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We all know our characters don't go into comas when we log off. The world marches on with or without us and for some, that's what makes games so immersive. When a dragon fights a giant in Skyrim, or when the entire orc hierarchy mixes up in Mordor, the world reveals itself to be a living place and isn't just there to serve our whims.

So give us all some paragraphs of what your character does when their user is sleeping or working. I'll submit my own separately but I'm about to leave for work.
[ Lady Kyna Shadowcrest | The Matriarch | Aveline the Shieldmaiden ]
Posted Jul 17, 17 · OP · Last edited Jul 17, 17 by The Matria...
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I don't know if paragraphs are required for Torvim. He lives a pretty simple life. It can easily be assumed that he is writing, napping, fishing, or drawing when I am not online.
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I don't know if paragraphs are required for Torvim. He lives a pretty simple life. It can easily be assumed that he is writing, napping, fishing, or drawing when I am not online.
The idea was to stretch your creative juices. Aren't you the resident storyteller? Tell a story!
I'll show you how it's done :)


The Matriarch sighed as she reordered her personal underground library in the wake of a holiday. All of her students have fled the premises for celebration and all manner of merrymaking. The place is a mess as it seemed many of them just left their books and studies right where they were in order to flee to the markets. This was not the truth of course, without maintenance, plenty of papers just get left behind.

She doesn't mind the work, but it still is just work and wishes she had more of an excuse to leave as her students do. As it is, she feels that she is the last line of defense against some forces that seek to destroy her following. Her people are considered heretics by certain groups, yet she only wishes them to be safe.

All she ever wanted to do was learn, yet it seems that all anyone else wants to do is fight.

After dusting off the now clear tables of abandoned studies, she retreated her to office. She cracked open a previously bookmarked tome of vitae, the energy of life. The Matriarch had been studying the various life forces of the universe and how it flows and changes, and seeks to manipulate it for her own purposes. There was a quicker way to find the secrets to this magic, but she's already made that mistake once. In her newfound immortality she decided to take the long road to knowledge; the proper way. Less death, and less blood. Ironic considering her propensity for blood magic and necromancy. It isn't the power she seeks, just the knowledge thereof. She's always embraced the forbidden, and never denies any learning to her students. Instead she simply puts a sort of 'time wall', certain magics she won't let students touch until they're several years into her academy.

A couple of hours later, she practiced martial arts in what would normally be referred to as a courtyard, if there were any sky to be seen. She usually does this in private, she's grown tired of students' clumsy come-ons and feels free to shed some of her clothing where the air flows more smoothly. Just her jacket, so that she can feel the air flow through her arms as she swings and punches at wooden dummies.

After her energy is spent, she takes to her private quarters and studies herself to sleep. It's not likely she'll even remember what page she was on, but she'll have a general idea as the next day takes her.

[ Lady Kyna Shadowcrest | The Matriarch | Aveline the Shieldmaiden ]
Posted Jul 18, 17 · OP
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Dinthoqaf pulled himself into the tucked away cavern network, his proceedings carefully laid out and his avenue of choice so picked that even if he had been followed, the chances of its success would be rather limited due to the amount of time it would take coupled with the series of constant back tracking and even mumbling he did that would give off the appearance of simply being a crazed man as he went. On either accord, he'd end up nestled within one of the deepest recesses of the cavern network, its hard grey walls refined and smoothed, its floor redone and treated to be even and properly adorned with various darkened tiles to give it a fathomless atmosphere.

No, Din had retreated here after a long day of trivialities and hardships, his energy exerted but despite his absence and lack of energy, a bed was no where in store here. His weary legs carried him on to a dark desk in the corner of the room, various bookshelves and of course their intended occupants littered the walls before and around him, giving off the studious appearance of a man in learning and study, which, truthfully he was. In fact, upon his desk and the very one he opened to begin looking upon was such a book with a blackened leather skin and hide, its texture rough but oiled; treated to fight the ravages of time for quite some time before repairs and maintenance would be required further more. In a blood red print, the likes of which weren't necessarily alien but certainly foreign if not entirely made up.

Din now hummed as he looked upon it , seeing it in its rightful place. He'd close his eyes while he worked to undo the laces to his gloves and then along with it dispatching the set and his coat both onto the back of his chair in which he took. His head shook, looking at the tome before him before he withdrew another from the side drawer, laying it open to an inked black image of Kzarka, the Lord of Corruption. His burn scar addled fingers rolled over it as if he expected something to change, touching the image as if he were the image of his lover, a testament quite far from the truth though the implication remained before he shook his head and began to transcribe the book into whatever language it was in the opposite. Pen in hand as well as Inkwell nearby, he would write and work, letting the hours and flow of time move beyond him out in the world that encased his network. No sleep would be garnered for the man, he had to much to do, in far to little time and the raw determination of his desire played in a theater of emotions with each word that he transcribed.
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Malreda paced slowly in her clinic, looking up as she saw a man clutching a small bloodied boy come her way. The healer sprung into action immediately, lowering the boy to the examination table.

Malreda breathed deeply and put her staff aside, she cupped her hands together and they began to glow blue, she moved them above the small frame slowly, paying extra attention to the serious wounds such as the large stab wound in the boy's stomach.

The healer concentrated fully, sealing each wound. When she finished the boy was clear of injuries...

Malreda held her head and put a hand on the table, her young face pale from the energy that was taken from her, she watched as the father of the boy tried holding her up by her arm.

The boy soon awoke and was lifted into a hug by his father which caused Malreda to smile wearily, watching as the two left after thanking her.

She didn't know why she felt the need to help, but she did it anyways....
Posted Aug 11, 18 · Last edited Aug 12, 18
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