AtomicNut

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Just... I have to impart a couple of lectures.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Gonna be busy today. Expect delays.

Teenage Wasteland

@AtomicNut

You mean have them both be medics instead of the whole cult leader thing? But I like playing villains! And, besides, Alice is afraid of blood. =p

@Airalin

No, Charon being the extremist "the end justifies the means" supporter who doesn't believe the cult but it's an efficient way to get resources. And being a tad more murderous.

Teenage Wasteland

I must find some way to put dear Alice in a position closer to the action. =p

@Airalin

Two people team? with Charon?

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

.....Wait, what was that about apologetic PM's and naked GM's?

@Marcus XVI

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

So like has anyone else noticed, there's a bunch of pairs?

The two orphans, the two drow (I don't know if this counts since my character is only half-drow, but I digress), the two necromancers....and so on and so forth. Or am I just crazy?

@OneStoryToMany

You're not. I'm half tempted to ax one of my characters for the sake of... not repeating.

Teenage Wasteland

Hmm, tempted to do it. After all I was shaping to be one misguided extremist oponent.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

She could also bond with the resident fellow orphan waif DRAGON and soar the skies and torch shit. She's probably the only one small enough to ride on top of Pyria's whelp dragon form without encumberance.

DRAGONRIDER WAIF GO

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

@AtomicNut Forgive me, but what exactly is going on near the end with Pyria? I get that she started to charge off but after that I'm confused.

@FateWeaver

She tripped on the pan.

AGAIN.

Edit: Okay, I saw a rather idiotic typo. Fixed it.

Edit: Not just a typo, the frypan wasn't even there. Editing again. Shouldn't make posts at 1.30 AM.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Pyria

Child of the Flame

Location:Actium

"But,but,but you are a magic user. Who has taken me under your w.." Pyria began to say, just as the other man lowered his visage to be in front of her. Frowning a little in response, she pouted slightly. "Okay..." She clenched Luca's clothes while she watched the man get up and leave them be.

"Funny elf." Pyria muttered upon the display of manners and behaviour from the stranger. Her eyes looked to Luca. "So, you don't want to be Pyria's master?" The kid eyed at Luca, golden eyes sparkling upon the mentioning of food and lodgings." And yet you provide food and lodging..."
Her face scrunched up, as if thinking hard on something, before finally smiling.

"I get it! You want to be Pyria's servant! MY OWN SERVANT! And thus I'm free!" She added, looking at the manacle. A small smirk came across her face, as raw magic power pooled in her hand, the manacle reacting to her and clasping open gently. The waif grabbed it, and dusted it a bit off, hefting it. "Take it. As a token of Pyria. It's a very important token for me!"

She giggled. "And now, I shall devote myself to my destiny and tear that undead army asunder! For I am a flame dragon!" She raised her voice, before doing a rather weak impression of a roar. "RAWR!"

Not two steps after she started her mighty charge, her face was already biting the dust a second time. A loose cobblestone, getting tangled in her legs. Twice foiled by inanimate objects. There was only a logical course of action afterwards.

Throw a tantrum. And she did.

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Tsabal

The Dark Whisperer

Location:Campus Magnus

Tsabal shook her head upon hearing the grandiloquent and solemn speech of the other robed woman. "Tch." If she were to pull her hood out, she would be rolling her eyes. "So, yet another of those solemn fools that jump at vague threats... for gold or for self-appointed duty. And to answer your question, I'm sometimes known as 'Bal the Crone, or the Dark Whisperer... and that is my favorite shade spot." She paused, pondering a few things.

"Although... that was damn clever of you. Not many find the spot in the first try, they often try their luck in smelly, rowdy tents." Tsabal spun her words and arts. "I bet you probably don't want to deal with the other folk any more than necessary...so let me give you a token of... peace. Yes, peace." She said, producing a small flask of liquour.

"Want a sip?" She added, her hand inviting her to take a drink after she herself took one.

Now let's put to test whether you're like me or not. That cloak is highly suspicious. And so is my drink. A proper drow would never take such offer.