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So does this put us at five now?
EldritchOne said
I tended to make it variate between perspectives, from her perspective she sounds normal, from other peoples she sounds quite accented. Recently I decided just to drop it and keep the accent full time.also sorry for the wait, I'll get something up in the next couple of hours.
Ah, that makes more sense.
I'm probably going to wait until Eldritch makes Nocturne do something. Gives me some time to get a few other things done as well.
And... did she always have that accent? I don't remember reading it...
And... did she always have that accent? I don't remember reading it...
Should I go and write up a description of the injury so y'all can use that without me having to run around saying what it is and isn't?
EldritchOne said
Alrighty, I may edit it if I have time, I just figured given she has had an arrow stuck in her for a while now and the resultant bleeding from that arrow will have mess around with her a bit in terms of blood loss and woozyness. I didn't really think it was fatal, only that it'd be easier if she just did the healing in the Inn.
Yeah, that part's right.
But Scarlet isn't stupid, she does know how to slow bleeding and such.
I'll also add that she pulled the bolt out.
EldritchOne said
Posted in response to both, Scalpel has now activated his little birds to pick up dirt on peeps, see who is going to betray him.After all, nobody has this much luck.
Eh, Eldritch. Not to rain on your parade, but Scarlet's wound isn't that serious. She was wearing armor, which would've slowed it down (or stopped it outright had it hit the main part). It wasn't a windlass crossbow or anything, definitely lethal if hit in the right place, but not an armor-piercer.
And she was hit in the area equivalent to the fleshy part of the thigh, really she isn't in much immediate danger.
Should've been more specific to begin with, but still.
kapuchu said
Oh... It is most definitely a challenge. I wanted to do something with Winterjet again so... Why not challenge a fucking God of Battle to a duel? I mean, what could go wrong? xD
Oh, but of course!
Alright, posted.
Hopefully I can get those character sheets out before my fingers fall off. So much typing I still have to do...
Hopefully I can get those character sheets out before my fingers fall off. So much typing I still have to do...
Armifera couldn’t help but wince at Sliver’s reaction. “Are you sure you don’t know what that was?” She asked Summer, who had also winced.
Levitating the keg of mystery alcohol back over to herself, Armifera gave it a sniff. “Interesting. Where’d you get this, Summer?”
Once more, Summer shrugged, “No idea.”
“Although in my experience, the fighters I like tend to be more piss, vinegar, blood and steel, and wearing armor, iron or not. But Winterjet has it on the money, there’s a lot more to it than how much booze you can drink before you kiss the dirt, though that certainly doesn't hurt.” She continued, pausing for a moment, “Take one of my other followers, Scarlet Ink, I think I mentioned her before? She isn't fond of whiskey in the slightest- and I’d consider that mare one of the best warriors around."
Though really, she is quite the knowledgeable type for a mercenary, you’d almost think she’d be a scholar or something instead of running around in heavy armor and getting into bar fights. Armifera mused to herself.
Losing her train of thought as she remembered the other half of what Winterjet had said, she looked over at the mare in question, grinning, “I like you. Yes, that’s my name, at least down here. I’ve got a couple others depending on the area. Up north you’d be more likely to know me as The Morrigan, though where they got that interpretation I will never understand.”
Looking more directly at her now, “And yes, I’d consider myself more than adept with them. If it’s a weapon, I make it my business to know how to use it. Why do you ask?” She said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Is that a challenge?”
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Scarlet winced as the doctor removed the armor from her leg, but ignored the pain, managing to more or less speak normally. “Well, you see, I woke up this morning surrounded by bandits- and no, it wasn't around here. Anyway, we exchanged pleasantries but then, to my utter shock, almost all of them ran into my weapons.”
She paused, wincing slightly, “But then one of them fumbled with his crossbow as I was trying to apologize, and hit my armor in a thin point without any metal plates. I grabbed one of their knives, bolted his skull to a tree trunk, grabbed my things, and teleported out before the rest of them could get to me.” She finished, then adding, “So I somehow managed not to end up in a boulder, and dragged myself here. And I probably scared some travelers, sorry about that.”
