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Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Okiedoke

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

@Lucius Cypher are we just waiting on Vertigo for now?

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Lest the King have forgotten, his loyal servant and companion had no sorcerous abilities such as he had. It was odd to see the executioner look uneasy yet it mattered not, Ganondorf was silent for almost what seemed like a minute before he addressed Grindan once again, had it been any other who dared speak against him Ganondorf would have ended them where they stood however the executioner spoke out of turn he had a point.

"Hm, I haven't the means to teach you the things I know nor the time or patience. For now let me worry about the woods. There are other issues that need a more...hands-on approach." a strong arm and a solid are indeed, to cut down those who refused to kneel.

"Hmph, you know Grindan. I have allowed something to fester for too long now, the people of Kakariko should be reminded of whom is their king. You know best how to make anyone kneel, go and do so...However do not be so foolish as to storm the village Grindan." so was his orders, to address the situation in Kakariko to have the people submit to their new king. At his disposal the Gerudo King had not else to say lest the executioner inquire further.

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From behind Orin the sudden sound of a familiar voice nearly made him jump though he was likely accustomed to being surprised by now "You failed to report to me sooner Ackermore." Impa's voice cool, and icy her posture practiced and imposing her footsteps almost silent as she walked towards him and Dekkori, as well as a newcomer whom felt the woman's gaze pass over her as if she could see right through Lanayru.

"We could feel the tremors from down here, there better not be a rock slide blocking the path now Captain." Impa was not too pleased by Orin's tardiness as well as negligence to giving her a report as soon as he arrived though she softened a bit in the company of the venerated deku scrub "I hope there were no casualties Ackermore. We can't afford to lose any more than we already have."

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I was about to say spoiler but that's useful information. 😂

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Gabe has had Enough(TM).

@XxFellsingxX

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Just putzing about posting or playing video games while I pass the time

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

G A B R I E L

The bard, smacked a hand with a crisp clap against his forehead. Sighing as he watched the bugbear go the exact opposite direction he wished for him to go.

And Gabriel sighed "For fuck's sake." were his exact words after Jub called back to them.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Ugh I want to buy TotK but it's expensive

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

So @SleepingSilence you'll be happy to know I finally picked up Hades and you were right it slaps harder than my ex gf.

World of Light

Wordage: 879 words (+2 points)
Experience: 6/10 EXP
Location: Habbo Hotel ➡ Terminal Cafe
^{Interaction
Rubick's @Scarifar, Bowser & Co's @DracoLunaris, Nadia's @Lugubrious, Ichiban's @TruthHurts22, Therion and Primrose's @Yankee}

Though the cobbled avenues and canal-ridden byways of this city were alien to Artorias, the familiar racket eventually coaxed him to a somber section of the Home of Tears' western district: Grave Boulevard. It couldn't be said that the undead 'lived' here, but zombies, skeletons, and ghosts did seem common here; if you lacked a pulse and weren't out haunting the Milk Bar -strategically placed between Grave Boulevard and the Cat Towers- or the Terminal cafe, this was the place to be.

When Artorias found the source of the clamor it seemed less like a run-of-the-mill smithy and more like a crumbling mausoleum, to put it charitably. There, the skeletal blacksmith Vamos toiled away, his ancient-looking forge alight with the eerie glow of an unnatural green flame. Vamos barely looked up when Artorias approached. Knights were a common sight around smiths, and he hardly needed to petition them for their patronage, even if he was the chatty type. Instead he kept banging away, shaping the serrated swordblade of a flamberge into shape before dousing the metal in oil.

Beforehand as he stalked the sound of metal against metal through the narrow walkways leading to the mausoleum, Artorias held his sword tight like the knight were about to go into combat. So accustomed now to finding enemies at every corner did the lack of hostility caused him a certain amount of unease. Until he set foot within the darkened barrow of the smithy did the Knight Artorias loosen a grip upon his greatsword, resting by it's flat on his shoulder.

Artorias was visibly exhausted, his armor ragged and as he spoke up to the skeletal smith he sounded as though he hadn't used his voice in some time "Thou seemst quite adept with the hammer...What is thy name?" the knight said after the stranger dipped the blade he was working on in the trough by his side.

Without looking up from his work, the blacksmith replied. "Vamos." He then moved away from the anvil with the steaming blade to lay it to rest on a workbench, then took a prepared wooden handle and a chisel in his bony fingers to chip out a hollow into it for the insertion of the blade's tang.

Most blacksmiths were alike in the way that they were seldom spoken when they were working in the forge, thus the towering knight took no slight at the curtness of Vamos' demeanor he simply nodded before speaking again "Artorias." the knight said in simple greeting with a slight inclination of his back in what could be considered a bow "My blade is dull, and dirty with the blood of vermin. My eyes aren't as keen as they once were, what dost thou makest of the state of my weapon?" the knight presented his mighty blade to the skeletal blacksmith to look upon.

To the weapon's credit, Vamos allowed his eye sockets to linger on it longer than he would have for most weapons. "It'll kill well enough," he remarked simply. The more Artorias heard his voice, the stranger it sounded, with a bizarre, almost crushed reverberation to it. "Can't infuse it. But I can repair it if you need, or refine it if you've got the titanite," he added, his lack of concern for the blade's artistry increasingly apparent.

"If I had a shard to spare blacksmith," the knight said shaking his head "Dost thou knowest where one might find some?" Artorias rested his weapon once more upon his shoulders.

"I can sell shards for 200 hundred apiece," Vamos mentioned. "Other than that? A cave somewhere, I imagine."

"And what for the repair of such a blade?" Artorias asked, maybe if he had the souls to spare he could pay the blacksmith to repair his weapon.

Almost begrudgingly, Vamos took another look at the greatsword to ascertain its exact durability. After so much action without proper service, it had seen better days. "Three fifty," he declared after a moment.

The knight stood for a brief moment in silence, his breathing the only sound that escaped from beneath his hood until he grunted "I shalt be back when I hath the funds to profer to thee." Artorias turned to leave, armor clattering as he went about exiting Vamos' smithy "Farewell for now, blacksmith." he bid the undead fellow goodbye, not expecting much more than a grunt in return as he left. And stepped back into the streets where water fell from up above.

Alone, or rather the only one with a faint pulse within the narrow pathway of the Grave Boulevard; Artorias' boots carried him westward through the streets of the city, wondering where he was going and even if it mattered. Had the Magus told these Seekers of him? He hadn't even told him where he would be going after leaving him in the hotel lobby. Though he ended up winding his way towards what looked like a lively place though the individuals there mostly seemed anything but alive, where he found a familiar face.

"Hmph," he said as he approached Rubick and the strangers he accompanied ignoring a server who attempted to bar him though as the knight met the undead gaze they shrunk back "Greetings to you Magus...And present company." the knight though his tone was not unpleasant he sounded a bit aggressive around so many people, the knight wasn't used to crowded places.