Author: Gorzak12, Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 8:05 PM, Post Subject: [O] A Man Walked Into The Forest

"Oooof! Damn, that hurt." Wlfrich remarks after falling out of a tree near Census. "Hey! Who are you?"

Author: Vinsue, Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 2:12 PM, Post Subject: [O] A Man Walked Into The Forest

Today was a day Vinsue had set for practicing and nothing else. She was in her human form not far from where the dragconian was. She was playing with the electricity in the air. Charging it tell all her hair stood on end and undid it tell everything laid back to the way it was supposed to be. She took in a deep breath and caught the smell of a human and a reptile. She flipped her hood up and kept practicing. She was determined to master her newest ability without distraction. 

She formed a electric field around a leaf and shrink it tell it burnt the leaf and then neutralized it. She smiled for once it did not explode. She tan tried to do it to a few more leaves and did the same. Happy for now she walked to a tree and sat down than created a chicken leg and started eating it.

Author: Saint Tenebrae, Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2017 5:00 AM, Post Subject: [O] A Man Walked Into The Forest

Human tracks. Boots. The dragging of a cloak and robes. A symbol was carved into a tree seven feet away; A number ten with a small number four above it.

The water of a stream babbles and slurps nearby. Birds songs and rodent's screech fill in the gaps in noise.

Author: Symphr, Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 7:59 PM, Post Subject: [O] A Man Walked Into The Forest

He was a noble man, born within a wealthy family but had recently fallen from grace. The passing of his brothers and his father having taken a toll upon himself and the money reserves. With him being the sole heir to the Lestrange-Carrow name, the land and manor having now become the young dragonian's property. The deed placed within the stronghold of his bedroom, the chest having been enchanted to only respond to his own bloodline as a measure to keep thieves at bay. The iron mines were his, three mines in total with only a spare few workers that stayed. He may have owned the resources and manor, but besides what he gathered from the forest he owned nothing. His greedy heart was enraged at this, wanting nothing more than to rest upon a glittering pile of gold and jewels. He would make his money soon, the hunting of animals bringing in money from the market place. His manor was within the mountainside, as that was where the mines had been found.  Away from the mines was the actual manor itself, with towering arches of marble and stone pathways that lead through the courtyard. Ponds could be seen scattered about the plains of green that surrounded the manor,  a thick ring of woodland flanking the back of the manor filled with creatures to hunt. A large dirt pathway meant for carriages to transport cart fulls of iron to the manor for inspection before being shipped out to the marketplace came through the stables area. He and his father both having been fond of riding horses within their spare time. Unkept vineyards of grapes spread outwards to the east, normally their harvest being transported to the marketplace as well.

As for the manor itself, it was modest. Two floors in total and the actual floor space being enough to hold a few servants and his family. The bedrooms for the family being on the upper floor, with a study, balcony, living room, a second bathroom, and a library. The first floor contained a vestibule, what his father called a meeting room for guests to meet with them, the kitchens, the servants quarters, a bathroom that contained one of the small ponds, a dining room, and a small area that led to a small herb garden he had actually managed to keep in decent shape. There was also a pathway to the stables from the small area, but the stables had grown empty from selling their horses to make up for the debt of funerals. It had been a horrible spring of events, the harvest bad, the carriages breaking, loosing his father and two brothers, it was as if his world were collapsing. He had made a promise to his own heart however, to bring himself back to wealth and power. So far, he had done well with hunting, selling meat and furs to the marketplace had given him a start. Paying the miners what little coin he could plus providing food was enough to keep some of them as his workforce, now he simply needed to get the vineyard up and running in order to get a carriage.

He drew himself from his thoughts, feet light upon the forested floor as he drifted through the trees. His mismatched eyes trained on any creature he could possibly hunt. His aim was bear, the fur of the creature all ways paying well, and the large amount of meat would sell for a good amount of coin. The pine needles crunched mutely underneath his light footsteps, his tail and wings having been hidden for the time being. The only thing that hinted to his race being the large horns and scales that littered his body in different locations. He crouched to the ground, searching the tracks for bear or wolf.