Using her magic, Scarlet unlatched the many clasps holding the leather and metal armor to her, letting it fall for a second before she caught it and stowed it to the side, doing something similar for the gambeson and chain beneath.
She would've offered some of the… insanely strong paint thinner she had in her bag(she refused to refer to the stuff as a beverage), but when a big alicorn in armor and a penchant for booze asks one to save anything one finds… well…
Besides, she had a running bet to see if she could find anything too strong for her, which this stuff probably was. Hopefully was. If it wasn't, then she quit.
“Right, by the way, how much do I owe you? I assure you I can afford- Who’s she?” Scarlet shifted topics suddenly, glancing over at Nocturne. To her it seemed that there was just this pony sitting there with a pint and observing- which in truth that’s what it likely was. “Can I help you, at least once the big hole in my leg is sealed?”
Levitating the keg of mystery alcohol back over to herself, Armifera gave it a sniff. “Interesting. Where’d you get this, Summer?”
Once more, Summer shrugged, “No idea.”
“Although in my experience, the fighters I like tend to be more piss, vinegar, blood and steel, and wearing armor, iron or not. But Winterjet has it on the money, there’s a lot more to it than how much booze you can drink before you kiss the dirt, though that certainly doesn't hurt.” She continued, pausing for a moment, “Take one of my other followers, Scarlet Ink, I think I mentioned her before? She isn't fond of whiskey in the slightest- and I’d consider that mare one of the best warriors around."
Though really, she is quite the knowledgeable type for a mercenary, you’d almost think she’d be a scholar or something instead of running around in heavy armor and getting into bar fights. Armifera mused to herself.
Losing her train of thought as she remembered the other half of what Winterjet had said, she looked over at the mare in question, grinning, “I like you. Yes, that’s my name, at least down here. I’ve got a couple others depending on the area. Up north you’d be more likely to know me as The Morrigan, though where they got that interpretation I will never understand.”
Looking more directly at her now, “And yes, I’d consider myself more than adept with them. If it’s a weapon, I make it my business to know how to use it. Why do you ask?” She said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Is that a challenge?”
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Scarlet winced as the doctor removed the armor from her leg, but ignored the pain, managing to more or less speak normally. “Well, you see, I woke up this morning surrounded by bandits- and no, it wasn't around here. Anyway, we exchanged pleasantries but then, to my utter shock, almost all of them ran into my weapons.”
She paused, wincing slightly, “But then one of them fumbled with his crossbow as I was trying to apologize, and hit my armor in a thin point without any metal plates. I grabbed one of their knives, bolted his skull to a tree trunk, grabbed my things, and teleported out before the rest of them could get to me.” She finished, then adding, “So I somehow managed not to end up in a boulder, and dragged myself here. And I probably scared some travelers, sorry about that.”
Using her magic, Scarlet unlatched the many clasps holding the leather and metal armor to her, letting it fall for a second before she caught it and stowed it to the side, doing something similar for the gambeson and chain beneath.
She would've offered some of the… insanely strong paint thinner she had in her bag(she refused to refer to the stuff as a beverage), but when a big alicorn in armor and a penchant for booze asks one to save anything one finds… well…
Besides, she had a running bet to see if she could find anything too strong for her, which this stuff probably was. Hopefully was. If it wasn't, then she quit.
“Right, by the way, how much do I owe you? I assure you I can afford- Who’s she?” Scarlet shifted topics suddenly, glancing over at Nocturne. To her it seemed that there was just this pony sitting there with a pint and observing- which in truth that’s what it likely was. “Can I help you, at least once the big hole in my leg is sealed?”
I'll have something up soon, ideally.
I'm still de-stressing after having to be around a bunch of people for several hours, so it might take a while...
I'm still de-stressing after having to be around a bunch of people for several hours, so it might take a while...
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