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5 days ago
Current I don't like driving. It stresses me out. -.-
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14 days ago
I started working on RP stuff at 7:30 am. Two posts and one character sheet later, its 1:25 pm. Good grief.
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14 days ago
I have a really good character idea but I'm a little afraid to use it, because it could be taken in an extremely questionable direction, which is not the direction I would take it in at all.
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15 days ago
I have a problem. I would rather read the story I’m trying to write than write it myself.
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17 days ago
‘Ih’: grunt meaning “I-can’t-befucked-todoit”. Thank you Marsh.

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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless


Note: If I look inactive or sporadic, I’m not. The two main RPs I’m in do quite a lot on Discord. Regardless of my posting history or frequency, I’m on daily.


Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.

In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...

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(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


~~ Macbeth, Shakespear





“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”




“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”




“What do you know?”

“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”

“What do you want, then?”

“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”




"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.

'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'

'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.

'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'

'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.

'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'

'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'

'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'

'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'

'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"

The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.

"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"

"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"

"Let us say it does," the messenger said.

"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"

The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"

...




“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.

“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”




"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."

Silence

"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."




"What is it to be witty, then?”

“To say clever things.”

“And what is cleverness?”

“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”

The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.




“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”

Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”

~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson


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Character sheet ver 2, long overdue.


Ferrin Astra


The cabin was lit by half light of the sun streaming through a small porthole. It's stale and musty air was tinged with the omnipotent taste of salt. Wood staves creaked and groaned with the gentle rocking of the ship, providing a discordant chorus. A lone figure, standing straight and tall, interrupted the light's path, sending his shadow sprawling across the floor. A silent tension lay over him. His breath was steady, a gentle, rhythmic ebb and flow. Around him, a gentle silver mist swirled in time with his inhale and exhalation. The amount of magic gathered in the room was visible to the naked eye in the form of that mist. Fractured images, like shards of a mirror, danced within the roiling mist, reflecting the inside of the cabin and it's occupant.

Tenrou Island was near.
Ferrin could feel it.

He felt a blanketing calm cover him, fill him. A stillness broken only by gentle sounds of life and the creaking chorus of the ship.

He discarded unnecessary thoughts.
He discarded unwanted feelings.

He discarded sight.
He discarded hearing.
He discarded taste, touch, and smell.

Only the magic remained. Seething and surging. Life itself. He focused his mind solely on his control. He held the trance-like state as he opened his eyes and with slow, dream-like motions, readied himself. Pants, Shirt, socks, shoes, and finally, his donned his Armament, the enchanted coat that had seen him through many battles and had preserved his life on numerous occasions. A flash of requip magic brought Shiden, his trusty sword, to his hand. he inspected it's glimmering length and razor-sharp edge. He gave it an experiential flourish, listening to it rend the air. Satisfied, he dismissed it, sending it back to it's magical storage dimension.

He was ready.

With a relaxed exhale, he also dismissed the gathered magic mist, which quickly dispersed into nothing. Wrapping his blanket of calm around his shoulders, like a mantle. With purposeful motions, he opened the door, passed through the hall and strode out into the sunlight.

And promptly collapsed on the deck. "It is...so hot." Ferrin gasped. The air was still and humid and the sun's heat mercilessly beat down on the ship. And in the thousand degree heat, he was wearing a heavy coat and a metal arm. "Nopenopenope." Ferrin muttered, dragging himself back into the relative coolness of the shade. He stood up and swung off his coat. Out of a pocket, he produced a felt pen and then used it to draw a rune on the inside of his coat. He stuck the pen behind his ear and placed his metal palm on the rune. "Rune magic," He chanted. "Regulare Cauma." The was a quick rush of magic and when he removed his palm, the activated rune gently glowed silver. Ferrin slipped his coat back on and sighed in relief. "Ahh, much better." He sighed. The rune regulated heat, which meant that he could stay cool even in the hot sun while wearing a heavy coat.

He spotted Sasha, the driving force behind this expedition, in conversation with another girl and what appeared to be a strange cat. He raised an eyebrow and meandered over, catching the last part of what Sasha was saying.

