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Aristocles
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Still alive. Sorry for the delays. Still have that new job, but I'm (gradually) getting another one. Current one is too slow.
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Still alive. Sorry for the delays. Still have that new job, but I'm (gradually) getting another one. Current one is too slow.
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Starting a new job in June. Wish me luck!
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1 yr ago
I truly wish I didn't have to type this, but RIP Jason David Frank.
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Still a little sick. Some sort of cold. Hopefully not the flu. Getting better but it's slowed me down.
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2 yrs ago
That's a good point. Classics like The Little Mermaid were basically perfect the first time around and any remakes can only be worse. Remakes of the bad Disney movies are a second chance for them.
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Hi there! I've been roleplaying for years, mostly in fantasy-type RPs. I don't like giving out too much about myself, but I am a man living in New York City (that's in the Eastern time zone, if you don't already know), over 18. Recently, I have been busy working, although I graduated from college and grad school a while back.
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Breden's hut was only slightly larger than Siwa's, and was just as sparsely adorned. Neither goblin was had much wealth, although if he had to guess, he was slightly richer than Siwa, as most of her payment was in the form of food, while Breden could at least sell the skins from the animals he had hunted. Of course, no one got rich from selling squirrel and quail hides, and turtle shell, although attractive to some buyers, was generally seen as worthless to the goblins. Turtle meat also tasted foul, although it was sometimes the only food Breden could catch. He lay down on his straw bed and thought about the events of the past day.
By contrast, Siwa was determined to do her duties to the tribe and breed as many strong offspring as she could. At least, that's what she told herself. It was convenient that the tribes needs and her desires happened to overlap so well, perhaps. Or maybe she was merely wrapping her lusts up in a selfless package. Then again, her urges would lead to more work for her as a mother, so it couldn't all be selfish, could it? Was it so wrong for her to want strong children, to bear her blood to the next generation after them? And the generation after that?
The female goblin set aside such thoughts as she groomed herself using what few items her hut had to offer. Siwa was a gobliness through and through, and yet she still found uses for a number of human inventions and conveniences, perhaps the nicest of which was a comb. Goblins had brushes made from branches and pine cones, yet none of them had even thought to make a tool with fine "teeth" in it which one could run through their hair. Siwa had bought this with half of the coins she had been given one night in a human tavern as payment for her dancing on stage there several weeks ago. She wasn't quite sure why humans valued dancing so much. Goblins used dancing for religious rites and to attract a mate, yet none of the humans seemed interested in her. Not that Siwa knew it, but the humans considered her more of a novelty than anything else, an attraction which was only found in that one specific ale hall in that one village. No matter what the arrangement was to her, it paid for some things, and now was the time to use them.
Siwa finished combing her hair and looked into the glass she had found on the streets in the human town. Broken though it was, the clear glass served as a mirror, one of a few in the village. Her long brown hair had been made straight, and it fell on either side of her head, behind her pointed ears. She then sat down for a few minutes and rubbed her arms, legs, hands, and feet with a small rectangular bar of something the humans called soap. The last time she was in town, Siwa had bought two bars, one of which she had attempted to eat based on the fine smell. To her dismay, the pine-scented bar tasted terrible, and she concluded that it was not a food meant for goblins. She thought she was being clever by rubbing it against herself and washing the soap off with later from her bucket, as if no one else had thought to use the exotic human food in such a novel manner.
Satisfied that she was clean and fragrant, Siwa set out of her hut as the sun went down, hoping to find a male to mate with. Of course, if she didn't find one, Koglan was still there for her. Of course, she had no intention of actually mating with another male, only to look for one. She wanted the smith's children, no one else's.
By contrast, Siwa was determined to do her duties to the tribe and breed as many strong offspring as she could. At least, that's what she told herself. It was convenient that the tribes needs and her desires happened to overlap so well, perhaps. Or maybe she was merely wrapping her lusts up in a selfless package. Then again, her urges would lead to more work for her as a mother, so it couldn't all be selfish, could it? Was it so wrong for her to want strong children, to bear her blood to the next generation after them? And the generation after that?
The female goblin set aside such thoughts as she groomed herself using what few items her hut had to offer. Siwa was a gobliness through and through, and yet she still found uses for a number of human inventions and conveniences, perhaps the nicest of which was a comb. Goblins had brushes made from branches and pine cones, yet none of them had even thought to make a tool with fine "teeth" in it which one could run through their hair. Siwa had bought this with half of the coins she had been given one night in a human tavern as payment for her dancing on stage there several weeks ago. She wasn't quite sure why humans valued dancing so much. Goblins used dancing for religious rites and to attract a mate, yet none of the humans seemed interested in her. Not that Siwa knew it, but the humans considered her more of a novelty than anything else, an attraction which was only found in that one specific ale hall in that one village. No matter what the arrangement was to her, it paid for some things, and now was the time to use them.
