Fetzen

Nocturne

Hold on, may I get up another post? I need to show what Alenios did during the siege of Prague via a memory.

@Claw2k11

You want me to wait ?

Nocturne

I hope I can get something up today.

Heroically heroic heroes on an adventurous adventure!

Vekyzz looked at his hand and looked back up to see the animal run away at blazing speed. Then he focused in on his hand again just to recognize how bruised it had become in these fractions of a second. And then he looked back up to check for the horse again, but only to see the blue... whatever it was... again. Then the human he had just smashed to the ground put himself back into action by presenting Vekyzz the most sneering grin the demon had seen in weeks. He wasn't amused at all.

Wasn't somebody waving at him ? Grumbling and baring his teeth, Vekyzz stepped away from the man without looking back. He had to concentrate in order to locate the loud (and somewhat annoying) noise in the middle of the mess this 'parking area' was. Only a considerable number of seconds later Baxxink finally came into the demon's view and he adjusted his course.

@Halvtand
"What's this ? A nutshell ? Couldn't you have picked something even smaller ?" Vekyzz volleyed his personal criticism towards the small goblin. The problem was that using a certain tone or wording too often could lead to others becoming resistant against it. This held true especially for friends - and such they were at least. The coach developed a massive list when Vekyzz placed himself next to the goblin. The demon was emitting a significant amount of warmth despite the fact that he'd hardly engaged physically. "I suggest we go." Of course this wasn't their couch, or was it ?

Torn Across the Rift

*waiting for the cloud of dust to shoot out from the dead guy when Vaughter squishes him

@Affili

It seems that condition 1 (dead guy) is now fulfilled. However, unfortunately, I have to squeeze in another precondition before proceeding to the Vaughtar-panicks-because-he-suddenly-realizes-he's-trying-to-warm-a-corpse scene, and that is me not being ill anymore. Was bound to bed for the last two days and I'm only slowly picking up my pace again :(

Can't wait until Dimitri makes him totally drunk :o

Nocturne

Valeria was a wasteful place. Perhaps Gold-Notch-Alley wasn't the most appropriate place for getting an unbiased impression of the great city, but domes of noble metal visible up the mountain were reason enough to start thinking: Wouldn't the world, erm, Nocturne, be a bit of a better place if wealth would be a bit less concentrated ? It was an inherently unstable system that made it easier for those to accumulate more who already had much of it.

At least that was what Hatuum thought as he was walking along the streets. He wore a black dyed, thick and woolen cloak that reached from his shoulders down to almost his feet and was held in place by a no less black girdle spanning tightly around his huge waist. His hair of medium length was combed left and right, forming a neat parting in the middle. That would have to suffice for getting into the Council chambers. Since Valeria was basically on Hatuum's way back to the western provinces attending a public hearing couldn't hurt, could it ? Not that he was interesting in the palaver going on in there. It was the early acquired knowledge that words and official threats were not the only way a political dispute could be won. The fact of it being an open session would also mean that a lot of other rich and influential persons would be present. He could act as a silent lobbyist for himself by picking the right, subtle hints. Or, which was not that unlikely, just by getting recognized by someone with the right interests.

Hatuum felt the constant pressure of eyes staring at him from behind. Some people stepped sideways as he approached them, some others just stood there and turned their heads as he evaded them. It certainly was no new phenomenon, but he still felt better the moment the large doors closed behind him. Now where to sit ? In search for an adequate position, the man squeezed himself through the already rather densely packed crowd. Several persons grumbled as he temporarily blocked their vision, but he finally found a place where he wouldn't do so permanently - there just wasn't anyone around him. Still the bench gave a cracking noise when Hatuum sat down, his knees being situated so much higher than his bottom that he could rest his arms and head on them without bending too much.

He stared down towards Amelia. Seeing an Elder was a very rare sight for him.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984 Madawc sighed and waved his hand in some sort of half-hearted apology. "Sorry... I'm just a bit sensitive today..." Of course it was a lie - he was always quite sensitive, but who was the king that he needed to know ? He tried out the next mount with the same result as before. "Don't you have anything stronger ?"

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"What are you doing ?" Madawc got pretty annoyed by the workers trying to lend him a helping hand when mounting. It was completely unnecessary from his point of view. "Do you think I'm not able to get up there myself ? Do you want to see how strong and physically able I am ?" His words were directed partly at the workers themselves, but also partly at the king. After all he was the man who had the authority to give undeniable instructions here.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

Madawc put on his new, heavy armor before following the king. Not doing so beforehand would be pretty pointless since he intended to actually use that new equipment. The stables were very large - not really a big surprise. The question was if the king would have a suitable mount. Madawc placed himself on the first one they encountered, not caring much about anything. The result was pretty much the same as with his old one.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

It appeared that noone had taken his chuckling amiss, so there was no reason for the Skayleigh not to be relaxed. With curiosity dripping from his face, the giant watched the scenery unfolding in the distance. Immediate conclusions ? Probably don't stay here too long or more and more people will try and join the group. Would Vanya even approve of this ? After all, while every new member in theory should make them stronger, in practice there could evolve so much disharmony out of it that the opposite could become true. On the other hand: No plaintiff, no judge. Unless the queen was able to teleport noises secretly from here into her throne room she'd probably never learn what happened here.

What An-Hasst started to wonder about however was if this decision would be a democratic one or not. He decided to turn around and step towards the gathering - even if it meant having to dig his feet into the swamp.

There once was a Skayleigh,
his name was An-Hasst.
He approached the lunatic
completely aghast.

Why was he singing
without any reason ?
Fill our ears with ringing
and then commit treason ?

It's a crude theory,
speculative havoc.
Probs he brings glory,
it'd be An-Hasst's shock!

Maybe you could help him,
tell him what's up.
But I have the feeling
he wants to say: Shut up!

While severely bending pronounciation to make his improvised rhyme not fall completely apart, the huge Skayleigh had wandered around Ursaren. Now he squatted in front of the sitting man. "Please, forgive me my natural impatience. I'm just overwhelmed by your behaviour at the moment. First asking about werewolves, then... this. Why ?"

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Banana

Nocturne

Assuming this is still open, I'd love to throw my hat into the mix. :)

@XenoCyanide

As far as I know, it is.