unable to lift his bloodied neck from the riverbank, he laid his head to the side, closing his eyes. The cool current soothed the bruises beneath his pelt and the aches in his joints. It relieved him of the body heat that felt trapped in the black saddle mark along his back.

After some time, he heaved himself up onto his forelimbs, head heavy and ears saturated with water. It fell from him in trickles and little streams from his underbelly, elbows, and tail. "Ri-Riven!" he barked out, still half-stunned from the attack. "Help!" Other words failed to come to him. Even remembering the tensions between him, Chan, and the rest of the pack was too far of a reach. "Help," was all he could utter, even as his voice struggled to maintain its volume. The third and fourth calls were mere whispers, "Help- Help him."

and finally a bit about your character...
Thoval keeps getting sidetracked and losing twins Felyx and Cynder. Goodness only knows just how much he looooongs to be with them and ensure their safety.]]>