Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Wait, I thought we were off to see the wizard? You know, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Geradin was going to wish for a great axe, Alice was going to wish for knowledge and An-Hasst was going to ask for people to stop bullying his name

@The Fated Fallen

News from An-Hasst's skill tree:

• An-Haste: Increased speed for several minutes.
• An-Haze: Throws a nuclear warhead smoke grenade and cannot be seen for five seconds.
• An-Hash: Goes enrage for 20 seconds, which suffices for making mincemeat out of most foes.
• An-Asshat: Passive skill. Whenever involved in a social situation, there is a small chance that someone will dare to make a mock out of his name or that he will do something wrong and be rebuffed for that. In both cases the mana cost of An-Hash and An-Haste are reduced by 50% for the next five minutes.
• An-Hassat: Passive skill. You've always sounded like someone that could come straight from a bazar! Traders are willing to give you 20% discount as well as granting you a 20% bonus when you sell items. Do not mix this with the An-Asshat ability.
• An-Hack: Disables security measures like locks, encryptions and magic seals.

Planning on making a post either this evening or tomorrow unless someone tells me not to do so and to wait. It probably won't be long though because so far noone seems to have spotted him.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Why stop at just women?

"Hey, Kevin's been working out!"
"My Muscle-o-metre is detecting 12 gauge curves on the guy!"
"Curves? You mean like..."
"I mean curvy arm muscles."
"Oh... Right."

@The Fated Fallen

What's An-Hasst's reading on this scientific instrument ? xD

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

@Cyrania Sorry for not posting earlier. My current real-life schedule keeps me quite busy.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

tags

Name: Kerylun
Level: 1
Race: Gargoyle
Class: Archer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
Tagging: @Cyrania @Ashevelendar Mentioned: Open

The gargoyle acknowledged Gwendolyns words by nodding. Not that he was a very social creature, but sometimes even he felt just better with having someone on his side. This was especially true if one's life was at stake.

People kept arriving. Hell, how large was this guild going to get ? The Eye certainly would not be a calm one... It made it even more important to gather some friends around oneself and do some networking. So far Kerylun's attention had been divided up between No and the persons that had gathered in the closest proximity to the table, so he had not been able to keep track of everyone coming in entirely.

And then it happened... No turned himself into Wears-No-thing... Or at least he tried. The 'success' was sufficient for the gargoyle's cheeks to balloon up to an almost painful looking extent while he desperately tried to vent the internal overpressure while at the same time pressing his lips together as tightly as he could. His elbow landed on the table and he started to facepalm. Or... should one say... faceclaw ?

Suddenly, Kerylun heard an unfamiliar voice call out his name. A damn needed distraction! He turned his head around. Instant thought: Wow, that was a tough lady... Maybe an Orc could act as a bit of a diversion for himself. The gargoyle lifted himself up to his full height and stepped towards the messenger. "Well No, I think you could be right about this. When you show the same quality of making a mock out of yourself on the battlefield as you did here, enemies will explode into laughter, damaging nearby foes and thereby causing a catastrophic chain reaction. However I think that your behaviour is not very... how should I say... courtly ?" The gargoyle's tone did not lack a noticeable bit of conceit before turning normal again. "Gwen ? Shrima ? I'm your man... erm... statue... erm... beast."

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

Rat King ? Wait a minute... xD

Hider

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

@Holy Soldier

Why not just vote by PM ? Double-voting impossible. Voting of people that just pass by this OOC and click the link impossible. An even number of participants doesn't necessarily mean there will be a tie. It's just a mathematical procondition to make it possible.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

Madawc had slowly relocated himself to a large stone he could rest his back against. The demon-man was breathing heavily, pain distoring his facial expression. "Get some bandages, then I'll pull the thing out." he instructed Bette with a rather harsh voice. That fight had been a tough one... "We should consider going around this forest. It isn't safe."

@Eviledd1984

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"You have a quite exquisite little patch of land down here in the South", An-Hasst replied in a somewhat happy tone. The Skayleigh too patted Calanon's elk who had taken him here surprisingly fast. "If there's something I can do for you, let me know." the half-elf added towards the ranger. Hopefully this little favor he had just offered would not result in being told to just shut up sometimes later. The man with only halfway pointed ears was quite aware of the risk, but of course he didn't mention it.

With casual steps, the walking tower approached the rest of the party. "Soo.. as I can see, everybody has survived teleportation ?" He nodded his head as if he wanted to say something like 'not bad!', though probably with a noticeable amount of sarcasm. He saw the Andred battle mage, but at this late a time even he in his tendential role as a rascal (not that he would consider himself being one!) wasn't eager of deliberately running himself into trouble again.

"So... what is the actual plan for tomorrow ? Get up early I think ? Then we should probably put ourselves to a decent rest soon."

@POOHEAD189@The ZAX@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984
The creature weighed too much for Bette's rush to have any noticeable impact by itself, but her weapon managed to punch through its heart. Exhaling the stench of flesh slowly rotting between its sharp teeth with what would be its last breath, it slowly succumbed before her. While sliding down, it left a trail of its own blood sticking to Bette's breast, belly and feet.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

tags

Name: Kerylun
Level: 1
Race: Gargoyle
Class: Archer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
Tagging: @Halvtand Mentioned: @Holy Soldier @Cyrania @JackalopeLove @KoL

If he should be relieved about the constellation of the party he was in or not, that was a split decision yelling out for a tie breaker.

On one hand it had turned out that Seth was their leader - though he was human, he had already proven that he certainly wasn't the worst one available here. Kerylun decided that he, extrapolating from what he had seen so far, could live with Gwendolyn. The elf was a bit trigger-happy perhaps, but that didn't really disturb him unless her bow would be targeting him. Lizzy... well... even if she had an annoyance level similar to that of No written in her personality... She was tiny - probably a wizard that didn't need much of a body. It could serve as an alternative means to unleash her personality on the party, but then at least it would likely be more creative and intelligent than what No was doing... The gargoyle remembered that he wanted to talk to her later on when this meeting would be over. Elel, another elf... she would reveal herself over time, hopefully.

On the other hand: They had No in their party. But wait a minute.... 'Eye of the Storm'. The chosen name made Kerylun burst into a fit of giggles. "Erm... isn't the Eye of a storm always the calmest part of the entire thing ? I don't see much potential for calmness over here... The creature didn't point towards the dragon (of which it, at this point in time, didn't know that he indeed was an imprisoned dragon). It found it unnecessary. His fit came to a sudden stop when the two chairs he was sitting on started emanating cracking noises beneath his shaking body. Uh oh... Now it looked like he was frozen in place - obviously he didn't dare to move even a single hand anymore.

"Gwendolyn ? Since you appear to be using a bow like me, do you think that we could team up ?" Speaking of which... why did such a high percentage of people carry all of their weapons and armor with them even if they seemed to have rented a room here ? Wasn't this horribly uncomfortable ? Or wait... maybe it was all stuff born by microtransaction, absolutely weightless but with the ultimate demand of being presented to other people ?