There you go... A little similar to that, bald, bluish pink and I don't know the English words for the rest of it.
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I started roleplaying about 18 years ago and have recently returned to it because I missed it. I most like adventurous sci fi and fantasy, or more slice of life to action action filled modern day magic and mutants. I'm not into fandoms anymore and I'm not looking for romance roleplays either.
Often people create dark characters with heavy pasts. I do that sometimes too, but my character will then have a 'that's just life. Deal with it' attitude instead of feeling sorry for themselves. I also enjoy playing characters without such a heavy past. I enjoy the sciences so playing a scholar or mechanic is right up my alley. I also practise martial arts, but thougg I oike playing fighters, they are more the stealth characters than the muscled ones. I don't like hormonal (teenage) characters. I don't take death lightly so unless I'm playing an assassin my characters will look for ways to avoid murder.
Lastly, I love being a GM and controlling an entire world. I have some sci fi and modern fantasy worlds in my mind which I would like to play out here. I'm also a regular player, mostly casual where description is limited to what's necessary rather than describing every step, scent, bite or thought that occurs.
So that's a little about me. How about you?
I started roleplaying about 18 years ago and have recently returned to it because I missed it. I most like adventurous sci fi and fantasy, or more slice of life to action action filled modern day magic and mutants. I'm not into fandoms anymore and I'm not looking for romance roleplays either.
Often people create dark characters with heavy pasts. I do that sometimes too, but my character will then have a 'that's just life. Deal with it' attitude instead of feeling sorry for themselves. I also enjoy playing characters without such a heavy past. I enjoy the sciences so playing a scholar or mechanic is right up my alley. I also practise martial arts, but thougg I oike playing fighters, they are more the stealth characters than the muscled ones. I don't like hormonal (teenage) characters. I don't take death lightly so unless I'm playing an assassin my characters will look for ways to avoid murder.
Lastly, I love being a GM and controlling an entire world. I have some sci fi and modern fantasy worlds in my mind which I would like to play out here. I'm also a regular player, mostly casual where description is limited to what's necessary rather than describing every step, scent, bite or thought that occurs.
So that's a little about me. How about you?
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I described it a little in the first post you meet them (when Pria picks up the phone). I can't find a picture I really like and of course my phone won't let me paste...
"You were lucky you were tge first to contact me for the job." Hensen told you. "I must have had about fifteen other applicants after you applied. Some even offered to fly me for half the price, but I'd already given the job to you. And my dad always said tgat once you make a contract with someone, you must do your best to keep it or people won't want tondo business with you again. And getting a name of being unreliable is deadly to any business." The boy was saying all this in an excited way, not at all trying to get you to agree to half the price. This was clearly just him making conversation.
The door to the hangar opened on Hensen's voice command. Inside the hangar stood a huge ship. If you had any knowledge of ships you would notice it was a Mattiz, one of the top brands in the spaceship business. The thing cost a true fortune! For anyone who could afford that kind of ship, 1000 credits was really peanuts, spare change. But you could have gathered that from the mansion as well. One scratch on that thing would probably cost you a year to pay off, even with earning 1000 credits per job.
The door to the hangar opened on Hensen's voice command. Inside the hangar stood a huge ship. If you had any knowledge of ships you would notice it was a Mattiz, one of the top brands in the spaceship business. The thing cost a true fortune! For anyone who could afford that kind of ship, 1000 credits was really peanuts, spare change. But you could have gathered that from the mansion as well. One scratch on that thing would probably cost you a year to pay off, even with earning 1000 credits per job.
"Is thaaat soooo?" The man drawled on, looking you over again. Footsteps sounded loudly on a staircase somewhere inside and another voice rang loudly through the hallway. "It's alright, Timo! That's for me!"
A much younger Sumarian appeared in the door opening, the same boy you had been in contact with earlier. He looked like he just crawled out of bed, with his hair undone and his clothes wrinkled. Granted, it was early. It was barely lifht outside. "Hey." He said to you, while turning to put his feet in his shoes. "My dad's hangar's in the back. I'll show you." He grabbed a coat and backpack, said "Thanks Timo, tell dad I'll be back in time for school tomorrow" And quickly left the house. He guided you round the mansion to the back where a large side building stood.
"I'm Hensen by the way." He told you as you walked and you could smell his horrible breath. He seemed not to notice, though and excitedly continued. "Hensen Trellion. Dis you have trouble finding this place? Well, I suppose not since you were right on time."
A much younger Sumarian appeared in the door opening, the same boy you had been in contact with earlier. He looked like he just crawled out of bed, with his hair undone and his clothes wrinkled. Granted, it was early. It was barely lifht outside. "Hey." He said to you, while turning to put his feet in his shoes. "My dad's hangar's in the back. I'll show you." He grabbed a coat and backpack, said "Thanks Timo, tell dad I'll be back in time for school tomorrow" And quickly left the house. He guided you round the mansion to the back where a large side building stood.
