Riftblade

Accepted.

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Heck yeah, +1.

(IC) Name: Aerith Ithelanen Age: A hundred-something. Race: Mali I do solemnly swear that I shall defend the Realm of Gladewynn from its foes, foreign and domestic, in times of peace or war. I will hold myself to the example of all those who have sworn this very oath before me, I will bear the crux of this burden forevermore, here and beyond. (OOC) IGN: Doriftu Discord: Rift#8931

Best of luck with the military. o7

Excellent roleplayer, his writing is great. +1 from me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Where am I?” Thought the brown-haired youth as he opened his eyes. Before him was a vast forest filled with grand trees sporting yellow, orange, and green leaves and beams of sunlight passing through gaps in the forest’s canopy. “The Loftywoods?” He murmured to himself, taking a few steps forward as he looked at one tree and another. He’d never been to the Loftywoods, nor had he ever ventured to a forest where he could only assume the pointy-eared folks lived, so it was a guess for him. All he remembered prior to somehow appearing in this foreign forest was that he sat down on his bunk, his head aching annoyingly after he’d read some strange book. “Maybe it has to do with me not being able to read all that well?” Once more the youth thought, mumbling to himself about how his father should’ve taught him how to read. Alas, his father had difficulty reading as well. So the fellow stopped thinking about his lack of an education and started thinking about where he was once again. He walked up to one tree and tapped it a few times with his knuckles. “Seems like a regular tree.” He said to himself, tapping the tree a few more times just to be sure. It certainly was a regular, plain tree from what he could tell. He heard chirping from up above, and so he looked up. On the branches of one of the yellow-leaved trees was a small bird which had the most vibrant feathers, feathers that were lilac, lavender, and violet. It was the most lovely bird the fellow had seen, yet something seemed off about it - something that seemed insignificant yet so abnormal. Vedran tilted his head to the left, squinting at the purple feathered bird. The bird’s eyes looked as if they were glowing. The youth brought both his hands up and rubbed his eyes, the bird no longer was there. “Strange. Maybe I’m dreaming? Eh, probably a dream.” He murmured to himself as he took a few steps away from the tree. The fellow then heard something strange. It sounded like a crackling fire pit - No, it sounded like crashing waves - It wasn’t that either, what was it? He slowly turned around to, curious as to what the source of the sound was. What he saw was something he couldn’t even have dreamt of. Before him now was a cliff face with jagged stone jutting outward all across its surface. The stone had a dark purple hue to it, glowing veins that flowed across the face of the cliff emitted a subtle amethyst-hued light, sparks here and there as well. Shattered fragments of rock and stone were floating in the air, idly and slowly revolving. Geysers of luminescent light shot out from the cracked ground in front of the cliff face. The place resonated with an inexplicable power, and the very feeling made the youth nauseous - he felt as though he could vomit at any moment. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it a single bit. Vedran took several steps away from the cliff face, he turned away from the unnatural formation and ran further into the forest. He ran until he no longer had any breath, he was scared and confused from what he had seen. He stopped at a creek to catch his breath, he sat down and pressed his back against a nearby tree, struggling for air. There he sat for what seemed to be several minutes, resting the back of his head against the tree’s trunk and looking up at the multi-colored canopy of the quiet forest. He looked to his left, then to his right - where he saw a purple feather on the ground. He was hesitant for a few seconds, though he then plucked the feather off the ground and slid it into his bag. The youth heard rustling somewhere across the stream. Slowly he came to a stand, his back still pressed against the tree. “A deer?” He said to himself, squinting at the vague figure of the creature that he saw. As the creature’s figure became clearer, he thought it was a horse, but it couldn’t have been a horse. A terrible sense of fear struck him, he closed his eyes and started praying to all the Saints he knew. Something seemed strange, no longer did he hear the swaying of leaves and branches, the stream’s water rocking over rocks, and the rustling on the other side of the creek. He opened his eyes and found himself where he was before - on his bunk. “By Owyn!” He exclaimed, pressing his hands against his face. He rubbed his eyes to make sure if he truly was back in his room on the ship. He lowered both his hands, staring blankly at the wooden wall ahead of him for some time. His gaze fell down on the bag at his side and reached into it. He pulled out the same purple feather that he plucked off the forest’s ground. He stared at the feather for a few seconds. Vedran then screamed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

+1 from me!

Heck yeah, +1

Yeah sure, +1

Denied. Note: If you have any questions, comments or concerns feel free to bring them up with me in private message.

Sure, +1 from me.

Excellent stuff