Siwa finished combing her hair and looked into the glass she had found on the streets in the human town. Broken though it was, the clear glass served as a mirror, one of a few in the village. Her long brown hair had been made straight, and it fell on either side of her head, behind her pointed ears. She then sat down for a few minutes and rubbed her arms, legs, hands, and feet with a small rectangular bar of something the humans called soap. The last time she was in town, Siwa had bought two bars, one of which she had attempted to eat based on the fine smell. To her dismay, the pine-scented bar tasted terrible, and she concluded that it was not a food meant for goblins. She thought she was being clever by rubbing it against herself and washing the soap off with later from her bucket, as if no one else had thought to use the exotic human food in such a novel manner.
Satisfied that she was clean and fragrant, Siwa set out of her hut as the sun went down, hoping to find a male to mate with. Of course, if she didn't find one, Koglan was still there for her. Of course, she had no intention of actually mating with another male, only to look for one. She wanted the smith's children, no one else's.
@Searat
You may wish to bring your character into the village so we can interact with him. Alternatively, I can have one of mine come out to yours, whatever you want.
You may wish to bring your character into the village so we can interact with him. Alternatively, I can have one of mine come out to yours, whatever you want.
Siwa nodded, not wanting to continue this right now. "See you soon. We'll do it next time, Kog. Brey, let's go get that foot checked out."
Breden kept silent, knowing that Siwa, although honey-tongued when she wanted to be, was rather volatile when angry, and she wasn't happy at all right now. Breden walked alongside her, too slow for her taste, given his injured toe. The two of them left the forge and slowly made their way to her hut. Siwa calmed down a bit as they traveled, leading Breden to finally work up enough courage to ask her something.
"So... you are looking for another male, right?"
"Just to appease him and be able to return without lying. The gods don't like it when goblins of the same tribe lie to each other. And no, I'm not gonna mate with you, so don't ask."
"Wasn't going to."
"Just making sure. It's not like I think I'm too good for you, Brey. You're a nice guy."
"Maybe I should try being a jerk. They seem to have more luck getting laid."
Siwa thought about that for a moment. "It's not because they're jerks, but because they're seen as strong by some naive females. Even so, you'd need to be more fit to pull that off, or at least, get better at hunting."
"Gee, thanks Siwa."
"I don't mean to be harsh, Brey. You're not weak, but you need to do more than just barely feed yourself to be seen as good mating material. It's not gonna just happen, and it's not going to happen overnight." They arrived at her hut, and she entered first, gesturing for him to lie down on the pile of straw which served as her bed. He did so and she picked up his sore foot, immediately getting to work on his injured toe. She gripped the digit, using her thumb to rub the underside of the toe. It felt good, but she could tell that the rubbing along wasn't fixing the issue. Siwa firmly tugged on the toe, loosening the muscle which had tightened, then squeezing it and flexing it to restore its flexibility. She then moved her hands down to massage the rest of his foot, attempting to console him for his lack of mating success with her.
"Just lie there for a few minutes, Brey. I'm gonna rub both feet. They body abhors imbalance, after all."
Breden closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. Today had not been a good day for him on any level, apart from this little treat.
"Feels good. Thanks."
"Anytime, my friend."
After another five minutes, she ended the massage, then stretched out her hands. "Well, that's it. I'd stay for longer, but I've got to get looking for a mate. Gotta at least be able to say I tried."
Breden stretched his foot. "Feels much better. Thanks!" He stood up, flexing his now-better toe. "What was wrong with it that you could fix with just a rub?"
"Nothing special, just a cramped muscle. It's easy to fix if you know what to do. Well, goodnight!" Breden left her hut and slowly headed down to his place on the other end of the village.
Breden kept silent, knowing that Siwa, although honey-tongued when she wanted to be, was rather volatile when angry, and she wasn't happy at all right now. Breden walked alongside her, too slow for her taste, given his injured toe. The two of them left the forge and slowly made their way to her hut. Siwa calmed down a bit as they traveled, leading Breden to finally work up enough courage to ask her something.
"So... you are looking for another male, right?"
"Just to appease him and be able to return without lying. The gods don't like it when goblins of the same tribe lie to each other. And no, I'm not gonna mate with you, so don't ask."
"Wasn't going to."
"Just making sure. It's not like I think I'm too good for you, Brey. You're a nice guy."
"Maybe I should try being a jerk. They seem to have more luck getting laid."
Siwa thought about that for a moment. "It's not because they're jerks, but because they're seen as strong by some naive females. Even so, you'd need to be more fit to pull that off, or at least, get better at hunting."
"Gee, thanks Siwa."
"I don't mean to be harsh, Brey. You're not weak, but you need to do more than just barely feed yourself to be seen as good mating material. It's not gonna just happen, and it's not going to happen overnight." They arrived at her hut, and she entered first, gesturing for him to lie down on the pile of straw which served as her bed. He did so and she picked up his sore foot, immediately getting to work on his injured toe. She gripped the digit, using her thumb to rub the underside of the toe. It felt good, but she could tell that the rubbing along wasn't fixing the issue. Siwa firmly tugged on the toe, loosening the muscle which had tightened, then squeezing it and flexing it to restore its flexibility. She then moved her hands down to massage the rest of his foot, attempting to console him for his lack of mating success with her.
