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I haven't left, I'm waiting for others to post.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

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Hunters! Forgive me once again for being absent as of late. The beginning of our new hunt will be starting Saturday....if your character is not there too bad! so sad.....but seriously.... be there...unless you know you traded sides *Looks at @Sunsetroses* or otherwise tied up at the witches castle!

@Aerandir

Probably there will be another collab Mei, shag and I did before Saturday, but Andri will return to Seren's Folley in time.

Btw. @Meiyuki I've added a Khan part to Andri's CS, as promised.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

The demon-man didn't exactly feel satisfied by Xavier's reassurance. They were still rather close to the main road and this could mean two different things: Either the likelihood of thieves, marauders and other folks of that kind passing by was decreased because there were so many traders and travellers around who would see things, or it was increased because there were so many traders and travellers around who could be robbed. However, Madawc didn't cling to the topic and fell asleep soon. He didn't snore.

Xavier had already been keeping on his promise for several hours when there was a second noise. The mute had entirely forgotten about the first one he had heard hours ago, and in fact that one had not turned out to be of any importance after all. Yet this one was peculiar so he decided to investigate, even if that meant leaving the campsite behind for several meters.

Having made his way into the surroundings, the warrior had barely enough time to raise his sword and parry the incoming attack. Was this a man or a beast ? It was so dark and he had to pay attention to other things now that he couldn't decide just yet. He yelled the thing into the face: "Madawc! Get here!" Hopefully that pudgy man would get onto his feet quickly - if he woke up.

He did. That's what Xavier could see in the corner of his view, but his companion wasn't prepared for combat, and having been asleep until right now probably wasn't the best precondition in such a situation.

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@beyond visions
That's okay for me. Perhaps we can collab it into your major post ?

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@beyond visions
Well, that rope part definitely was a mistake on my part and I apologize for that. Please don't throw your work over board because of my faults.

However Othen is having a firm grasp around Emmett's upper arm since my first post. Emmett can't just return to the camp without either breaking free of that or dragging Othen behind him.

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That would probably be a damn short post as I have not much to go on without hitting unknowns in another post that is halfway done. And at the state things CURRENTLY are IC, he has no reason to just return.

Aside from that I'd like to ask for understanding of me being kinda demotivated at the moment.

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I have removed my latest IC post as @beyond visions has pointed out to me that Emmett's next post, that was halfway done, contains actions that would be in unsolveable conflict with the ones described in my post.

I won't post anymore on that scene as it's apparently already planned for it to come to an end and I don't know the post for Emmett that is pending so I can't come up with anything that is not in conflict. Perhaps there will be a retrospective in my next post so there is at least any description of Othen's reactions to what was said to him etc..

Content of former IC post

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Othen Perelyn

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Othen didn't let loose of Rook's nephew. In fact, it rather seemed that his grip slowly tightened as the discussion around him progressed. If deliberately or by being distracted from fine-tuning his strength, that was up to Emmett to judge. If it had been someone else than crazy Emmett, he would not have believed this flower picking story at all. For the days passed since the beginning of this journey however, that boy had been prooving himself to be foolish enough to make the thought of him searching nice looking petals in the middle of the night, in the middle of the Badlands, feasible. And Floure and Grace apparently did support his statements, so even if he had not believed it right now, he would not have been in the mood for initiating a three-against-one trade of barbs. He had no idea that all three of them were making a fool out of him...

Yet there was something that did grab his attention: The rope. "Tell me Emmett... did you tie yourself to a tree in order to limit the area within you could get lost ?" His downward-facing countenance was telling that he knew that something odd was going on here, but Othen still had no hint about what that could be. Emmett was a bloody, steady annoyance. With that opinion having been confirmed once more and for the sake of being able to continue slumbering sooner, he let loose of him.

Before heading off back to the camp, Othen unraveled the knot that held the rope slung around the dead tree's trunk - and then slung it around that other trunk that was his forearm. "Feel free to go for a pee now. I don't think that thing's long enough in order to gain enough distance from the camp to not annoy anyone with the smell of it once I'm back there." He indeed did intend to serve as a dead tree's replacement for the rest of the night. Whatever Emmett had been doing out here, he likely wouldn't be able to do it again within the range he would be restricted to as, apparently, he had to go out this far for it. Hopefully Emmett would be fit by tomorrow and not be impaired to much by this self-induced lack of sleep: There was a strict training regime Othen had ready in his mind for Captain Cocky. He planned on 'proposing' it the moment Emmett would live up to Othen's nickname for him the next time. He had not yet made that new name public.

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Please ignore this erroneous post

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Othen didn't let loose of Rook's nephew. In fact, it rather seemed that his grip slowly tightened as the discussion around him progressed. If deliberately or by being distracted from fine-tuning his strength, that was up to Emmett to judge. If it had been someone else than crazy Emmett, he would not have believed this flower picking story at all. For the days passed since the beginning of this journey however, that boy had been prooving himself to be foolish enough to make the thought of him searching nice looking petals in the middle of the night, in the middle of the Badlands, feasible. And Floure and Grace apparently did support his statements, so even if he had not believed it right now, he would not have been in the mood for initiating a three-against-one trade of barbs. He had no idea that all three of them were making a fool out of him...

Yet there was something that did grab his attention: The rope. "Tell me Emmett... did you tie yourself to a tree in order to limit the area within you could get lost ?" His downward-facing countenance was telling that he knew that something odd was going on here, but Othen still had no hint about what that could be. Emmett was a bloody, steady annoyance. With that opinion having been confirmed once more and for the sake of being able to continue slumbering sooner, he let loose of him.

Before heading off back to the camp, Othen unraveled the knot that held the rope slung around the dead tree's trunk - and then slung it around that other trunk that was his forearm. "Feel free to go for a pee now. I don't think that thing's long enough in order to gain enough distance from the camp to not annoy anyone with the smell of it once I'm back there." He indeed did intend to serve as a dead tree's replacement for the rest of the night. Whatever Emmett had been doing out here, he likely wouldn't be able to do it again within the range he would be restricted to as, apparently, he had to go out this far for it. Hopefully Emmett would be fit by tomorrow and not be impaired to much by this self-induced lack of sleep: There was a strict training regime Othen had ready in his mind for Captain Cocky. He planned on 'proposing' it the moment Emmett would live up to Othen's nickname for him the next time. He had not yet made that new name public.

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@Deserted Is Rook not sleeping at the camp like Othen did ?

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I'll wait for Grace's and Emmett's reaction while thinking about how Othen could behave in case he's in nuclear meltdown because having been revealed to a little conspiracy by Grace :)