Dragoknighte

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: The Caravan
Interacting with: Ntaj

Well that wasn't a question she had been expecting. Well, it was semi-common that she was asked if she was some kind of witch or similar thing after they witnessed a bit of Natural magic, but after meeting a guy five minutes ago? That caught her off guard.

"Niib nar. Zuthûl-laga-ob. Um. Erg, Druid-izg." I'm not a shaman, I'm a Nature-magic-y person. Ish. Erg, I'm a druid. Trying to explain what she was in Orcish with a single term was a problem, because as far as she knew, there actually wasn't a corresponding word for the term in any language. The elves might. They seemed like the kind of people that would have one. Not the case with orcs. Mentally, Cyne started to form an answer to possible questions of "what is a druid and what makes them different to a shaman."

On second thought, Cyne could see how he could think she was a shaman. From what she heard about them, they also tended to wear animal garments (but a lot less of them) and were frail, cast from a distance types. But didn't they deal with spirits as a main source of their magical capabilities? That always seemed like a dumb way of conducting business. Why not just roll a pair of dice and on snake eyes you end up burning everything within a fifty-yard radius to a pile of ash?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I'll be posting later. Possibly tonight depending on how things go

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Da Bus

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Isn't it funny how when you don't have the time or inclination to be distracted, suddenly they're everywhere, but when you're desperately looking for something to do, all those wells of diversion seem to dry up? Mali looked through her phone and online for anything that could help take her mind off the irritation at her schedule being thrown out of whack, and the kid who sang off-key version of This Is What You Came For while he danced in the aisle during one of the bus' many traffic stops. It was astounding how badly one could fuck up singing a stretched out version of the word "You." An adolescent boy's vocal chords with constant cracks was not an acceptable complement to a 28 year old black woman's.

Part of the issue was that essentially anything involving audio was out of the question, unless she wanted to pop in some earbuds and hope that she could increase her future hearing loss even further. But she was pretty sure that her phone didn't go that loud. The thought crossed her mind to get off at the next possible stop, but knowing her luck today, that would probably be the kid's as well. Well, it seemed like the only thing she would be able to do for the time was grit her teeth and bare it. So that's what she would do.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Maybe I should just go ahead and do something dumb to ruin everyone's potential plans.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: The Caravan
Interacting with: Ntaj

While it was a good thing that Ntaj was happy that he found somebody who could speak the same language as he (probably for the first time in months if Cyne's experiences travelling were anything to go by), he seemed kind of clingy and Cyne wasn't so sure she appreciated him calling her a "sister." Of course all things are connected in nature, and he meant sister as a term of one of the same heritage, beyond their race they probably didn't share too much in common. Cyne personally would only consider calling one of her blood-siblings or a fellow druid "brother" or "sister," but, she wouldn't bring it up or hold it against Ntaj. Probably.

But then there was the problem of trying to figure out everything he was asking. His dialect was a lot more verbose than what she was used to, and he was speaking really quickly.

"Um... rûm-izg ranu krugalrut kurnu, naan rûm-sha shara-hai aarshu krul. Ozghuz aarshlût brunaz. Gundulu mupshu, hlamturn-hai nagaz. Erm, maukuz staazu. Uruk-hai nûrz. Maukuzut aarshlût-aaraarsh." Um... I've been traveling for about 26 moons, but I've only been traveling with these humans for a couple days. However, most of these people have only met yesterday. Some of them are guards, and others are adventurers. Erm, I have fought monsters before. And the orcs here are hostile, they fought us yesterday morning.

Cyne would have normally asked if he had anymore questions but that would only encourage another flood. She had had to rack her brain for some words here or there, but overall managed to get out the answers to his questions quickly enough. However she was unwilling to bet that she would continue to be able to remember everything necessary. What she didn't need to think about beforehand was her reaction to Honey. She almost squealed at the sight of the mammal. Badgers were some of her favorite mammals as a child. They were adorable, but ferocious, which just made them cuter. But it retreated back into the back rather quickly. Oh well, maybe she would be able to talk to it later.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Will be posting today

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Da Bus

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Mali didn't mind taking public transportation. Really, she didn't. Sure the internal temperature swung on a pendulum from "Thanksgiving Oven" in the summers to the Arctic Circle in the winter (but returned to Thanksgiving Oven when the heaters are turned on), the seats might be cracked and worn, it might smell kinda funky, the suspension had a habit of making passengers go airborne and the people on it might often be obnoxious, blaring music from their radio right behind Mali when there's such a thing as headphones that little adolescent fuckwit.

But it wasn't that bad. In fact, it could be considered part of the unorthodox charm of riding the bus. After all, basically everyone here was in the same boat, not having a vehicle of their own to drive wherever the hell they need to go. In a way, the bus is the meeting place of the common people, and that was kinda cool and interesting. Well, it would be if one of those common people would turn down their radio below 100 decibels. The bus wasn't that loud, goddamn.

Oh yeah, apparently Danica was Peyton's sister or something. That was fine, Mali guessed. If you're into that kind of stuff. She might have been more interested in this tidbit if she was invested in the suicide case, or if it hadn't come from such an annoying source. Your radio is so loud that the speakers are rattling! Do you not even care about audio quality, kid? But Mali would rather forget about the whole ordeal and move on, but something told her that she wasn't going to hear the end of this ordeal. In an effort to distract herself from the future hearing loss going on behind her, she entered the business card's number in her contacts list. It's pretty hard to get something going for an emergency if you had to dig out a card and copy it to get to the "Emergency Company" or whatever it was called. Suddenly the radio volume spiked even louder than it had been as it blared some manufactured single from the newest factory line boy band, causing most of the bus to whinge, Mali included. Deep down she wished she could turn around and throttle the kid. Nobody would protest it.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Squad Alpha, perhaps we should consider repositioning?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: The house by the road North of Salarn
Interacting with: Satilla, Ntaj

Cyne gave a long, slow sigh of relief as the irritation and pain of her torso cooled and faded away. Black and purple skin melted away to a slightly paler shade of brown than her face, arms and legs, but matched the rest of her torso. Cyne lowered her clothes, covering up skin that on second thought was probably too risque to show to a bunch on strangers. She did her best to smooth out the tunic before answering Satilla properly.

"I feel much better, thank you. I just hope that this won't end up weakening your ability to heal others later. Truth be told, I probably would have been able to whip up a salve to help with it, although I don't think it would be as scar free as your method." Her tunic wasn't cooperating much, probably because of how it bunched up, drying unevenly as she slept. Next time she had the chance, she needed to thoroughly wash all her clothes. Cyne made a mental note and attached it to the ends of the previous mental notes of "GET NEW MANTLE" and "ACQUIRE MORE VEILS."

The druid followed behind Satilla and Gretchin, stopping to greet the newcomer. Unlike either of the other women, she opted to speak in the tongue that he would probably be far more versed in, given his apparent difficulties with the common language.

"Sharulu rûmtalaan. Shara ghularg." Roughly translates to 'They're heading to the North, to a human settlement.' She smiled before formally introducing herself. "Cyneburg-izish. Tabub." 'I'm Cyneburg. Greetings.' He didn't seem very comfortable shaking hands, so she mimicked his bow before heading on her way. The stiffness of her bow and her accent was a pretty clear giveaway that she wasn't where he was from, but it was probably(?) more polite to use his customs. He might appreciate it.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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