♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first! ☃ – I’m not sure how our characters would meet. ☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people. ♛ – I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet… ★ – I’m intimidated by how much you write ☂ – I’m intimdated by how often you post ☾ – I don’t know how to approach you ☄ – I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING ☀ – I keep hoping you’ll message me first…
I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them.
He thought he was a goner. He should have died. The heat alone from the molten gold as it poured over his head but his whole body felt warm and the pain subsided once he fell unconscious. As he came to, he found himself left in the dirt, but not the Dothraki sea and no Dothraki structures were around. Just a bunch of people in strange outfits and some with….were those pointed ears? Viserys scrambled to get away from the person’s touch, feeling the hands pull the last bit of gold away from his head and he touched his head as a reaction, feeling hair and not hardened material.
“Where am I?” He asked, still trying to back up away from the strangers as the one who seemed like she was in charge looked towards a woman who was coming forth. She seemed to have a kind face but Viserys was not going to trust anyone and for a moment he swore he was looking at his sister until he focused on her features seeing her blue eyes and the pointed ears.
“I demand to know where I am” He repeated, his voice growing stronger as he tried to remain resilient in the face of so many unknown.
Goldnwulf 