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10 days ago
Current visiting some people for a little while so will not be super active for a week or so
1 mo ago
the ad spam isn't that much of a problem in terms of covering content. but its a hurtful reminder that the many algorithms that decide what ads to serve think I am the kind of person to gamble
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1 mo ago
do it just don't spam
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2 yrs ago
All the things u thought were cool and good as a kid are actually cool and good. The snobby shit you learn as an adult is cringe, fake counterculture. Embrace reducing everything to infantile terms
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2 yrs ago
I'm a descendant of Charles the 5th of the Habsburgs but the only thing I inherited was the beautiful jaw
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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Oh boy. These have been unbelievably fun before but I'll wait to see who else signs up because I worry for longevity.
Still here, will try to post soon
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Hans looked at the Witch Hunter, awaiting a response, his eyes only now slowly properly adjusting to the new light. But he didn't have time to properly consider his situation as someone came from behind. Hans wasn't exactly prepared for this and was certainly on edge moments before that, and in a paradoxically organized panic drew the pistol he had cocked. He tried to make distance between himself, the newcomer and the people already present at the same time.

But it seemed the Witch Hunter wanted to ameliorate the situation, and in his weary state the lad was quite susceptible to a soft word of peace. First slowly, but then instantly he lowered his firearm and put it to the rightful holster with hammer lowered. Again the young man fanned both hands placatingly, saying without saying that he wanted no trouble. He went forth and sat himself down, speaking up. "Hans von Lipvig." he said, hoping that the von would carry some weight in not getting his throat cut.

"Don't know what this is, I'm just looking for somewhere to sleep the night, and work. This is a tavern right? Thought I could get the likes." Hans stated, leaning back in his chair as he was now used to by upbringing. Yet another man came in, and stated that the Witch Hunter was looking for help. The lad wasn't sure what to think of that and felt something in his stomach turn. He wasn't quite sure if prancing across the Empire to get ripped up by a Vampire was something he wanted.
The Confessor was... well, he was not particularly enjoying himself and this lack of enjoyment only multiplied as each knife or other improvised weapon he put about his person made walking a lot more uncomfortable. The threat of something sharp poking into your important bits because you moved your legs the wrong way, well, not quite pleasant at all! The Confessor walked by a particularly interesting confection and was ever so tempted to take a bite, but even if he could find space for it in his quota of indulgences he simply could not risk the possibility that some nasty business was in it.

Horacio walked onwards from the table, deciding he'd find something else to use his time on. He could of course break into prayer right into the midst of the place but well, as much as one shouldn't care for appearances when it comes to devotion to the God Emperor it would truly be unbecoming.

The aging man decided to busy himself by sweeping his glance across the scene to see the status of all the Sisters and happening upon that of Lisbeth, grinned. He sauntered over just as she was finishing with him, in that special quiet way older people can when aiming to discipline someone. As the man moved to stand up the Confessor gave him a bonk on the head with his rosarius, a bit of incense coming out to also choke the man as he struggled for breath. "Oh dear me, I do apologize. Your lordship please let me help you arise!" Horacio said, offering the man a hand which he was perhaps unwise to refuse. A knee came to his nose which flattened across his face and the Confessor gave a partially mock stumble, imitating the elderly clumsiness he knew too well. In this stumble he dropped one of the knives he stashed away, the keen monomolecular edge falling down to pin the Baron's hand to the ground. Satisfied with the effect, the Priest squatted down beside the fellow and brought his head up to rest on his shoulder as quite suddenly Horacio embraced the man and even caressed his back.

"There-there…." he whispered. "I know you're not a bad man, but you're a bloody daft fellow if you thought you could try to solicit lewd acts from a Sister of Battle without repercussions. So I will tell you how it will go from here. You repent, you give alms, you lead an upstanding life being fair to your peasants and leading them by example in piety while distinguishing yourself from the other nobility by the very same piety. You will thus prosper and be smiled upon by the Emperor for - at heart - you most likely aren't a bad man. You can of course ignore my advice, but your life expectancy would thus be that of a babe upon a skewer in flame. Good day, citizen; Emperor guide your hand." Work finished, Horacio retrieved the knife and went decided that much like the Sisters he would now seek rest.

The man waddled to his abode, not particularly bothering to undress as he dropped into his bed with thoughts racing. He was not sure of what forces were present here, so as a forethought he barricaded his door before giving it a few blessings. He made sure to organise a few notes to be ready to ask the so called Saint a few questions and he made sure to clean his weapons in preparation for all sorts of nefarious possibilities of the nature of the lass. Time passed as he considered all possibilities and he wasn't even aware as his eyes shut and he fell asleep.




Quite serenely, the Confessor woke. He rose with a stretch, looking back as his hat fell off of his head. He placed thing back into his head after splashing some water on his face, feeling well rested. He sat down with a data slate for some quick reading until his eyes caught sight of what time it was. Not believing them right away he rubbed them and once making sure it really was time, Horacio smashed aside his improvised barricade with his power maul and ran on to meet the other Sisters.

Reaching them just as he was in his last breaths, he greeted them cheerfully. "Top of the morning, Sisters!"





Fabios Odyssean







Location: Red Flight Home Caverns - Chambers of Alexstrasza





Pleasantly surprised at the effectiveness of his assault, Fabios went to the dead thing to retrieve his embedded falchion and place it in the corresponding sheath. He gave an appreciative salute at Heda's praised, flourishing his two handed sword as it too went into it's appropriate sheathe.

The Knight then turned to Alexstrasza, raising an eyebrow. He was vaguely aware who she was, and was quite surprised at just what a lineup of notable figures he had already experienced in his short trip to the past. The Paladin kept his silence for a moment as the dragon spoke, and sighed.

"No, I'm not willing. I'm tired, I'm angry, I need to go home, I want to see my fatherland once more I want to lay flowers on the graves of the fallen I want out." He stated, shaking his head. "But... I'm less unwilling to fight for you than for that hoofed bastard. You have me sword."
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Posted, may we all get a hee-hee and ha-ha from Hans entering the tavern by a million to one chance
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