Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)
Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:23 am
One is noticing that his first stab at RPing is a bit guy-ish and light on the fantasy. Hopefully as the story unfolds One can incorporate more fantasy elements. This is open to anyone that is daring and One will continue the story regardless.
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Marrok, The Wanderer
The sun is just beginning its morning rise above the horizon. Marrok can feel the warm sun-rays as they shine through the cracks in the barn doors. After sleeping in a cold barn, a warm morning is very welcome. As Marrok gets up, he starts to feel his joints cracking left and right. Maybe it was the stiff barn floor or the bar fight he got into last night over virtual darts. *Ow. My jaw.* Marrok can still feel the punch that pretty much caught him off guard and knocked him out. *Those son's of bitches were lucky there were 5 of them.* Marrok doesn't really like unfair fighting. There is no honor in it.
As Marrok gets up, he realizes that the odor he has been wondering about is coming from him. *Time for a shower.* It's easy to get dressed in the morning when you slept in your smelly clothes last night. Marrok sets out for the nearest secluded watering hole. He remembers a nice hot-spring at the base of those mountains to the east. Arriving at the smokey crater, Marrok quickly takes off his cloths and slowly steps into the very hot hot-spring. With every inch deeper into the water a spike of sensation climbs his back and has his hairs standing up on edge. *Mmmmm. Niiiice* Marrok closes his eyes and slowly submerges himself completely under the hot steamy water as if to take a long and restful nap. Time seems to have completely come to a halt.
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Marrok, The Wanderer
The sun is just beginning its morning rise above the horizon. Marrok can feel the warm sun-rays as they shine through the cracks in the barn doors. After sleeping in a cold barn, a warm morning is very welcome. As Marrok gets up, he starts to feel his joints cracking left and right. Maybe it was the stiff barn floor or the bar fight he got into last night over virtual darts. *Ow. My jaw.* Marrok can still feel the punch that pretty much caught him off guard and knocked him out. *Those son's of bitches were lucky there were 5 of them.* Marrok doesn't really like unfair fighting. There is no honor in it.
As Marrok gets up, he realizes that the odor he has been wondering about is coming from him. *Time for a shower.* It's easy to get dressed in the morning when you slept in your smelly clothes last night. Marrok sets out for the nearest secluded watering hole. He remembers a nice hot-spring at the base of those mountains to the east. Arriving at the smokey crater, Marrok quickly takes off his cloths and slowly steps into the very hot hot-spring. With every inch deeper into the water a spike of sensation climbs his back and has his hairs standing up on edge. *Mmmmm. Niiiice* Marrok closes his eyes and slowly submerges himself completely under the hot steamy water as if to take a long and restful nap. Time seems to have completely come to a halt.