"With the caliber of wizards gathered here, I would be more worried about making sure the island is safe. If it is still there by the end of this, I will be quite surprised." He called, opting for his signature wisecracks. The magus stopped beside her, giving the two females a nod. He folded his hands behind his back and greeted then. "Good morning." He said to them with unusual friendly cheer. Then his expression turned almost comically puzzled. "I think it is morning. Is it still morning? ...yeah it's morning, jury is still out on the good part though. Good morning." He repeated, flashing both of them a genteel smile. It looked a little strange and out of place. A careful observer might notice the tension in his stance and the restless energy that his imposed calm failed to hide.

He was also gently tapping his right heel and rubbing the thumb and forefinger of his metal hand together behind his back.

@MarshiestMallow@LightningMaiden
Lots of stuff happens in Discord.

So the OOC can seem a little spotty and empty at times.
@Crimson Raven I wonder, does pianos exist in the Fire Emblem world? Are they too technologically advanced? I have no idea. Oh, well. I've been told all the changes requested have been made, so...

Kara is accepted. Move her over to the character tab.


I have no idea. ^_^

I used it as an alternative image that displays her draconic features a bit better.
Nation - Think you forgot the word “Woods”, heh.

Weapon Mastery - Ah, you know what? Yeah, let’s give the stones a weapon mastery thing. Sacred Stones didn’t have one, but why leave you out? Haha.

Level - 10 is high. Even higher when we consider that Manaketes don’t promote, they just continue being. Manaketes are naturally far stronger than their levels would suggest. Essentially, each Manakete level is essentially worth two human levels. I realize she’s a veteran of over a thousand years, but… gameplay reasons, ya know? Maybe she’s a bit rusty from only fighting weak foes for a while? XD

Background - The one part I have already read. Yupp, it’s fine.

Equipment - Ah, on the point of the range of the Dragonstone breath attack… It’s not quite two. Your reach is shorter than that of mages and archers. That said, it’s definitely further than a man can strike with a sword, so… 1.5? Well, we’ll keep track of it when we’re playing. Archers probably can attempt to fire from three tiles or more away, but I’ll give them serious to-hit penalties, haha…

Ability - Fine that she’s faster than the regular dragon, but fast enough to outrun a pegasus? I don’t know about that. When in human form her wings are too small, while in dragon shape she’s significantly heavier. You’re fast, sure, but fast enough to match the class which best feature is its speed? Not sure. You have so many other advantages.

I also desire you somehow mention the weakness of being a Manakete, because I can’t have you being a dragon all the time. Your dragonstone will serve as a battery, keeping your dragon-form powered. We can think of this as a natural barrier that exists in the dragonstone magic to ensure the madness of the dragon-form does not afflict the Manaketes, forcing them to stay human-shaped even when perhaps they wish otherwise. Over time, it’ll “charge up” again, but it’s to ensure you save yourself for when it matters or suffer the consequences.

Yeah. Otherwise, it’s fine. We did have that discussion about dragon-features, but we’ve decided that’s fine. I’ll await your comments on the things I’ve raised here.

Edit: @Crimson Raven ... Forgot to mention you, and mentions don't work when I edit them in. Oh, well, I'm confident you'll find this. Haha.


Level- I thought of this immediately. I'll lower it to 7. Is that acceptable?

Equipment- 1.5? Okay. I'll keep in mind that it's shorter then mages and archers, but longer then a sword.

Ability- Perhaps I exaggerated too much. What I mean is, her speed can challenge pegusi's. Like besides them, few things are faster than her in the air. I don't see the size of her wings in human form being an issue. WE can either say they are bigger, or just ignore the issue altogether. My thinking is that it's not entirely physics, as there are serious problems with something the size of a horse or as heavy as a dragon flying, but there is some innate magic that helps them fly. Magic she would have access too in human form. However, her 'flying' in human form would be severally limited to more of a glide, and her fire breath would be just a small flame. I had this in mind as I typed, I think I should have put it down somewhere.

Edit: Oh yeah, I was also unsure of her dragonform's size. I think I'll decease it slightly. What do you think would be a reasonable size? I'm thinking at least bigger then wyverns.

Weakness- Yeah, I can put in down. It was outlined in the OP so I thought it unnecessary, but no problem.

Edit: Oh! what if the Weapon Mastery rank denotes how long they can stay transformed? Higher the rank = more time. (In this case, I'll lower her rank to D.)
Here it is, long overdue. Thanks for sticking with me. Oh and possible mild spoilers in the backstory.


I'm working on the opening post. I'm going to get us started.

@Crimson Raven So. How's it going? It's starting to reach the amount of time where I really should start potentially taking action.


...I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day, and/or I didn't need sleep.
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