Andreyich

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade - Dreamscape

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As the Paladin hit the ground his eyes closed, and a faint snore emanated from the man. He wouldn't be prepared for Heda's absence nor that of the dryad as his breastplate heaved up and down with great breaths and eyes moved rapidly with dreams.

Once more unto the breach.

The Tauren swung his totem and at this distance there was no parrying it. Fabios's sword flew out of his hand and he barely rolled out of the downwards smash. He jumped to a stand with plated fists outstretched, a display to which the bull man offered a laugh. "Your mistake, filth." A quick lunge let him land a punch to his foe's nose before he ducked under another wide swing of the totem. From his lowered position he made use of the Tauren's momentum to place both of his hands on his nose ring and pull as hard as he could. Fabios shuddered internally at the noise of the ring tearing out of the creature's face before he dived under the beast's left flank as it started swinging in a maddened rage. Seeing his opportunity the Knight hopped on his enemy's back wrapping one arm around its neck for stability. Satisfied with his grip he brought down the nose ring he was still holding into the depths of either eye, grinning as the bellows of anger changed to those of pain. Finally the vile thing collapsed with a glob of spit sent into its eye.

Fabios picked up his sword and turned to his next threat, a younger dark spear troll winding up to throw a namesake weapon. His long blade went to sever the weapon before a plated fist shattered the troll's right ear. Still alive the troll raised both arms defensively before his face, blood running down his cheek. "Please, mon! I just want to stop the fightin', I just want to go!" An amused look crossed the Paladin. The lad may or may not be genuine, but that didn't matter. He gave up the right to live the moment he stepped on the sovereign holdings of Kul'Tiras and Theramore. He squatted before the troll with a genuine look of mercy and sympathy as he would give to real people. Fabios smiled, before a swipe of his blade cleaved the invader in two. With that he went back into the melee, parries and ripostes, giving ground slowly to the endless invader. He turned at some point to see Lord Daelin fall, but there was no time for lamentation as a goblin explosive landed ever so close to him. The blast threw him aside and he lay concussed for a second or two to catch his breath. He arose, and met his first enemy, a quite large warrior of the new horde. The Tauren swung his totem and at this distance there was no parrying it. Fabios's sword flew out of his hand and he barely rolled out of the downwards smash.

He stopped, and everything stopped around him. The Knight took off his helmet, letting the more youthfully red hair he had in the dream world flow down on either shoulder. Well, he wasn't supposed to be here and he didn't want to be here. So, he could try to figure out why this was going on so damn long. The Knight laughed at this prospect and quickly unbuttoned the holster of one of his pistols. Gently placing the barrel to the roof of his mouth and pulled back the hammer. Fabios almost pulled the trigger, before he realized he had a bit of unfinished business here. Putting the weapon away, he decided to sprint towards his home. A chance to see the raven curls of Anastasia once more, the bright smile of Solomon.

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

I'll try to make a CS soon

Working Class Heroes – A Light-Hearted, Low-Powered Super-Hero RP

You have me hooked, I was thinking of "the beer belly" a guy getting powers from drinking

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade

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Fabios sighed at Heda's reply, wiping his face down as he stared at the sky. There was an itch at the back of his throat at the same time a few nasty memories surfaced. He half-listened to Heda, mildly annoyed at her response coupled with the lack of some nectar to drown his sorrows lead to a feedback loop of frustration. Moments ago the Knight was in good humour, but the sudden change might give those with him at least some insight to his volatile personality.

He spun from his position snapping back a retort at the Vrykul. "Right, we go away, and prance off to find your damn dragons what folk never see actually doing anything. Run off to death because you thought you could cheat the plans of the universe. Or perhaps you feel cheated and think you can get fair? No Heda, I might be your 'sub-type' as you so colourfully expressed, but I'm a man who sees right — not a sub-Vrykul to give you prestige. Remember the damn lesson of the Drust." Fabios realized already that he had made a mistake by starting his tirade, but it was too late to swallow his words. "Prance off, I won't stop you. But I'm here and I will stick with what I know, fighting evil and doing my Fatherland proud; maybe I'll make a better future by actually trying."

Looking at Heda Fabios traced her gaze to see the Dryad, to whom he looked with an upraised eyebrow. She seemed startled at being discovered and went hit a tree. The Paladin shook his head with disdain and shrugged as she suggested going to help the stricken stag-lady. He stepped out of the flowers, or at least he tried. Quite quickly he was struck by magics - a work of Cenarius to keep his "guests" no doubt - making him recoil. He only kept standing through will-power a few moments, enough to look at Heda before falling to his knees and placing a hand on her shoulder for stability. "Wake me up before he gets back." he said quite simply, before falling at last with a heavy thump.

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

I'm around, just busy.

Arbites okay? Or maybe a death cultist?

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

Subbed

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade

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Fabios raised an eyebrow as Heda clarified the distinction between human and Vrykul. Wasn't the plan that they give out as little information of their past - now the present's future - as possible? "Aye, and they'd do well to remember the tale of the Drust." Fabios muttered in annoyance. Beyond that he kept his silence, waiting for Cenarius to be gone until he spoke to Heda once more.

