A flaw that gives you good stuff (for certain rolls) doesn't sound like a flaw to me~
Only problem is that you can't use an animu picture if you have that. XD
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Only a Mother Could Love* - Character has a terribly disfiguring feature on their face. Depending on EXP invested, such a feature can either Intimidate, or mentally scar (Fear?) people. Depending on situation, can either add a +4 or -4 to Negotiation Rolls, and, during the beginning of a combat phase, the enemy must make a Concentration Roll to not be distracted by said feature.
Only a Mother Could Love* - Character has a terribly disfiguring feature on their face. Depending on EXP invested, such a feature can either Intimidate, or mentally scar (Fear?) people. Depending on situation, can either add a +4 or -4 to Negotiation Rolls, and, during the beginning of a combat phase, the enemy must make a Concentration Roll to not be distracted by said feature.
Real men do real fighting.
After all, battles aren't just determined by the size of your sword and arms.
After all, battles aren't just determined by the size of your sword and arms.
That sorta happens when no one can post.
Posted. Allereun is such a nice person.
Really, Allereun was glad that he had the shift closest to sunrise, considering his impaired vision. His hearing was good, sure, but it was masked over by the horrendous snoring of Leifr and the snorts from the horses nearby. He, himself, had always been a near-silent sleeper, and such a quality has kept him quite safe during more...dangerous nights. But of course, now, he had to watch over a whole bunch of other loud, snoring people and horses, in a place that didn't feel all too safe.
Drumming his fingers absentmindedly on his knife's hilt, the young man looked up at the three moons overhead. They weren't completely full, but their light was strong, and only going to get stronger as time goes on. The Three Moon Bloom, was it? A special state that certain Lunar Blossoms attain, only during a night bathed in three full moons.
Turning his attention to his Herbal Pouch, he decided that he may as well make a simple Mandrake concoction, just to pass some time. He brought out the Mandrake root, stirred the embers of their fire, and was about to get started, when there was another distinct sound present amongst the campers.
Footsteps, and the whisperings of an unknown language? Was this one of those magical incantations that he had heard about? The curse of a demon, lurking under the shadow of the moon?
Was this the origin of everything the trio that he had joined was here for?
Nevertheless, he kicked the embers, feeding the flames more kindling, more firewood, before stepping to his sleeping companions. Leifr was his first priority, the one who was least injured, and who was one of the more capable fighters. By the firelight, he located the snoring bear-man, and kicked him unceremoniously.
Lyrisa, the second, and hopefully someone who may be able to make sense of the whisperings that were drawing ever-closer, was the second, awoken with an urgent, but gentle shake.
And Fiore was the third, with Allereun slapping his face a few times.
The owner of that voice was drawing closer now, and Allereun did not want to waste time explaining what was going on.
Drumming his fingers absentmindedly on his knife's hilt, the young man looked up at the three moons overhead. They weren't completely full, but their light was strong, and only going to get stronger as time goes on. The Three Moon Bloom, was it? A special state that certain Lunar Blossoms attain, only during a night bathed in three full moons.
Turning his attention to his Herbal Pouch, he decided that he may as well make a simple Mandrake concoction, just to pass some time. He brought out the Mandrake root, stirred the embers of their fire, and was about to get started, when there was another distinct sound present amongst the campers.
Footsteps, and the whisperings of an unknown language? Was this one of those magical incantations that he had heard about? The curse of a demon, lurking under the shadow of the moon?
Was this the origin of everything the trio that he had joined was here for?
Nevertheless, he kicked the embers, feeding the flames more kindling, more firewood, before stepping to his sleeping companions. Leifr was his first priority, the one who was least injured, and who was one of the more capable fighters. By the firelight, he located the snoring bear-man, and kicked him unceremoniously.
Lyrisa, the second, and hopefully someone who may be able to make sense of the whisperings that were drawing ever-closer, was the second, awoken with an urgent, but gentle shake.
And Fiore was the third, with Allereun slapping his face a few times.
The owner of that voice was drawing closer now, and Allereun did not want to waste time explaining what was going on.
Doesn't she have fear of the woods though? Would hilly wilderness count as the woods? And at night too...perhaps girl falling from the sky would be the best option here, after all.
Oh my. There's so much q.q in the IC. Is the abandoned bandit camp small enough for Allereun/Lyrisa to have heard that cry after they started heading northwards?
Wait, this RP is separated by Eras...so are you saying that this RP is a multi-generational one?
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