The Grey Dust

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: On the merry path to Mordor?
Interacting with: Cyneburg, & the Boys (Ntaj & Keystone).

From the Primal tongue,
Language of the ancient ones,
Supernal the voice of the gods,
Mother of all that is spoken,
common, elvish, dwarven, dragon,
goblin, ork, giant, and gnome,
There the tower lies sundered,
and so the word is broken.

Ntaj's use of elvish was... Surprising. And surprisingly well spoken compared to his common. Although the bar wasn't set too high on that, then again, Thomas' use of Dwarven was akin to Ntaj's common. The dwarven tongue was not quite the most pleasant of languages to the untrained ear. Compared to elven which flowed a bit better than the guttural runes of the bearded folk.

{"You surprise me Ntaj, Then there is not much I can offer as your elven may surpass mine!"} A joyous exclamation, as a joke shared between two companions may in their secret tongue. Not barring that the others did not know elven, but if such was the case, perhaps they could all speak elven through the entirety of their three days. Turning to Cyneburg who had chimed in "I would also be grateful for it, two teachers are better than one, who knows, maybe I'll be able to hold a conversation between the three of us yet." A smiling hopeful Thomas beamed like the radiant sun, his cosmic self projecting outwards to illuminate the warmth he felt compared to the coldness earlier. And yet the comeuppance of a scholar in a lot of pragmatics came.

In the form of something uncouth.
So very uncouth.

In drunken stupor, that just happened. So immaculately portrayed that nothing more could be said. For what more could be spoken of an inebriated belch that made Altas himself shrug? Or at the very least Thomas nearly fall back down in the glorious minutes of Keystone's symphony. Although had Thomas known of Keystone's musicality, he should be more than pleased to experience the burp from the man's mouth, than to appreciate what could come out from the other end of his rather boisterous trumpet. Better to take 1d8 Sonic damage than to take a critical. Or something like that in the roleplaying games Thomas used to play with his friends back home, until he found out he was an actually wizard, or rather a sorcerer.

"Yes, but I didn't quite catch that." A good sport about it and fixing his hair. The sorcerer was obviously dancing on the ice of not being murdered by one of three people left in this six persons party. It was going to be some pretty tense travelling. It was best to just keep in the company of Cyneburg and Ntaj for as much as possible. Maybe Thomas should leave the group at their destination.

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Well, here they were. A tavern, the start and end of any classical adventure. And sometimes the continuation of them, as the tenders were a awfully good source of information. They seemed to have an excessive memory, often remembering every last person that went in and out of their place and town. Offering such details as if in some guard's fantasy. Else they would be completely and utterly useless in the means of information. But since Kyra and Keystone seem to be leading this thing, for now it was just best to shuffle along and head on in.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lucius Cypher

That's fine. I think I'll be good on the counter to wait a bit.
Welcome back, glad you're okay :)

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I'll get a post tomorrow late afternoon perhaps?
A bit to Keystone, an Cyne.
Question is do we want to play out the full travel-walk or?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Yellow brick road
Interacting with: Kyra, Ntaj

The crossroads weave,
Two enter, two leave,
Off on their own run,
Into the rising sun.

It was time to go, the question was with who? Thomas could try it alone, but given the nature of the path, although others had left as well, slipping away in the early hours to who knows where. Frankly there were only a few of them left now. The Elf had gone, the other archer disappeared too. So from their original party, only the leader trio, Satilla, Ntaj, Cyneburg and Thomas remained. And if Thomas left, then it would just be the six of them, well more if you count their animals. Kyra made it a point to take charge, given Sana's listlessness and Keystone seemed to be asking about the merchant or something their party had earlier, some engagement Thomas was not aware of nor privy to. Either way, if the Orcs wanted them all gone, it was probably best to comply, albeit sticking around to charge himself for a few more spells might do well if they encountered any more undead on the road ahead given that they were already one fighter down. Sort of, Sana really shouldn't be fighting in her state, but with three brawlers, it would be on Thomas and Kyra to take care of any threats from a long range. And despite all he's done they've manage to not kill him yet so, he did owe it to them to stay.

"Okay then, if she's completely tuckered out magically speaking, I've got a little something that might help. Although it might not work on the something else. I didn't have much of a lesson on bardic magic. In theory it works in similar ways to wizard magic, like how wizards will have some evocations to some spells and movements, bards often have some movement too with their instruments but this is more of an analogy really I mean not all wizards wave wands or shoot fireballs from their staves... -" Once on the topic of spellcraft and theory, Thomas was unable to keep his mouth shut from Kyra, who had answered his question rather than Ntaj... " -... but such a simplistic view of magic and the dissection of the art into three components is often frowned upon, I mean for example a spell that takes an hour to cast produces a shallow hole in soft earth and involves a material of a spade, movements of digging motions with the spade into the earth, and some vocal noises of exertion."

