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Blaze Gamma
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STATUS: Actually Frankenstein was the Roleplayer, not the RP 3 yrs ago
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Actually Frankenstein was the Roleplayer, not the RP
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3 yrs ago
Mood is still shot.
3 yrs ago
And my depression just got set off
3 yrs ago
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
3 yrs ago
Bleeeeh. I want to be in a Pathfinder game, not just GM or Society play
Bio
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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"Glarhgheco" The man hit with the spell sputtered loudly as he fell over, writhing from the shot to the head, but unfortunately still alive. His buddy, however, was right pissed at this point. "Oi! Ye fat bastards get over here! They got some mage runnin about!" He said as he approached where the spell came from. All the while, their buddies were starting to congregate around. "That's it, you daft bastard, time to die!" The man raised his axe and swung down at where he thought the mage was.
Of course, the sound of conflict was one that wasn't missed. Two of the brigands sauntered over, complaining about carrots. They stopped, seeing the man on the ground.
"Oi... Looks like someone just shot Marvin in the face!" One of the men said with a frown. "Oi! We got either freaky nature shit or a mage on this farm! Get yer asses over here!" He called out as his buddy started looking around. "And you, don't just look, swing yer axe or something! Tricky git is probably hiding. Cut him down!"
"Oi... Looks like someone just shot Marvin in the face!" One of the men said with a frown. "Oi! We got either freaky nature shit or a mage on this farm! Get yer asses over here!" He called out as his buddy started looking around. "And you, don't just look, swing yer axe or something! Tricky git is probably hiding. Cut him down!"
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The time it took the brigands to reach the outskirts seemed to drag on far longer than should have been real. The leader, though, decided to sit down with a smug look. "Alright, then lads, hop to it!" He said. "Take care of anyone who makes a fuss, yah?" He asked, pulling a flagon from his belt and taking a drink before starting to sing an off key ballad of conquests and destruction.
As the men fanned out, though, one walked near where Katherine was hiding, though he seemed not to notice her presence. He grumbled something about being hungry and started to kick around the field he was walking through, ruining some of the crops he was supposed to be collecting. "The hell is this crap?" He asked, plucking a plant from the ground. "Where's the meat? What kind of idiots grow this stuff?" He took a bite of the dirt covered root and immediately recoiled. "Bleh... Nasty..." He groaned with a few coughs, before starting to smash his axe into the crops, seemingly to spite the potato he'd bitten into.
As the men fanned out, though, one walked near where Katherine was hiding, though he seemed not to notice her presence. He grumbled something about being hungry and started to kick around the field he was walking through, ruining some of the crops he was supposed to be collecting. "The hell is this crap?" He asked, plucking a plant from the ground. "Where's the meat? What kind of idiots grow this stuff?" He took a bite of the dirt covered root and immediately recoiled. "Bleh... Nasty..." He groaned with a few coughs, before starting to smash his axe into the crops, seemingly to spite the potato he'd bitten into.
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Stop bullying me! D:<
Name: Felix
Gender: Male
Age/Birthdate: 21 (DoB: August 21, 460)
Appearance/Description: A young man with pale sunbleached hair and dark eyes. He stands at 5'11 and has a lithe build, though considerable muscle definition in his arms due to both working on a farm and swinging a sword. Can usually be seen in a red tunic with a hardened leather vest over it. Wears tan pants and heavy boots. He has a sword.
Background/Personality Blurb: Neighbor to a small farm family living on the countryside. He joined a local militia about a year ago to help keep both his home and the nearby town safe from bandits. While as a child, he favored use of swords in play fights, he turned the 'skills' he'd learned into a career as a militiaman. In spite of his occupation and spending a lot of time training and, in his youth, play sword fighting, he's a rather passive individual unless his family is at stake.
Class: Mercenary
Gender: Male
Age/Birthdate: 21 (DoB: August 21, 460)
Appearance/Description: A young man with pale sunbleached hair and dark eyes. He stands at 5'11 and has a lithe build, though considerable muscle definition in his arms due to both working on a farm and swinging a sword. Can usually be seen in a red tunic with a hardened leather vest over it. Wears tan pants and heavy boots. He has a sword.
Background/Personality Blurb: Neighbor to a small farm family living on the countryside. He joined a local militia about a year ago to help keep both his home and the nearby town safe from bandits. While as a child, he favored use of swords in play fights, he turned the 'skills' he'd learned into a career as a militiaman. In spite of his occupation and spending a lot of time training and, in his youth, play sword fighting, he's a rather passive individual unless his family is at stake.
Class: Mercenary
It had been nearly a year since Felix had joined the militia, though the young man could hardly believe it as such. Of course, the entire thing had become incredibly humdrum. Not that he was complaining. Humdrum meant there weren't any brigands causing havoc, which meant Felix wasn't putting his neck on the line.
Again, not that he had an issue with that. If he did, Felix never would have joined the militia.
He was, after all, a simple country bumpkin. He grew up next to a farm, where he often spent his days play fighting with the girl who lived there, or else helping on the land. It was a plain and peaceful life, and he eventually decided to take the play fights and sparring and turn it into a career.
Thus the militia. Felix noticed some smoke from the Militia HQ. "Hm?" The young man looked up. "Ah... Uhm... What was that message...?" He stood stock still, hand resting on the hilt of his iron sword as he stared at the smoke, trying to decipher the message being sent out.
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Outside a farm to the east of Prima, a group of rowdy men approached from the mountains. The group appeared to be 20 strong, and they looked hungry and mean.
"Alright, boys..." A man with a pot belly and a number of scars growled. "We're gonna take all the food we can get out of this lil' ramshackle, and then we're gonna burn it to the ground!" The man was loud as he was ugly, but the others with him cheered. "Anyone get in our way, we're gonna show em the business end of our hatchets!" More cheering.
Again, not that he had an issue with that. If he did, Felix never would have joined the militia.
He was, after all, a simple country bumpkin. He grew up next to a farm, where he often spent his days play fighting with the girl who lived there, or else helping on the land. It was a plain and peaceful life, and he eventually decided to take the play fights and sparring and turn it into a career.
Thus the militia. Felix noticed some smoke from the Militia HQ. "Hm?" The young man looked up. "Ah... Uhm... What was that message...?" He stood stock still, hand resting on the hilt of his iron sword as he stared at the smoke, trying to decipher the message being sent out.
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Outside a farm to the east of Prima, a group of rowdy men approached from the mountains. The group appeared to be 20 strong, and they looked hungry and mean.
"Alright, boys..." A man with a pot belly and a number of scars growled. "We're gonna take all the food we can get out of this lil' ramshackle, and then we're gonna burn it to the ground!" The man was loud as he was ugly, but the others with him cheered. "Anyone get in our way, we're gonna show em the business end of our hatchets!" More cheering.
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