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Current Here's a cautionary tale, always be there for your friends. If not maybe they might disappear, they should hear at least once a day they mean a lot to you.
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6 days ago
Depression is a bitch.
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12 days ago
*laser eyes* NAY BEGONE, GREYHAWK IS BETTER
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Pathfinder > Dungeons and Dragons
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14 days ago
"I am NOT! A MORON!" "Well, how about now? NOW WHO'S A MORON?" "Could a MORON PUNCH! YOU! INTO! THIS! PIT? Huh? Could a moron do THAT?" "Uh oh."
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Color me interested, there's quite a few interesting things that can be done in this setting.


Wordage: 298 (+1 points) | Experience: 12/20 EXP
Location: Nyakuza Metro ➡ Gerudo Town (Sandswept Sky)
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@Yankee

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Nadia’s face likely lit up at the sight of the sour-puss scholar's expression, a mixture between indignant irritation and gruff surprise.

Osvald grumbling and annoyed, begrudgingly accepted the Yellow Pass from Nadia, whom stuck her tongue out impishly when the older man snatched it from her hand with a derisive snort and crossed his arms sighing gruffly without saying a word. No need for thanks, the grumpy scholar's demeanor was enough to satisfy the feral.

Without further due, they boarded the subway car and the bright colorful lights and many sounds of the Nyakuza Metro faded as did Osvald's irritation replaced by stoic curiosity as he stared out the glass to the dimly lit tunnels until finally for what seemed like an eternity the bright light of the sun lit up everything.

Osvald's eyes strained, holding an arm up to shield his gaze from the searing brilliance of the sun that beat down above, feeling it's heat upon his skin, the light in the sky didn't feel warm or temperate least of all in the sweltering desert of the Sandswept Sky.

"There’s an oasis with an inn not too far," he mentioned to the group at large. "I’ll be hanging out there while you all do what you need to do."

It didn't take long for the scholar to figure out that the deserts relentless heat was nothing to trifle with brushing off sand from his trousers Osvald skipped the preamble, he needed to rest.

Therion didn't need to be too perceptive to notice the disgruntled older man had decided to follow him, but it seemed that Osvald hadn't the slightest intention to engage in conversation other than a nod when their eyes met.

This Gerudo Town apparently allowed no men within their walls, an odd tradition though it was of no importance to the scholar he was too busy concerned with his own well-being a he trudged along in silence tailing the thief like a bad habit.
@LostDestiny without conflict I don't see how any bond can grow with my character and the party. This retcon has made it difficult for me to get into character.

Hold on maybe he almost got into a drunken fist fight with Jormund, he gets beaten then laughs and Bing bam boom friends
@rush99999 I'd rather keep the orc enemy as it's me grasping for straws to make the deus ex make any semblance of sense for me to be able to write.
It just occurred to me that even though the transition definitely wasn't normal we can still say we knows bits and pieces say maybe that Max, and Gorgash fled after a brief scuffle between Gorgash and Hammerhand, Max flees when the androgynous person appeared, and the innkeeper is still pissed though they all paid generously more drinks than a peasant could afford so they didn't say anything.

There could be some damaged tables here and there, chairs this way and that. Just a little idea mind.
@Lurking Krog maybe we can say Hammerhand and Jormund took the drinking contest too far, it's time to build that legendary uncle lore
Done!

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A pool of muddied crimson spread upon the wet ground where the body lay, lifeless bloody and mangled without a head - Clive slumped to the ground on his knees, his bare chest heaving shivering in the rain as he held his arms close.

'He..He's dead...We...' the legs of his pants stained with the blood of the dead man he had fell to his knees before, his breast rising and falling breathing ragged gasps in vain to pace his heart as it beat against his chest - thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump... his russet hair damp from the downpour shrouded his face, which was a mixture of disbelief and relief.

"We..We did it!" the farmhand uttered, trying to catch his breath and calm his rapidly beating heart, Clive breathed in and out, in the end he hadn't done nothing but he made Zigmund pay for all he did...

"Clive, Barracker," MacKenzie called to them, the least hurt of everyone. "Please, help Fenna... and Adam..." she looked around and saw that the ruined temple entrance had crumbled into such a way that there was a shelter - an alcove of sorts - big enough for all of them to wait out the rain and wait for the village of Cherrad to come with medicine. "...that shelter, there."


“On your feet, soldier,” he said warmly. Then looked at Sil wherever she was, and told the falcon. “She is going to be fine.” Then as they walked a pace manageable for Fenna, Barracker mentioned to his comrade in arms. “You caused Zigmund quite a bit of trouble with that spear of yours.”


Barracker taking their injured companion up, helping Fenna to her feet made the southerner smile "Darn tootin' you both fought well." Though he wasn't too badly injured Clive's body was a patchwork of bruises, cuts and with no shirt to shield him from the elements the rain and wind bit him with a cold in his aching joints.

Still the farmer grunted struggling to his feet giving Zigmund's lifeless body one last look before saying "I ain't sure who you are but I'd be deader than a doornail without that dang shield of yours." Clive gave the pale stranger named Barracker a light clap on the shoulder.

He didn't say anything to Fenna, though the look he gave her said enough behind his shaggy mess of hair were a set of worried eyes but also the same warm he always had. Clive, put on a brave face to mask his worry for the allies he solemnly vowed to protect and following the fight his mind was filled with doubts.

Once all was said and done, the group took shelter in the old ruins away from the relentless rain that poured from the heaven's like angels tears Clive laid against a cold stone wall he looked almost tired, rubbing his aching shoulder watching everyone go about. Zell, that roguish bastard definitely made a gamble in what he did, so did James who sat a bit aways looking withdrawn meanwhile Adam made sure everyone was looked after then MacKenzie approached him.

"Clive," she began, her tone replicating the surprise she felt when he'd first appeared on his ethereal steed. Unsure quite how to word it, she just did her best; "How are you here? You were..." She shook her head, mystified. "What happened?"


Grunting the farmer slowly rose to his feet, he looked no worse for wear other than the bruises and cuts covering his body like a patchwork of knicks and scratches all over his chest and upper body, his hair was a mess and he had a tired look in his eyes but still the same old smile on his face.

"What kinda gosh darn greetin' is that?" Clive straightening up twinged slightly feeling a pain in his back he hissed "Ooh, that's smarts..." he leaned back against a wall and looked at his friend dropping his candor he answered MacKenzie best he could with a sigh he explained he awoke somewhere in the hills where a group of robed figures surrounded him they had wanted to take him somewhere, where? He hadn't cared, because something called to him the winds cried and echoed and he fled leaving them.

"Didn't quite understand how or why them strangers gave me life but I swore I'd do all in my power to protect you all, a right good job I did." the southerner looked down shaking his head with a sigh.

He was given a second chance, and yet he wasn't strong enough to kill Zigmund let alone protect them from him, he tried to shake these thoughts instead focusing on the positives taking a deep breath "No use moping about it...I'm just glad ya'll are alright." a warm smile returned to his face, he laughed loud and hard finally relaxing both washed by a wave of fatigue and relief once more that everything was going to be okay.
Working on something rn
Busy last couple days will get to reading good and proper and posting within the next day or so.
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