Thomas beamed a playful smile trying to tell an intellectual magic joke to Kyra, before realizing he probably just annoyed her and excusing himself back to the relative comfort of Ntaj's side.

"Hey Ntaj, mind if I walk with you? Could you teach me some orcish too? I could teach you some elven if you want. My dwarven's rather basic so I can't teach you that."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lady Amalthea

Ah Okay, missed it between the paragraphs lol.
Been reading too many protocol presentations.
My Apologies, I'll try and get a post tomorrow morning.
Too drained right now to even being using my last neurons XD

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lady Amalthea

I'm a bit stuck with Ntaj and Thomas, any particular way you care to resolve the last bit Thomas' conversation?
Or should I just have Thomas sort of go on his way?

The Twelve Labours: General Discussion

@shylarah

Actually, I might have two ideas regarding what you may feel was/is missing.

Closure.

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

I almost want to enter as a rather tongue-in-cheek character...

A reality-warping entity from modern fantasy...
With powers that rip apart the very fabric of the world...
A being that exists upon dimension beyond the understanding...
Like how a three dimensional object ripples the two dimensional world...
Now from the higher plane, far secret and deranged, manifests the manifold...
The Singularity that is known as...

Mitchell.

Mitchell, who with fingers at the keyboard, writes himself into existence, a hero of his own tale, the playwright turned actor.
And uses the complexity of fourth-wall interactions to mock the very nature of the game he was invited to play, leaping from OOC to IC as easily as navigating the webpage. And there Mitchell writes the infinite recursion of how Mitchell controls himself.

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Presented as an average human male in the roleplay, who roleplays on the RPG and uses the RPG to puppeteer his own actions. Erasing mistakes by post edits, escaping into the OOC to avoid IC issues (at which I'd actually have to post that Mitchell is posting on the OOC in the IC...) and all sorts of whacky Roleplayed roleplayer roleplaying a roleplayed roleplayer roleplaying the roleplayed roleplayer.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Cave, not Forest.
Interacting with: Ntaj

The time has come,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes and trips and battle-axe,
Of skeletons and kings,
And why water is freezing cold
And whether Orc can sing.

"Oh morning Ntaj. Uh, I guess." Robes a bit wetted by the sudden deluge, and thankfully nothing too precious ruined in his satchel, taking a swing of his bag around his shoulder Thomas unfolded himself from his dampened seat. A spell or two, probably just enough for one cast, with just enough trace sunlight peeking through to charge his body for a cast. Usually Thomas required at least till noon to prepare his cosmic attunement, breathing in and out in an almost trance-like state as he focused on the echoes of his distant kin. But it seemed from earshot, the chief wanted them out. Not as much to make peace perhaps but rather to get this rapscallion band of rag-tag merry adventurers out of their encampment. Because they seemed to bring trouble in the form of a bloody smudge.

It was a shame they didn't entrap it. The Crimson Death, now that Thomas had time to properly recall the obscurities. It was time to get his head back into this whole adventuring thing, although judging by the number of not friends he made within the party, it was probably better to stop off at the village they were going to and part ways. At least Ntaj was there. "So, why the sudden rush? Thomas inquired of Ntaj as Thomas surveyed the packing frenzy, deciding the help pick up any items left on the ground around them. Pointing a finger at the objects and guiding the invisible hands which picked them up and gathered what he could in a rather magey way. A mage hand was only useful for unattended non-magical objects, else it would have been great to pick up Keystone's thrown weapon, but clearly to harm the creature it had some magical property right?


"Do you think I should offer Sana another stamina potion? I mean last time it didn't go so well but it might be just what she needs now..."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Flooded Cave.
Interacting with: Water

Is water wet? True, that water was covered and saturated with itself, however are the boundaries so clear?
Can something that cannot ever be not wet truly be wet? Where does the water end and water begin?
The many mysteries of water.

The wall on the border melted. Glorious ice turning into fleeting water, cold water which did not creep its way through the camp, but rather like a small tsunami engulf it all. Quite a startle to the skin, and certainly soaked his robes, to which Thomas sprang up from his seated meditation. A quick note of the ice wall having melted down explained it all, he probably should have had melted it all down earlier, the heat to evaporate all the waters. But all magic seemed to have a price, and the price for protection was, as it appeared being completely chilled by ice water.

Perhaps it would be a good time to take leave. The fire's out, and Sana seems to be awake from what Thomas could see so far off from the group. That or Keystone was just doing his morning callisthenic lifts with a person.