"Just lie there for a few minutes, Brey. I'm gonna rub both feet. They body abhors imbalance, after all."
Breden closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. Today had not been a good day for him on any level, apart from this little treat.
"Feels good. Thanks."
"Anytime, my friend."
After another five minutes, she ended the massage, then stretched out her hands. "Well, that's it. I'd stay for longer, but I've got to get looking for a mate. Gotta at least be able to say I tried."
Breden stretched his foot. "Feels much better. Thanks!" He stood up, flexing his now-better toe. "What was wrong with it that you could fix with just a rub?"
"Nothing special, just a cramped muscle. It's easy to fix if you know what to do. Well, goodnight!" Breden left her hut and slowly headed down to his place on the other end of the village.
@Shadow Dragon
"Under different circumstances, of course. I would be a threat to you under different conditions or if events had played out differently, but they didn't. I understand that sounds obvious, but it is a simple fact of life that our outcomes depend greatly on the right events happening to us at the right time as much as anything else. As for your other question, the answer depends. Most are a bit more restrained that the "smite first" mentality you speak of, but there are always going to be a few overenthusiastic ones in any crowd."
"It may take a while for you to get used to seeing naturally again" Aurescia reminded him. "Even if you've been seeing with undead eyes for far longer than you've ever been alive."
"Under different circumstances, of course. I would be a threat to you under different conditions or if events had played out differently, but they didn't. I understand that sounds obvious, but it is a simple fact of life that our outcomes depend greatly on the right events happening to us at the right time as much as anything else. As for your other question, the answer depends. Most are a bit more restrained that the "smite first" mentality you speak of, but there are always going to be a few overenthusiastic ones in any crowd."
"It may take a while for you to get used to seeing naturally again" Aurescia reminded him. "Even if you've been seeing with undead eyes for far longer than you've ever been alive."
Needless to say, that was not what Siwa had wanted to hear. Time was not on her side, for while Koglan wasn't exactly about to keel over dead, his reproductive life was somewhat shorter than his actual lifespan, as it was with all goblins. While he could technically have children later than a female could, the odds of conception went down after a certain point. Still, he was firm in his decision. She wasn't going to get anywhere on this point with him.
"I understand. You ought to know that I'm not going to breed with an unproven male, though. Still, nothing is stopping Breden from proving himself later on."
"I'm right here, you know!" he exclaimed, not liking it that she was talking about him as if he weren't in the room." Siwa looked him over, still unwilling to bed him. As for Vos, she didn't really know him that well.
"Also, if you were willing to 'serve' Biy, why not afford me the same favor? It's not like I'm a virgin, just that I've never done it enough to conceive a litter. I have experience, trust me."
"She's going to come back later" Breden explained. "She'll take no for an answer today, but I guarantee you she'll be here within a week again. Probably the day after tomorrow."
"Brey, you shouldn't speak about someone as if they aren't here" Siwa reminded him.
"You just did that to me yourself!"
"When?"
"About a minute ago!"
"I-I-uh..." Siwa had to realize that she wasn't exactly making herself look mature in the eyes of the old smith. "Tell you what, I'll give your advice a shot, look for another male, and whether or not I find someone else who's suitable, I'm coming right back in here. It works out anyway; even if you had said yes, I wouldn't have done it tonight."
"She gets her way, sooner or later. Might as well give in now, Kog." Breden remarked, wincing a bit as his toe continued to throb with pain.
"I understand. You ought to know that I'm not going to breed with an unproven male, though. Still, nothing is stopping Breden from proving himself later on."
"I'm right here, you know!" he exclaimed, not liking it that she was talking about him as if he weren't in the room." Siwa looked him over, still unwilling to bed him. As for Vos, she didn't really know him that well.
"Also, if you were willing to 'serve' Biy, why not afford me the same favor? It's not like I'm a virgin, just that I've never done it enough to conceive a litter. I have experience, trust me."
"She's going to come back later" Breden explained. "She'll take no for an answer today, but I guarantee you she'll be here within a week again. Probably the day after tomorrow."
"Brey, you shouldn't speak about someone as if they aren't here" Siwa reminded him.
"You just did that to me yourself!"
"When?"
"About a minute ago!"
"I-I-uh..." Siwa had to realize that she wasn't exactly making herself look mature in the eyes of the old smith. "Tell you what, I'll give your advice a shot, look for another male, and whether or not I find someone else who's suitable, I'm coming right back in here. It works out anyway; even if you had said yes, I wouldn't have done it tonight."
"She gets her way, sooner or later. Might as well give in now, Kog." Breden remarked, wincing a bit as his toe continued to throb with pain.
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