Orian heard the conversation, but when he tried to reply, no words came out. after seven grueling tries, he finally managed a small grunt, signifying he was still alive, and needed help.
(BTW, I'm the guy who started the thread, i made an account :D)
Orian weakly took a bite of the herbs, and instantly felt better. After eating the remainder, he said,Thanks! It's been a long trip, and I just ran out of energy entirely.
Well, my name's Orian, he said, and I'm here looking for a home. I was cast out from my previous clan. I'd rather not talk about it.
Thanks! could you direct me to the nearest alchemy room? Orian said, cheerfully.
You know, alchemy... Orian replied. the thing where you make potions, and other useful stuff...don't you have those?
Orian looked at the shop, and thought for a moment before saying, well, I think I can work with this. is it alright if I alter it quick, so i can do some alchemy in there?
Orian dashed in, wondering what the noise was all about. when he noticed the two-leg footprints on the ground, he said fearfully, oh god. they're here. i can't let them do this...oh god.... as he said this, his green markings gave off an almost terrified pulsing.
ok. by the way, this may hurt your eyes to look at, so...you may want to look away. Orian pulled a small vial full of blue liquid out of his satchel, and drank it. what happened next appeared to be duplicates of him, running around the shop and doing various tasks, but in a few moments it was over, and the shop looked completely different. Potion of speed, he explained.
Orian, unnoticed by the crowd, slipped away to his shop, and after making several potions, began to leave in search of the missing members, following the footprints of the twolegs.
oops ok got it
Orian wandered through the woods, wondering where these twoleg footprints were going. As he turned around a bend, he heard a snap, and a gruesome pain in his left front leg. He had stepped into a trap. oh no. he said, desperately reaching for his alchemy bag.
Excuse me? Orian's marks began to glow brightly in anger. Listen, I have to work on this, so would you mind your own business and stop accusing me of being a drug addict?
Orian heard them coming. He knew there was almost no chance of survival. As they laughed and spoke in their language, Orian played dead in the trap. When he felt himself being lifted, he gave off a blinding green flash of light, then attempted to run off...
Orian ran blindly through the brush. He was panting hard, and almost out of energy. oh god, no... he said got himself as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade. A few seconds later, his eye closed and he knew no more.
OOC: No, im not shot. I got tranquilized.
Orian woke in a small plexiglass box. He looked around for a few moments, then realized that escape was impossible.
He sat in the corner, and watched helplessly as more and more of his clanmates were brought in.
He soon drifted off to sleep, depressed and alone.
Orian woke up in a different place.
He didn't know where he was, or why there were twolegs backing away from him.
Then he noticed his height difference.
He looked downwards, and upon seeing what he had become, blacked out.
Hello person who is reading this!
My name is Orian, and I recently joined tidalclan.
At present, I am a small hybrid with a taste for magic and science.
But that's about to change, because I have been transformed by the twolegs into an unknown creature.
Here's where you come in:
What should I be?
I was thinking some sort of robot, but I wanted other opinions on this.
Thanks!
A few months later...
there, it's complete. the shop was indeed finished, ready for use in magic and science.
What is that
Hmm. That could work.
Any other ideas?
If not, I'll do that.
