Just wanted to share something one of our members posted up on our website. I think it shows a good amount of how well our group RP's together and how creative our members are. We value their input, we appreciate their efforts and it's always fun to showcase the things they post:
From Griemort Angeluax, Perspective of the Calamity.
In the distance, a figure would be standing behind a barrel, looking towards the Market, Greimort would recognize him as his best friend and leader of the gang, Ipix. A young Elezen with brown hair and green eyes. Even though his face would be often covered in mud or dirt, Ipix's features would always make him stand out of the group. With Greimort and Ipix were the rest of the gang, other orphans, who had suffered a lot in the past. Greimort run over to Ipix's side to ask about today's plan. "Rest assured, little brother. Just follow my lead." Ipix would say. He wasn't the best strategist, but he'd mostly make up for it with his charismatic personality. When Ipix gave the signal, the gang would spread out and raid the market stalls, trying to grab anything they could that was edible. Soon after the guards arrived and the gang was surrounded. Ipix would take a few steps forward as the head of the gang, however he would surprisingly turn towards Greimort and look at him with with a blank look in his eyes. Greimort couldn't help, but feel a cold breeze up his spine and would start to shake. Trying to look at the others, he'd come to a sudden realization. Every member of the gang, along with the guards and everyone in the Market, had turned into shadows, just looking at him. Everyone except from Ipix. As Ipix slowly walked towards Greimort with his arm extended towards him, Greimort would let out a loud cry for help. Momentarily after everything around Greimort would appear to have stopped, as if time stopped altogether. It was then, that Greimort, would listen a voice calling out to him, and that voice would be heard louder and louder with each second passing.
"Greimort, wake up!!" he would hear and Greimort would sit up swiftly on his bed, sweating and breathing heavily. In the door, the eldest of the Angelaux children would stand, looking at Greimort with a concerned look on his face. "Amant? wh- what are you doing here?" Greimort would say, trying to make sense of the situation. Amant would quickly approach Greimort and would throw at him a linen shirt and a pair of trousers. "There's no time to explain, Father needs us. The sky turned black all of a sudden and it looks really bad. Mother is with Avronne and the two of them are escorting the staff into the shelter. Father is with Ejort outside gathering our troops. We need to find out more, before we move. That is up to me. I need you to go help father and Ejort." Amant would explain as Greimort got dressed. Even though Greimort was still young, he knew how to wield a sword and he was quite the prominent fighter. "I will go, right away, brother. Be careful." With those words, Greimort and Amant would storm out of the room, heading at opposite directions from each other. As Greimort ran out of the Manor's grand doors, he would look at the skies and stand still in shock and awe as people ran around him, trying to reach a shelter. Fire would fall from the skies, but Greimort found it impossible to move at the moment. He simply stood still and watched as A gigantic monster, resembling a Dragon flew in the skies, leaving nothing but death and darkness behind.
From Griemort Angeluax, Perspective of the Calamity.
In the distance, a figure would be standing behind a barrel, looking towards the Market, Greimort would recognize him as his best friend and leader of the gang, Ipix. A young Elezen with brown hair and green eyes. Even though his face would be often covered in mud or dirt, Ipix's features would always make him stand out of the group. With Greimort and Ipix were the rest of the gang, other orphans, who had suffered a lot in the past. Greimort run over to Ipix's side to ask about today's plan. "Rest assured, little brother. Just follow my lead." Ipix would say. He wasn't the best strategist, but he'd mostly make up for it with his charismatic personality. When Ipix gave the signal, the gang would spread out and raid the market stalls, trying to grab anything they could that was edible. Soon after the guards arrived and the gang was surrounded. Ipix would take a few steps forward as the head of the gang, however he would surprisingly turn towards Greimort and look at him with with a blank look in his eyes. Greimort couldn't help, but feel a cold breeze up his spine and would start to shake. Trying to look at the others, he'd come to a sudden realization. Every member of the gang, along with the guards and everyone in the Market, had turned into shadows, just looking at him. Everyone except from Ipix. As Ipix slowly walked towards Greimort with his arm extended towards him, Greimort would let out a loud cry for help. Momentarily after everything around Greimort would appear to have stopped, as if time stopped altogether. It was then, that Greimort, would listen a voice calling out to him, and that voice would be heard louder and louder with each second passing.
"Greimort, wake up!!" he would hear and Greimort would sit up swiftly on his bed, sweating and breathing heavily. In the door, the eldest of the Angelaux children would stand, looking at Greimort with a concerned look on his face. "Amant? wh- what are you doing here?" Greimort would say, trying to make sense of the situation. Amant would quickly approach Greimort and would throw at him a linen shirt and a pair of trousers. "There's no time to explain, Father needs us. The sky turned black all of a sudden and it looks really bad. Mother is with Avronne and the two of them are escorting the staff into the shelter. Father is with Ejort outside gathering our troops. We need to find out more, before we move. That is up to me. I need you to go help father and Ejort." Amant would explain as Greimort got dressed. Even though Greimort was still young, he knew how to wield a sword and he was quite the prominent fighter. "I will go, right away, brother. Be careful." With those words, Greimort and Amant would storm out of the room, heading at opposite directions from each other. As Greimort ran out of the Manor's grand doors, he would look at the skies and stand still in shock and awe as people ran around him, trying to reach a shelter. Fire would fall from the skies, but Greimort found it impossible to move at the moment. He simply stood still and watched as A gigantic monster, resembling a Dragon flew in the skies, leaving nothing but death and darkness behind.
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