The Dark Tower

Is it too late to create a character?

Bliss’s eyes flutter open, the morning sun streams through the curtain less window in the room (in a run down looking inn named ‘The Roaring Lion’, apparently, though the front of the inn claimed that it is in fact called ‘Te Roing Lon’) that she had unwillingly rented for the night. The reason for this was because of the downpour of rain that had made her look as if she were a drowned rat, the night before. With a slight grunt she throws her bed sheets to the ground and stretches her arms above her head, yawning widely before running a hand through her disarray of black hair. Her eyes scan the small, box bedroom; in one corner sits a wooden stool, a desk beside it, the only other piece of furniture is the bumpy bed she is sitting on, the walls are a urine yellow, sickening to the eye. Bliss stands up groggily and turns to the small basin of water that sits on the desk. She examines the contents warily – the water looks dirty – before shrugging slightly and splashing the cooling liquid on her face.
After pulling her freezing armour over her head, she’d never really taken it off since she had gotten it, she felt vulnerable without it, and also buckling her sword around her waist and slinging her bow and arrows over her shoulders, she strides from the room and down the crumbling stairs that lead to the bar downstairs. She nods to the inn keeper, tossing a few coins to him before walking out of ‘Te Roing Lon’, inhaling the fresh morning air and sighing in delight as she hears the tweeting, and singing birds, letting a familiar calmness wash over her before heading in any direction, wondering what events the day have in store for her.

no its not too late to join. Also remember that we need all of our characters to meet sometime.

Matt~~

It was an odd feeling knowing you were dead. Knowing that you would never get to tell someone thank you, or drink a cup of coffee. It was trippy. But what was really trippy was waking up after being shot in the head.

The grass tickled my face as I struggled to stand. Blood rushed to my head and the small patch of the world I could see in front of me began to spin. I felt my knees tremble and the floor hit me in the face. I cursed and tried to stand again. When my world stopped spinning for the second time I saw that I was not in a hospital, my original thought. I was in a small meadow surrounded by trees that never seemed to stop. I sighed and looked at the ground.

My mind saw something that I did not fully recognize. There were flattened spots of grass all around where I had been laying. It took me a second but then I grasped it. There had been five people around me. I let out another sigh and started walking in a random direction.

The trees were sparse but the shade they provided was complete. I looked up and saw massive trees. Their tops disappeared in the clouds and their branches laced together to form a blanket the kept all sunlight from reaching the forest floor.

I was so busy admiring the trees I didn't even notice the change from forest to town. Small buildings now stood where trees had been.

The first thing I noticed was that the buildings were made in the waddle and daub style I'd seen in Arizona and Colorado by the Native Americans, but I wouldn't have thought it would have been common in this sort of environment. The second thing was the smell. The acrid irony smell of blood assaulted my nose and made me gag. The smell had always made me sick, and now the smell was overpowering. I staggered over to a wall and barfed.

"Don't like the smell of blood?"

*Anyone can pop in*

“Don’t like the smell of blood?” There’s a humorous tone to her voice as Bliss looks up from the slaughtered deer laying limp in front of her crouched figure. After walking idly for about ten minutes she had become hungry, and not having much money for food decided to kill a deer. She watches the man retching and vomiting, her head tilted to the side before she turns her attention back to her meal, and returns to skinning it.

Her armour is splattered with the animal blood, though it doesn’t seem to bother her. After she has finished skinning it, she starts cutting it up into pieces and laying it on a long flat stone she had found, before standing, wiping her hands on her knees and looking around for any fallen branches or the likes that she could cook her meal with.

Her eyes fall on the man who had vomited again, and she chuckles lightly.

“You hungry?” She motions her hand towards the mass of blood next to the stone, and the slices of meat she was planning on cooking.

~Esa~

"I'll have some bacon." I told the innkeeper, who nodded, smirking a bit. I was used to people smirking at me so I thought nothing of it. My red hair made my nose itch and I put it behind my ear. It really was too early for this, having spent all night mastering a particular form of magic. It’d taken me a few weeks to finally get it down and I was exhausted and famished. And that power surge this morning, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep because of my curiosity—a side effect of traveling with Keith, my master.

“I could’ve sworn you told me you were just passing through.” The barkeep/innkeeper said, with that smirk. I made my green eyes flash playfully.

