Mwa ha ha.
MWAHAHAHAHA *falls to knees with coins falling everywhere*
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Reserving a spot for the money god.
Mwa ha ha.
MWAHAHAHAHA *falls to knees with coins falling everywhere*
Mwa ha ha.
MWAHAHAHAHA *falls to knees with coins falling everywhere*
Charming little creatures.
Pathfinder said
Name: ManasTitles: The Stary Night, Breather of WonderTrue name: Math'ornaInspiration: Appearance: Symbols: Stars, forges, and beautiful lights.Portfolio: Stars, Wonder, and the ForgeAlignment: Chaotic Good, only wants to spread happiness and wonder while protecting the unprotected.Servitars: Guardians. Giant, androgynous, statues that are completely white and have a blank face. Their only purpose is to protect those who can't protect themselves and spread wonder through the lights and fruits they can produce from their palms.Weapon: Has no physical weapon, detesting them in general, but can fire bolts of pure star light powerful enough to harm gods.Animal: The Harpy EagleFollowers: Children of the Star, a group of men and women who spread wonder through any means possible. From art to skills, any wonder is in honor of the Stary Night..
Hai, Path!
:D A reminder of the days gone by, eh?
((Will make a CS, but being a GM is busy work.))
Yes, you may.
(Thy banner haunteth me.)
(Thy banner haunteth me.)
In
The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
YES!
YES!
YES!
Name: Gezar
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Relic Description: N/A
Skills: Eh. Basic survival skills, some medicine stuff with herbs, muscle contest winning, and spearmanship. That’s about it. Never really needed anything else.
Background: On the day a poor, tattered, bloodied, struggling, screaming ten-year-old paleface was brought to the village gates, Gezar son of Gezhai wasn’t entirely sure of his future blood brother, Borgrund Fellhallows. Sure, they were the same age back then, looked almost identical and even had similar personalities, but Gezar still wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t sure his tribal furs and wild blood would mix with the torn noble clothes and rich wine of the paleface. However, they soon grew to love each other. Bor was a fast learner, faster hunter, and soon the fastest lumberjack in all of the Darratu village. Meanwhile, Gezar was a slow learner, slower lumberjack, but faster-than-hell spearman. He and his blood buddy were responsible for many tribal victories during their teenage years. Then came the time Bor decided to give over to his civilized side and his decision to leave the village. Hugs were given, tears were bawled, more tears were bawled, but the highlight was Bor divulging the secret of his Relic to Gezar. “Shaman Samai would have the Darratu’s wildest horses tied to each of my limbs and spurred if he found out that I was using an Amulet of the Great Spirits,” he recalls him whispering to him. They never met again... or would they?
Appearance: Strikingly similar to Bor, except slightly lankier (but at all costs do not take this as a disadvantage. He will murder you, rip you into little pieces and those pieces into littler pieces if you call him skinny). Also a nice little ponytail on the back.
Motivation: Gezzy just wants to live an ordinary life in service to the Great Spirits of the wild, and to just as importantly maintain his alliance to Borgrund Thomas Fellhallows.
Theme Song: When big bear kill people, Gezar spear. Gezar no have time for paleface boy bands.
YES!
YES!
Name: Gezar
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Relic Description: N/A
Skills: Eh. Basic survival skills, some medicine stuff with herbs, muscle contest winning, and spearmanship. That’s about it. Never really needed anything else.
Background: On the day a poor, tattered, bloodied, struggling, screaming ten-year-old paleface was brought to the village gates, Gezar son of Gezhai wasn’t entirely sure of his future blood brother, Borgrund Fellhallows. Sure, they were the same age back then, looked almost identical and even had similar personalities, but Gezar still wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t sure his tribal furs and wild blood would mix with the torn noble clothes and rich wine of the paleface. However, they soon grew to love each other. Bor was a fast learner, faster hunter, and soon the fastest lumberjack in all of the Darratu village. Meanwhile, Gezar was a slow learner, slower lumberjack, but faster-than-hell spearman. He and his blood buddy were responsible for many tribal victories during their teenage years. Then came the time Bor decided to give over to his civilized side and his decision to leave the village. Hugs were given, tears were bawled, more tears were bawled, but the highlight was Bor divulging the secret of his Relic to Gezar. “Shaman Samai would have the Darratu’s wildest horses tied to each of my limbs and spurred if he found out that I was using an Amulet of the Great Spirits,” he recalls him whispering to him. They never met again... or would they?
Appearance: Strikingly similar to Bor, except slightly lankier (but at all costs do not take this as a disadvantage. He will murder you, rip you into little pieces and those pieces into littler pieces if you call him skinny). Also a nice little ponytail on the back.
Motivation: Gezzy just wants to live an ordinary life in service to the Great Spirits of the wild, and to just as importantly maintain his alliance to Borgrund Thomas Fellhallows.
Theme Song: When big bear kill people, Gezar spear. Gezar no have time for paleface boy bands.
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The Gods of the Blue Moon Council (Free-Roam God RP) Interest Check
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
(There are so many of these lately...)
Possible interest, but I've got an RP to run so a CS might be delayed.
Possible interest, but I've got an RP to run so a CS might be delayed.
Hey, and Yog, you're free to chase Grushtov down to Mister Elric's residence.
“RAAAAAAAAAARGH!”
Grushtov gave a bloody, enraged, and quite possibly insane grimace to every single patron in the room.
“I-it’s a dragon, ri-?”
The oversized hyena sank its fangs into the poor human’s torso before he could even scream in pain. The rest of the drunks suddenly upped their senses and hastily made for the doors, amidst the screams of the bar girls. The hyena, of course, believed that why not use a premade door when you can get a new one? Several broken wooden walls later, Grushtov the hyena rampaged throughout the night market. He, of course, did not go near the slaves: smelly meat, and all bone. He went for the pampered, fat aristocrats and merchants. Much more meat, perfume was pleasant, but they took longer to get through all the fat which meant more annoying screams and howls before they died. Ah, such was luck.
Now, don’t sidetracked, Grushtov. Remember master’s mission.
After feasting on the corpse of a noble, the oversized hyena made a beeline for the town hall. Along the way, he stopped alongside a house. A pretty big one.
Big houses = more humans.
More humans = more food.
That simple.
Oh, and pity about the door. Nasty splinters, one can get from that one.
“I-it’s a dragon, ri-?”
The oversized hyena sank its fangs into the poor human’s torso before he could even scream in pain. The rest of the drunks suddenly upped their senses and hastily made for the doors, amidst the screams of the bar girls. The hyena, of course, believed that why not use a premade door when you can get a new one? Several broken wooden walls later, Grushtov the hyena rampaged throughout the night market. He, of course, did not go near the slaves: smelly meat, and all bone. He went for the pampered, fat aristocrats and merchants. Much more meat, perfume was pleasant, but they took longer to get through all the fat which meant more annoying screams and howls before they died. Ah, such was luck.
Now, don’t sidetracked, Grushtov. Remember master’s mission.
After feasting on the corpse of a noble, the oversized hyena made a beeline for the town hall. Along the way, he stopped alongside a house. A pretty big one.
Big houses = more humans.
More humans = more food.
That simple.
Oh, and pity about the door. Nasty splinters, one can get from that one.
By the way, who is at the crate?
By the way, I might make Jel Ringo a recurring villain.
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