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12 days ago
Current I don't know where to even start when it comes to just how ruined my weekend has just become.
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14 days ago
Having jaw ache due to a lymphatic node swelling ain't fun.
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15 days ago
How you can help me today ? Quite simple: I need permit to enter A39. You should have been notified about it just recently.
19 days ago
I go to bed in search of sleep, but my cat is always quicker to find it there. Correlation or causality ?
21 days ago
I can confirm the ads issue. I suddenly got them in my own status, in the PMs list, in the status bar... Normally I keep adblock off in support of RPG, but this is unbearable at the moment.
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Welcome to my profile page!


Who the hell is this person behind those many miles of fiber optics and copper cable ?

  • I'm a 34 year old guy.
  • ... who's working as a software developer
  • ... and enjoys roleplaying as a casual hobby to distract himself from ongoing stress


And into which hell will I descend with you participating in one of my roleplays?

  • I'm a fantasy addict: medieval high and low!
  • I'd consider myself to be a low casual roleplayer, 3 paragraphs per post on average.
  • My schedule varies. It might happen that I won't be able to post at all for a week, but then again it might happen that I'll reach a sweet spot inside which I can go on a posting rampage. I'd say one can expect 1-2 posts a week from me, depending on the lengths involved.
  • English is not my native language, but so far I've not encountered anyone who had had trouble with me over that :)


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Vaughtar really tried to, but still all his silent effort ended in him still not being happy about what Rozalind had had to say.

"So you are essentially telling us to prepare for something we don't know yet. Then I honestly see no point in you ranting at us here. Neither will deafening us and driving us into defeatism by telling us how much we potentially sucked improve our physical prowess while we stand in this gym not execising nor will keeping us away from analyzing the recently collected information do the same thing in the intellectual realm. If you'd excuse me, please ?"

The gargoyle's voice was far from unfriendly even though it was -- as usual -- the very core of the definition of 'chesty' and 'roaring', but he walked away subtly exhibiting a certain stop-me-if-you-can attitude. The question now however was where to go -- and if Rozalind would decide to catch up with him and fire back, noticing the noticeably buckled metal gratings his steps left behind in the process. He planned to keep his implied promise and give himself an update on the research front, but afterwards there was another task pending: having a drink with Zesiro...
@Eyeris I'm very, very, very busy this week (not my fault...). Hope to finally get in a reply upcoming weekend at the latest!
Ever contemplated how honest a thief needs to be when a group is trying to stop a different thief?


You just put a competitor out of business via one of those few ways which are radical but still legal!

@POOHEAD189 Everything's fine with your post, but it remembered me of not yet having made the necessary adjustments to mine. However I probably won't find the time to do this until... wednesday evening at best.
I'm sure it was neither nor, but the real culprit is something else.

My theory is that there existed an ancient culture that was clever enough to design and use a calendar that actually can roll over and restart from zero (unlike modern calendars) so the folks coming long after them will have reason for pointless panicking and making movies which entirely consist of special effects even if they are not programmers for whose it's always a good reason for feeling agitated when something rolls over. And now that this event just occured we have to expect strange things like destroyed villages to happen just out of nowhere.

Now unfortunately there are two possible hidden variables...
First: IT'S ALL REAL!!!!
Second: OH MY... WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!
@cpldingo Dimitri has promised Vaughtar one of his mind-blowing mixtures. I could imagine my character and Hirsch making the entire sub an unsafe place :D
@POOHEAD189 Since my character has been in direct interaction with @Sypherkhode822's I'd like to ask for putting my post timer on hold until he has posted or has timed out. It'd be kinda unfair from me to just go on.
Dimitri has to make a certain gargoyle drunk. Really drunk. Really, really drunk.
I'm still alive.
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I think you missed some words, @The Fated Fallen. Also, just a quick reminder that Sett's still pulling the "I am a priest of all the gods" line, as well.

On an unrelated note, folks, who enjoys modern fantasy settings?


That highly depends on the details. I have done this a few times and currently am doing it in one instance, but like I said: details.
Vyzel had tracked the Sylvari as she left the building, his head slowly turning away from his table and his eyes going for the outermost corner they could reach. She probably had not been able to see it with her back facing towards him, but the Slayer's facial expressing had become more and more grim with each of her extremely fleet-footed steps. It appeared to the assassin that his companion had not yet exactly got the point when it came to staying below the attention level. The weather was a wet and horrible, the tavern's main hall dilapidated but still comfortable, she had just received her ordered meal and then... she went outside to eat it there ?

The man started calculating: From the point of view of group dynamics it would have been advisable to accompany her immediately, however from the aspect of not triggering even more eyes to greedily follow their tracks such a decision would have been catastrophic. Vyzel decided to stay and to continue eating as long as there was some of his own soup left. Normally the eight-foot man would have ordered another plate and possibly even another one after that, but in attempt to salvage whatever benign parts of the first impression he'd made on Eliza were left he overruled the needs of his body and heaved himself off the chair.

Vyzel didn't look around much. He approached the barman behind the counter and flicked some coins in his direction, then turned around and bowed beneath the doorframe in order to get through. The heavens still tried to drown the world, but at least he had his hood. It would have been possible to try and track her down by using the parameters he had been able to gather in the short time available. People wore different shoes (if any), made differently sized steps, had differetnly large feet and were of different weight. Depending on the properties of the ground below all of this could be used to distinguish between different footprints, but the mere fact that she had just told him where to find her spoiled the idea completely.

As Vyzel walked the few meters around the building towards the stables his mind became more and more engaged in thoughts about how superior she could be compared to him in many, if not most aspects. It would make the journey even more difficult, especially since coming into conflict was not much of an option given the nature of their objective. The huge man ducked below the crossbeam that supported the shabby roof and didn't notice the spiders Eliza had put there. After all -- for the ordinary eye -- the little animals remained quite passively while they were giving her an advance warning. On the plus side it had not been his intention to surprise her anyway.

"So here you are. Are you ready ? I'll prepare the horses." Vyzel had brought two horses with him, both being very large beasts marked by strength. Given her stature he estimated that she could ride all day on one of them, but he would have to try and manage a sparse resource called stamina. The slayer didn't just stand around while waiting for an answer. He got to work immediately and started to guide the two steeds out into the rain. Saddles were available and the driver of his wagon was quick to respond to him clapping his hands and waving. Better to start with many supplies than with few. They'd be on their own soon enough he thought.
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