“There are several definition to that phrase, Nurae.” The man gave her a wide smile. Without really knowing it, but knowing it all the same (subconscious’s are fun), I was studying his muscles for any sort of tenseness. None. He was completely comfortable talking to me, which was always a good thing.

“You’ve been here for a fortnight and a day, lass.”

“Maybe I just like your company.” With a roll of his eyes, he gave me the bacon, which a practically inhaled. After paying for the small meal and biding the man goodbye, I started out the door, staff in hand.

The pants I’d worn, designed to look like a dress when I was all but riding and running, brushed the ground as I headed for the stables.

“My horse.”

“Of course,” The stable boy said, and retrieved my mare, Dawn. She was incredibly built, fast, sturdy, and with a great endurance. Her mane and tail were the color of dried blood, and her hide an off-white. I swear that she is more spirited than any stallion I’ve ever seen. After paying the stable what they were due for the night’s lodging, I mounted her bareback with only a rope bridal. Dawn loathed saddles and would never let me put them on her so I’ve learned to ride like this.

“Come on, Dawn, we have something to look into.” And we were off.

Matt~~

I walked over to the girl and sat down, "Blood never bothers me this much. I don't know why its so potent here."

"Here?"

"Yeah. I don't really know where I am."

*sorry its short*

She raises an eyebrow, hurry around and looking for wood as he talks, but turns as he says this, "Then why 're you 'ere if you don' know where you 're?" She laughs slightly, as she carries a pile of wood and timber to where he's sitting, sitting beside him and taking two of the sticks, rubbing them together rapidly trying to start a fire.
*That's ok, I'm gonna be quite short for the next few minutes too. o_x*

Matt~~

"I don't know" I paused, "I think I'm dead."

"Oh..."

I watched her trying to start the fire with the sticks and laughed, "here, let me try."

I built a tee-pee of small sticks and then put larger ones over it. I took out a crumpled sheet of paper and lit it on fire with the lighter I randomly carried with me. Using the paper I lit up the smaller sticks until there was a well sized fire going.

"How did you do that?"

I laughed, "Magic." but when she seemed to take me seriously I corrected myself, "its called a lighter. Theres gas and a spark hits it when you hit the roller."

i tossed it to her and she played with it for a bit before tossing it back, "neat."

She chuckles slightly after tossing the lighter back, though it slightly confused her, she looks at him, whilst digging in a back that's attatched to her belt, "Dead you say?"
"Yeah."
"Where is i' you said you come from?" She says as she takes a small pan from the back and laying it ontop of the fire, then taking the slices of meat and resting them on the pan.

Xadrian

(That is an interesting fact....how are we planning on doing this, boys and girls? Are we all supposed to meet?)



In a small cabin in the woods, a man jerks to attention. There are people in the forest, but more then that- there are people in the forest close to his home. He glances up as he hears them, gray eyes holding wary curiosity and interest, but no real malice. They weren't making an attempt to be silent, that was for damn sure, which meant one of two things. Either they were there with foul intent and very, very bad at their jobs; or they were harmless.

Brushing a few strands of hair back that have escaped from their plait, he steps outside the small cabin and allows a hand to rest lazily on the hilt of the weapon at his side. Cat-silent steps take him down to the ground from the porch, moving cautiously into the wilderness beyond, towards the obvious voices and footsteps.

(Anyone can reply to this, of course. ^^)

i dont know... maybe we should all be taken to a court to see if we are spies...

Matt~~

"I come from America. Which is obviously very far from here seeing as you still use swords."

"What did you use?"

"Guns, tanks, missiles, plains, god knows what else."

"We have guns."

"Not like ours."

"Did you know how to use these weapons?"

"I can use my fists, but nothing else."

Sounds interesting.....

She tilts her head to the side, "'Ow strange."
"This world is strange..."
"I don' think yer dead." She states, as she fumbles in her bag and takes out a plate, tipping the cooked meat onto the plate and offering it to him, "Are ya hungry? Oh, 'n I'm Bliss." She smiles crookedly, still offering the plate of meat out to him.

Matt~~

"Im starving. And I'm Matt"

I smiled and took the plate, looking at the deer skeptically. I picked up a piece and slipped it into my mouth, smiling as the meat melted in my mouth. It was actually quite good.

"so..."

She smiles, "'Ello Matt." And then takes some meat straight from the pan, tossing it between her hands and blowing on it to cool it down before sticking it into her mouth and chewing, savoring the taste, before picking up another piece and doing the same, "So what?"