anyone interested....wait, aw...think what you want

All right. Let's get down to business!

High In the Rocky Mountains, a solitary figure sits on a throne carved from directly from the living stone itself. Cloaked in a monk's robes, the figure is as motionless as the rest of the mountain. Suddenly, the figure reanimates, throwing back the cowl to reveal a man, his seeming youthful features betrayed by the black hair going gray at his temples. His blue eyes flashed and he seemed to stare into space as if seeing something in his mind.
"Aaah, Tarasque, you have returned," said the man as he walked to the large black table in the center of the cavern, "I assume your brethren are not far behind, as are those you call enemy."
Pulling a small golden medallion from the folds of his robe, the man laughed, a deep booming sound that reverberated off the cracked and lined stone walls. As it bounced and echoed, the sound changed and it began to sound as the voices of many tortured souls crying out. "Soon, you will all bow before the hand of Hygelac."
 
WHOA

The reason I can't start this until Feb 1 is because of school, and my health is at an all time low. I have heart problems and I'm in and out of the hospital. So just bear with me, and give me a week. You all will be able to get into this. But we need people who are strictly good or evil. That doesn't mean you can't switch sides. Just need some order to this. There has to be races of people not just one person and only one person of that kind exists. Aw hell, do what you want. I gotta go.
 
When you get it up and running I would love to play. Grins. Im just a bad guy..oh wait..bad girl, a mortal (for now). Does that fit in? That way someone can teach me that ways of ... frowns...well teach me anyway, like an apprentice.
 
Lava

oh and I forgot to mention...hey Lava, take care, we hope your back with us soon.
 
Get well, milady!

I can definitely empathize about the school part. I've returned to school, myself, to finish my Computer Science degree. Hope you feel better soon, because you deserve a physical heart as healthy as your metaphoric one!
 
OOC: Well, I'll just continue with the Tarasque's intro. Don't worry, he won't meet up with anyone else yet.

IC: The Tarasque slept for three nights and three days and finally woke up. He got off the bed, all of his wounds healed. He shouted for servants, but none came. They must all of died in sinking. He shook his head and put on his armor. An opening appeared in the roof and the Tarasque fleq out. He was short of two things: minions, and concubines. He was looking. The opening slammed shut behind him.
 
thank you......

Neale that was incredibly sweet. Thank you. I'm in the hospital right now, preparing for some lab tests...they couldn't pry the laptop from my hands. :D Just checking in and just telling you that this isn't the thread, I will be making a new one in due time. SOrry for the wait. I just need some time. SO SORRY.
 
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