Alastair Wylder's Page

(Thanks to all those involved, epic ass RP that had been working up to this point for weeks, and more to come Im sure!)

The forest of the Wilds seemed extra quite and still as Alastair made his way down the path, a quick gate - he walked toward his target, not straying or stopping for any passing travelers. He was tasked with a special mission, a delicate one and carried sentimental gifts now discarded. As he thought on recent events, it was as if Gaia's creatures, the trees, the ferns c… Continue

Mormegil smirked "it seems I got company" The Saytr Dyisi twirled her staff nimbly before jabbing it down into the flooring to lean into it comfortably. "Mayhaps... or this is but a dream."

Alastair spoke smoothly toward Mormegil “Indeed” moving his white jacket to the side to see how many throwing daggers he had lined up, and waiting for Kyra, as he would do nothing unless asked, but he would guard.

Mormegil looked at the lycan "did you eat enough bones for today watchdog?” Alastair narrowed… Continue

"This land changes as quickly as the seasons" - Alastair thought inwardly as his feet tread the sandy shores of a place that once use to be a apart of Tarrund, and now was just a barren scape of short beach grasses. He mulled over all the events of past days and weeks, as his boots kicked up the sand lazily, leaving a long trail behind him as he worked his way down the shore - his eyes cast out to the horizon where a massive landscape had risen up. It had been some time since he paid attention p… Continue

A dark skinned elf with black hair approached the magic school with much on his mind. Alastair had been roaming the land of Ambrea on a mission since escaping the hold of the Northvengr. He remained as illusive as possible, only speaking to people as required - keeping his distance and ensuring personal space. Fortunately the number of people he had encountered didn't know his elven form and looked past the strange burn around his neck, almost an acid or allergic rawness to it which betrayed the… Continue

This life was crewel - it was like waking up to a world that was already predetermined, a play complete with a script and all the actors - and then Alastair. Lead to his own novel, and yet never provided with his back story, not given his lines.. missed his chance to meet his fellow comrades in this long drawn out adventure. He felt similar to a new born, except with the grown body of a man, the mind fully developed - a piercing head ache as he looked around an unfamiliar room which had in ways… Continue