He cracked his neck as he looked to the sky in contemplation, humming a hymn under his breath. After a few stanzas he stopped, giving his thoughts to the Vrykul. "Well, at least we can say that travelling through time is possible, eh? I was always taught it would be unlikely for such to be possible, for alternating events of the past in even the most minute way would make the scenario under which you went back in time an impossibility, and thus all your actions would be annulled." The Knight paused to smooth out his hair, cursing under his breath as a paler one came out between his fingers. "Then there are two other alternatives. The first is that we were supposed to be here, our travel here cyclical as we set in motion the very events that brought us here by being here. The other, quite absurd, is that anything works because magics and the forces that be in this universe don't make any sense."

Fabios laughed a little, walking over to the flowers. "In that situation, I don't think going to the dragons will make a difference too large. But, I will listen to what you have to say, how will we reach these dragons?" Fabios queried, trying to put his finger tips past the border of the flowers.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Didnt Ryder White get scratched a lot without turning? Or the people who fought butchers

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade

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An eyebrow was raised at the laughter of the massive goatman, but the Paladin didn't bother commenting too much on it. Once Heda had a few bites of a chicken leg he likewise took one, though not bearing the same enthusiasm for his consumption. He scoffed as Cenarius inquired about the source of magic, with an amused roll of the shoulders. "Well, Lord, I don't think that's too surprising what with me not being an elf. Not me to tell a leaf-lover what to believe in but I'll stay away from that business if I can. No offence intended and all that.

He turned his head as Heda chastised him for his attitude, and leaned in to reciprocate a whisper. "You do realize folk like that can hear you? Even a normal elf would probably catch a word or two what with the knife ears, this one's thousands of years old with a lot of power. Anyway, I defend the world same as him and never ask for any respect."

Fabios considered what Cenarius said afterwards, and much like Heda felt a lot of surprised. He did not know nearly as much history as other folk of the world but he knew for certain that something wasn't quite right with the places and times the guardian was referring to. As Heda told him to not speak with names of locations, a gut feeling he didn't like came upon the Knight.

The Paladin was charismatic even if he said so himself, but he wasn't quite ready for how to respond. For now, he decided to switch to Thalassian when speaking to Cenarius so at least he would have some excuse for not properly being able to articulate things. "You do not have a word for the likes of me, or the powers I use, I believe." He said, his speech in the tongue of Night Elves imperfect in accent but of proper syntax. "Human, we are called in our language." he said while pointing to himself and Heda. As Fabios spoke, he couldn't help get the feeling that, if indeed they had gone to the past, then the fact his speech might be a more modern version of the elven language would stand out like a sore thumb. He could only hope that thanks to their longevity the knife ears didn't change it too much over time.

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

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A snore. "God damn Sarge and his god damn...." Another snore. "Fucking VA and their penny pinching cunts..." Still, despite his somnolent ramblings Don was actually sleeping quite well. He only had pleasant memories surfacing to make his dreams but this was more a curse than a blessing for once the old man awoke, he would only find his situation far worse by contrast. For many hours the old man stayed on the bench staying neatly near an escalator where security would be unlikely to see him, while shoppers would need too much effort to mosey over and accost him.

In general he was ready to wake up and leave at closing time so that he wouldn't have any nasty exchanges with security but today it seemed this wouldn't be the case. A loud scream made him jerk into an upright position and quickly into a stand. He went around the escalator to happen upon a scene that he wasn't quite ready for. There was some sort of fight with a guy and a woman trying to fight off two other guys. They looked... weird, to say the least. Rabid, almost, their skin's shade was off and even from here despite his age Don could see their eyes were not normal. But with his memory, Donny could not for the life of him remember where he had previously seen such a similar thing. A lot of people were around them, many with phones upraised to record the event. A few more community individuals stepped forth to help the couple against the assaulters but they seemed to have trouble keeping a grip on the people who were really, really relentless.

He watched from his little vantage point how the event was going down and the crowd was growing, not being quite surprised when security came in number to deal with the situation. Burly men in uniform grabbed hold of the freaks while a few more dispersed the crowd — or at least tried to. More or less safe the couple decided to go off from the scene, annoyed at all the publicity. As they left and passed by the old homeless man, he could not help but notice that the young man had a really nasty bit that went through his sleeve....

As the Veteran looked upon the leaving pair he also noticed a security guard coming to him. "You, it's closing time, I know you got nowhere to go and all but we got shit to deal with as you can see. Go on, scram."

"Ah fuck. Alright, yeah-yeah, I'm going." The hobo muttered, recognizing Davis. The security guard wasn't too unkind to him but he frequently interrupted his sleep which annoyed Don. He began to hobble away, until he caught glimpse of someone walking, no shambling towards Davis. "Yo uh..." he began, trying to warn the guy, who turned his attention to Don. "Watch out!" he said, but it was too late as he heard the crunch of teeth piercing clothing and flesh, then the angry yell of Davis. The guard turned bringing his shoulder to the jaw of the girl who bit him. This bought him space so he could get his baton, properly ready to deal with him. "Get the fuck out!" he yelled to Don who promptly did as commanded. The man was old but he knew when it was time to feel youthful in his legs and this was one of them. A lot of people were finishing their last purchases and closing their stores but for some reason the veteran felt that this was not the end of the story at Zemreaft mall.

Going past the sliding doors he shook his head, muttering faintly to himself about what the world was coming to and how it was different back in his day. For now he decided to go to the allies deeper in town, have a talk and maybe a drink or two with the guys. Lord knew he needed it now. A sigh came from the poor guy, sometimes optimism and rose tinted spectacles had their limits.