Whittledown

It was perfect moment. All the reason the in the world to act. The sea air, the rocks below. The drop. One hundred yalms easy. She had the tabard in her hand. Just let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Hornet did not let go. A woman who deserved death lived and Hornet already regretted her decision. Despite the regret, the act would not have been worth the promise broken. A promise is only worth the person it was made to. And the person Hornet made that promise to was worth more than the life she wished she had taken.

And here we have a shot of just Natalie and Crofte... I got a shot of them as well!

Roen, Gharen, and Hornet meeting with Natalie and Crofte. Hornet insisted on this positioning of the parties.

*defeated sigh* Room for one more? *lecherous grin* Right here on my lap sweetie. *ignores the fact that there is a perfectly good chair right next to her*

*Hornet sets up a beach chair with a nice parasol and a glass of sun tea to watch the festivities*

Hornet sat in her room in the Grim's house in the Goblet. Her room. It felt strange not to be staying in an inn. Strange, but welcome. She looked around and found herself smiling. There were all ready wonderful memories here. Kaylie had just left to go do whatever work she had found for herself. Kaylie. The girl was at a crossroads. Hornet frowned slightly, hoping she had done the right thing with what she had said to her. For a moment she worried that if Kaylie left her Company, that Hornet would be blamed. Then she smirked, thinking of Renaud. Of course she would be blamed. And she found herself not caring. Hornet thought of the people she lost, and of the few that she may still count as friends. Kaylie. Jancis perhaps. Sigurd? Possible. Vashi of course. She ticked off other names in the 'no' column. Alveo? Not likely given what happened. Tau? Whatever. She couldn't even muster up a good anger about him. She just didn't care. Renaud? A laugh. After he had shown his true colors, there would never be friendship there. Rinilda? Well she was sleeping with Renaud wasn't she? Cross her off the list. Dhemgeim. Hornet felt her jaw clench without realizing it. Dhemgeim who stood there, silent, while Tau accosted her. Dhemgeim who stood their, silent, while Renaud called Hornet a bloodthirsty monster and a whore. Dhemgeim, who when she did speak, offered only the suggestion of bloodsport to settle the issue between Tau and Hornet. Dhemgeim who said NOTHING to support her. Dhemgeim who never reached out. Dhemgeim who didn't trust her. Dhemgeim who didn't care. Hornet felt something cool on her face and was startled to find herself crying. She wiped her cheeks and took a few breaths. She didn't feel sad, exactly. She just felt a bit empty. A friend she thought she'd have forever. A woman she'd made a promise to. "Oaths are only worth the people they are made to." She said to herself, echoing a sentiment she'd said to Roen. Whatever promise she made didn't matter any more. She had more important things to worry about. She had an axe to sharpen. A lance to hone. Hornet thought of the conversation with Sindl. It had been a relief to express herself to him and to find him so receptive and non-judgmental. She found herself appreciating him for his silence more than his words. He was a good listener. And he had alerted her to a situation she would have to resolve. He didn't have to. But he did. He was a good leader. She would focus on that. The past was past. Time to move forward.

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Yay someone who agrees with me If Roe/Elezen were somehow available to start, that's what Hornet would be right now no doubt. Make her mom an Elezen, dad a Roe.

Well the in-game story has every player having The Echo which is mysterious and powerful and yadda yadda yadda. It could very easily work like The Force and give our PC's that little Jedi twinge that tells them "Hey, move out of the way!" even if they don't actually see or hear anything coming. Of course none of the above relates to RP. It's just how I see the in came lore of the single player campaign relating to PvE.

You've found me out, this entire time I've just been RPing to build viral marketing buzz for the McBeefinator, their new three patty sandwich. I'm sorry, the money was too good to pass up though. You're history's greatest monster!

QFT

This right here.

These numbers are genuinely disturbing I put Hornet at 8 because I think at max I could eat 4 and she's a solid foot taller than me. What is wrong with all these characters!?

Excuse me? *coughs* Correction, watch as Hornet arranges the convenient injury of some poor girl who didn't want to get the sweaty redhead dude anyway. Hornet breaks ankles as well as hearts. :love:

I'd put Hornet at about an 8 for Burgerocity on an average day. Edit: Starving would be 14. Of course it's entirely moot because Hornet wouldn't eat McDonalds anyway.

But was it untrue? In this instance, yes.

Be my guest. If anyone needs formatting help just ask. I took my own template from someone else at first, and then slowly changed it around one part at a time. Will do so. Posting before Horney changes that to just pillaging Coat. Tsk. Rude.

I skipped that pain by just finding a Wiki page that I liked and asking for a template from the person who made it. Thanks again Gharen!

Excuse me? *coughs*

I can never remember how to spell Crofte's first name. /explain'd

I went to University to be a teacher. Studied history and education in an experimental program focused on training secondary education teachers. It was pretty fun. I was very close to attempting to get a doctorate in south asian and indian subcontinent history before I realized that I would be a pretty terrible teacher

Oh don't act like you weren't hoping for this! Nothing would make me happier than for Crofte and Warren to NOT be paired up for this, but have to watch one another go through the trials with another person. You monster. Two ships in the niiiiight~ See? Berrod gets it. Crofte and Warren, each slow-dancing with another person, moving across a crowded ball room and unable to take their eyes off one another. It's a wonderful image.

Oh don't act like you weren't hoping for this! Nothing would make me happier than for Crofte and Warren to NOT be paired up for this, but have to watch one another go through the trials with another person.

............. This is magical information

I'm the same. You are not alone