My current concept, though you're welcome to suggest something else is as follows: A kingdom at war is led by an ailing king. Around him are his princess daughter, an usurper, and despair over a seemingly endless war. With concern over her father's deteriorating health, the princess calls forth a creature that has the power to turn the tides... But is that creature a friend or a foe?
Blaze Gamma
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Mood is still shot.
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And my depression just got set off
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Is there anyone here who might be willing to run a Pathfinder1e scenario tomorrow night at 9:30 est? Got a full table but no GM
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Bleeeeh. I want to be in a Pathfinder game, not just GM or Society play
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So yeah, this is Blaze. I'm sorry you had to see this. I do 1x1s of the we're all going to hell variety. 32 ( NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo). Living in EST. Male. Uh... Stuff. PM me for RPs of questionable moral fibre.
If you want to RP, I'm most easily contacted on Discord (Blaze_Gamma#6210), but I check my PMs here too pretty often.
If you want to RP, I'm most easily contacted on Discord (Blaze_Gamma#6210), but I check my PMs here too pretty often.
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Bump, apparently.
Kinda came off more as a bunch of non sequitirs.
Still better than Azama.
That reminds me of the FE gifs I made about a decade ago... Seriously wish I could find them again...
"Tiki...?" The swordsman blinked. He knew that name. He didn't know why, but he knew that name. And the girl who'd transformed, something of it seemed familiar, almost nostalgic. He turned around to see the dragon. "... What is this...?" He mumbled, holding a hand to his forehead. "Dammit... It's right there..." He muttered to himself.
The revelation wouldn't come though. Whatever it was, it was still beyond him. "Right... Guess I'll just leave it then..." He sighed, walking directly between the group. "Yeah, what her majesty said... I've been working on restoring this place all day. It would be a real pain in the ass if I had to redo all that work, you know?" He said to the dragon, completely unafraid, in spite of the fact that he'd never, to his knowledge seen one of them before.
"You know, it does kinda hurt my feelings, your majesty... Mac- Er... Matthew." The man spoke as he reached into his tunic, pulling out a seal identifying himself as part of the halidom's vanguard, as well as a letter of introduction from his superiors, addressed to the Exalt herself. "So how about we all just calm down, help the bookworm here pick up all these volumes, sit down and chat, and not get into each other's throats, right?" He asked, starting to help pick up the books, careful to stay right in the middle of things to try and intercept any crossfire that may have occurred. While the man couldn't use a sword to save his life, he did have a knack for not getting himself killed. And getting in the middle of things.
That was probably why he'd gotten this transfer. He was too much of a wildcard to be in the middle of a large sortie. As he picked up a second book for Matthew, he addressed the Exalt and the tactician once more. "So seriously, I know I owe one of you a meat pie. I DID accidentally steal one at that military meeting..." He reached into his tunic and pulled out a wrapped meat pie, one he'd picked up when he was told of who he was to meet with. At least in theory. "So yeah. Here it is, whoever wants it." He said with a smile.
The revelation wouldn't come though. Whatever it was, it was still beyond him. "Right... Guess I'll just leave it then..." He sighed, walking directly between the group. "Yeah, what her majesty said... I've been working on restoring this place all day. It would be a real pain in the ass if I had to redo all that work, you know?" He said to the dragon, completely unafraid, in spite of the fact that he'd never, to his knowledge seen one of them before.
"You know, it does kinda hurt my feelings, your majesty... Mac- Er... Matthew." The man spoke as he reached into his tunic, pulling out a seal identifying himself as part of the halidom's vanguard, as well as a letter of introduction from his superiors, addressed to the Exalt herself. "So how about we all just calm down, help the bookworm here pick up all these volumes, sit down and chat, and not get into each other's throats, right?" He asked, starting to help pick up the books, careful to stay right in the middle of things to try and intercept any crossfire that may have occurred. While the man couldn't use a sword to save his life, he did have a knack for not getting himself killed. And getting in the middle of things.
That was probably why he'd gotten this transfer. He was too much of a wildcard to be in the middle of a large sortie. As he picked up a second book for Matthew, he addressed the Exalt and the tactician once more. "So seriously, I know I owe one of you a meat pie. I DID accidentally steal one at that military meeting..." He reached into his tunic and pulled out a wrapped meat pie, one he'd picked up when he was told of who he was to meet with. At least in theory. "So yeah. Here it is, whoever wants it." He said with a smile.
I donno. I thought it was in a nearby woodland.
@Demous DM decision is it's attached to the castle.
Presently replaying. Miriel is absolutely insufferable.
"Nah, nothing like that," The resting man said to the axe holder. The thing looked grisly. It had been recently used by his reckoning. He didn't care, but it was worth notice. "Bunch of military types told me to come clean up this place because someone heard that her excellency and the... Uh... Dragon boy? Mack or something? Yeah, told me to clean up this place because there was a rumor one of those two were going to be setting up shop here." He explained as another person slipped through the front door. "Huh... That's different," he mumbled, a bit surprised that there was so much activity going on all of the sudden. He guessed the rumors must have been true.
It was not long after that another arrived, immediately going into some rant or another.
"You imbeciles, the Shepherd's garrison has long been a testament to Chrom and his companions' ardor. I will not stand idle while you and your goons desecrate the greatest reminder of their actions. Your men and yourself will disperse from here and now, regardless of where your orders come from, lest you wish to incur my wrath."
"Eh?" The man looked up, a bit confused by the sudden hostility. "Yeah, so I'm the appointed ground keeper here as of today, so it's less desecration and more cleaning this place up for her excellency and Mack." He said, taking a look at the speaker. A smile crept across his face. "Though I'd be happy to show you all the work I've done, milady," he said, standing with a small bow.
Before any chance came for more discussion, yet another arrived, this one carrying more books than was reasonable for someone. "Ah, I've seen you before. You're Mack, then," the swordsman said with a small wave and a smile (Though not one as big as he'd given the threatening woman). "Guess you guys really were going to be using this place then. Still with all the books, eh?" He asked. He'd met the tactician and the exalt exactly once during some joint meeting of the Ylisse military divisions. The most interaction he'd had, of course, was accidentally stealing a meat pie from one of them and getting chewed out, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember if it was Mack's or the exalts. The two had been stuck together like glue, after all. "Been a while."
It was not long after that another arrived, immediately going into some rant or another.
"You imbeciles, the Shepherd's garrison has long been a testament to Chrom and his companions' ardor. I will not stand idle while you and your goons desecrate the greatest reminder of their actions. Your men and yourself will disperse from here and now, regardless of where your orders come from, lest you wish to incur my wrath."
"Eh?" The man looked up, a bit confused by the sudden hostility. "Yeah, so I'm the appointed ground keeper here as of today, so it's less desecration and more cleaning this place up for her excellency and Mack." He said, taking a look at the speaker. A smile crept across his face. "Though I'd be happy to show you all the work I've done, milady," he said, standing with a small bow.
Before any chance came for more discussion, yet another arrived, this one carrying more books than was reasonable for someone. "Ah, I've seen you before. You're Mack, then," the swordsman said with a small wave and a smile (Though not one as big as he'd given the threatening woman). "Guess you guys really were going to be using this place then. Still with all the books, eh?" He asked. He'd met the tactician and the exalt exactly once during some joint meeting of the Ylisse military divisions. The most interaction he'd had, of course, was accidentally stealing a meat pie from one of them and getting chewed out, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember if it was Mack's or the exalts. The two had been stuck together like glue, after all. "Been a while."
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