//Okay guys, here’s the deal: I spilled soda all over my main laptop, so right now, I’m stuck on my school laptop, which is a tiny thing with like 2 gigs of memory. that means that anytime i try to work extensively on tumblr, i run out of memory, so account hopping is nigh on impossible right now.
HOWEVER
I just ordered my new computer like… twenty minutes ago. It should be here in a week, so in the mean time, I’m only going to be maintaining my main blog and skype, when i have the memory to run both at once. When my new laptop comes in, I’ll be on here, Melchiah, and Desperaticn to work on their drafts.
//ive been mia im sorry ok ive been on ESO or sleeping one of the two.
the damnedest thing im not even doing much noteworthy shit on ESO. so far my hobbies consist of jumping off ungodly high places bc that fuckin wall was in my fuckin way, running around areas way above my level, and using emotes in strange places.
seriously i was in the lvl 40 desert zone in the asscrack of nowhere sitting in a chair. just sitting there. no sign of civilization around.
it would be more entertaining if there were more people running around that zone... not just the dumbass lvl 10 here.
then i managed to stand on the side of a sheer wall and stood there tossing a coin. one guy came up and stared at me like three times.
“Believe me, Turel, I’m well aware of this fact. But think of it as… ah, preserving our assets.”
Melchiah stepped around him with his words, putting himself between Turel and the point of interest. The wind was harsh, howling across the barren landscape, whipping their banners around them as if it meant to tear them off. Would that it could. Melchiah had his hands up to calm him, or block him from going further—if it came to that.
“It’s going to storm soon. That way, if they lead us too far, there’s no reliable shelter—“ And that, he thought, was the plan. Attack before the rain came, lead them into the open of— “It will be a downpour, and it will hurt more than your pride will if you let them go.”
The air was thick with humidity and the smell of rain, not unlike they were submerged in it. Pinpricks of pain dotted his decaying flesh as the humidity rose, unrelated to the crackle of energy in the air. Nosgoth’s rains were acidic, uncommonly so, and it would eat through undead flesh faster than water alone. It was an unfortunate side effect to blotting out the sun.
“With a little luck, they probably won’t make it back to their stronghold before it starts. We can search for them afterwards.” When it came down, the ash would come down with it, and it and the acid would eat away at the scent trail they left behind. This group was smarter than some, he thought.
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