"I'm Hensen by the way." He told you as you walked and you could smell his horrible breath. He seemed not to notice, though and excitedly continued. "Hensen Trellion. Dis you have trouble finding this place? Well, I suppose not since you were right on time."
He found the knight and the rain maker in a standoff and quickly hid begind a wall. He had to think quick now. If the knight caught the rain maker, he'd bribe his way to talk to him, but the rain maker would never reveal his secrets to someone who helped catch him. On the other hand, if he tried to help the rain maker escape, who was to say he would ever see the man again?
Levan peered around the corner, trying to see if he could reason out which would be the better option. Then he noticed the sword on the rain man's belt, and in particular the emblem. Of course! It made sense that someone with skills to hang from a window like that had a connection to the gleeman's guild! He could use that to track him down. There was actually a small guild post in this town. If he still practised, he probably would visit there, or they would know about his presence. If he didn't practise anymore, well, Levan would just have to ask around. Since that man chose this area to out himself with an artefact it stood to reason he must know the area rather well. And if he knew the area well enough to risk this, it was highly likely people knew him in return. There was a really good chance the guild would know him.
But what to do? Levan quickly looked around. The rain man was near an open window facing him and the knight had his back towards him. Considering the acrobatics he'd seen, rain man could use that window to escape, if only the guard was distracted for a moment. And Levan just happened to be next to a coat rack. He reached out with his hand, toppling the coat rack, which made a loud *CLANG* as it connected with the tiled floor. Rain man saw it fall, but the knight, having his back to Levan, jumped at the sudden noise.
Levan peered around the corner, trying to see if he could reason out which would be the better option. Then he noticed the sword on the rain man's belt, and in particular the emblem. Of course! It made sense that someone with skills to hang from a window like that had a connection to the gleeman's guild! He could use that to track him down. There was actually a small guild post in this town. If he still practised, he probably would visit there, or they would know about his presence. If he didn't practise anymore, well, Levan would just have to ask around. Since that man chose this area to out himself with an artefact it stood to reason he must know the area rather well. And if he knew the area well enough to risk this, it was highly likely people knew him in return. There was a really good chance the guild would know him.
But what to do? Levan quickly looked around. The rain man was near an open window facing him and the knight had his back towards him. Considering the acrobatics he'd seen, rain man could use that window to escape, if only the guard was distracted for a moment. And Levan just happened to be next to a coat rack. He reached out with his hand, toppling the coat rack, which made a loud *CLANG* as it connected with the tiled floor. Rain man saw it fall, but the knight, having his back to Levan, jumped at the sudden noise.
@BrightSteel How fast does communication travel? And what'a the top speed for ships?
Levan watched the knights preparing to leave. Then the man dashed inside again and the crowd began to disperse. He waited for a little longer, seeing how one knight actually entered the building to go after the rain maker.
Levan swore. He'd hoped this would have been easier, but with those knights just giving up an leaving he guessed he had to find that man himself. He waited a few more moments, trying to see if someone exited the building, then entered after the knight. He wasn't very athletic, but he had no choice. He had never been this close to an artefact. Not that he knew of, at least. He had to find it. He just had to!
The scholar decided to just follow the knight's footsteps. The man was trained to find people on the run. If he was any good at his job, why would Levan doubt his methods?
Levan swore. He'd hoped this would have been easier, but with those knights just giving up an leaving he guessed he had to find that man himself. He waited a few more moments, trying to see if someone exited the building, then entered after the knight. He wasn't very athletic, but he had no choice. He had never been this close to an artefact. Not that he knew of, at least. He had to find it. He just had to!
The scholar decided to just follow the knight's footsteps. The man was trained to find people on the run. If he was any good at his job, why would Levan doubt his methods?
So are we all supposed to go to her rescue and meet up?
The gate was open so you could move up the huge lawn towards an equally impressive private mansion. There were several steps to climb before you reached the front door where you could ring the doorbell.
A Sumarian male answered the door. You didn't need to be very well-trained in seeing the differences between members of other races to notice that this was not the person you had spoken with over the holophone. This man was tall and thin, towering over you with a very blank look on his face, clearly not recognising you. He wore a Sumarian formal suit, which looked like a blue linnen bathrobe, with red accentuations and a red belt to keep it together. Under that you could only see hints of a blue dress shirt and no pants. He wore shoes, though "Yeeeeees?" He asked with a slur as he looked down on you from above. The man's breath smelled rather awful, as was the case for most Sumarians.
A Sumarian male answered the door. You didn't need to be very well-trained in seeing the differences between members of other races to notice that this was not the person you had spoken with over the holophone. This man was tall and thin, towering over you with a very blank look on his face, clearly not recognising you. He wore a Sumarian formal suit, which looked like a blue linnen bathrobe, with red accentuations and a red belt to keep it together. Under that you could only see hints of a blue dress shirt and no pants. He wore shoes, though "Yeeeeees?" He asked with a slur as he looked down on you from above. The man's breath smelled rather awful, as was the case for most Sumarians.
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