Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I see one problem here. Since it is a dragon there probably won't be any trees or leaves left to accidentally cover a certain area of our characters' skins so to leave a spot of RP-friendly weakness there. However maybe all of the male characters will refuse to wash certain areas with it because it would reveal to everyone how tiny... Oh dear I've trapped into the same 'lower half' trap like TFF!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...and the skeletal death reached out with his fragile hand towards the band of brave warriors and said with his shaky voice: "C'mon! Pick me up! I'm phat l00t!"

(Just joking: I'm sure the phat lootz will be shampoo, towels and as much dragon blood as our characters can use to wash themselves with without becoming invulnerable.)

Torn Across the Rift

@Eyeris To which of the groups inside the HQ does Vaughtar currently belong to ? I've been a horribly lazy poster here the last few weeks :/

A dragon's breath means death (Fetzen & Valchyrie)

Vyzel had had his time to inspect The Warped Nail. That included counting the leaks in the ceiling which were betraying themselves by letting water go through in large driplets here and there. The discolored wooden floor told a story about the longevity of the situation, but nontheless the slayer found himself hungry and thirsty enough to dare and try out what the tavern had to offer. After all the good thing about a warm meal was that warmth had no real quality. It either was there or it was not there.

It happened so that an impressively large plate was standing by for the man to pick the next spoon full of soup out of it. It was accompanied by a mug of beer, but Vyzel could already tell that it was a rather weak beverage of which he'd need a very large lot to impair his capability of concentrating. He had no intentions to try it out though, the situation at hand was much too grave for this. While he was sitting here and waiting, that dragon -- if it really existed -- could already be busy making the task of finding and killing him a lot more difficult than he imagined it already to be. He was suffering from a complete lack of experience with regard to this business and that made him even more tensed up because... What amount of knowledge would his future partner bring with her ? Would she know so much more about dragons that he'd completely embarrass himself even before they got underway ? Vyzel knew that she was a Sylvari -- one of the people who had the privilege of starting into their lives with a given purpose even if it was only some kind of dream. Yet the slayer caught his drifting thoughts in time for not delving too deeply into the subject and slipping away from here and now.

The door was opened, someone was coming in. Vyzel had never had a chance to see Eliza La Chev beforehand, but several aspects about her told him immediately that she had to be it: She was a Sylvari. Her equipment appeared to be of extraordinary quality (though... what did he know about necromancy ?) and she appeared to know whom she was looking for herself since she didn't hesitate much to find her way into his rather lonely corner. She sat down so silently that Vyzel had to smile. His chair continued to protest against a load way beyond its original design limits with every move he made and so did now as he was offering her his open hand.

"Welcome to Muria. I'm Vyzel, Order of Whispers." As if to underline the name of his employer, Vyzel spoke out things very lowly. What they were about to discuss was of no concern to anyone else around here. So he leaned forwards and let the table support his massive elbows while looking at his soup. It wasn't disinterest. It was a facade meant to distract the other he hoped she'd immediately recognize as such. However... it did also move himself a bit out of the way of her cold breath. It was spooky for him despite the fact that he'd been given an advance warning about her being a necromancer. Sitting right next to one, especially such a powerful one, was a story of its own. "I've got enough supplies with me that it should suffice for both of us, just in case your journey was too long to bring many things along from your own homeland. Also there's a spare horse you can use if you want. So... where do we start ?" It was a question deliberately kept vague. He wouldn't admit it, but perhaps Eliza would reveal how much she knew about dragons by herself this way.

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Which half gets dirty? Right or left, up or... Oh... I didn't think of that... Oh dear

@The Fated Fallen

The inside half. The outside half remains completely intact. Or no... wait... that too could result in the same embarrassing situation you're probably referring to.

Okay. I'd say let's introduce a new alias for An-Hasst: Two-Face! One side's clean like Legolas, the other one's filthy like Aragorn!

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Wouldn't surprise me. You see how Aragorn gets so filthy in The Battle for Helms Deep? Quite the contrast to goldilocks Legolas who seems to be positively glowing throughout.

To be honest, that would be really handy to an adventurer, with the heavy travelling and often dank environments they find themselves in

@The Fated Fallen

That could have been a subtle case of plot armor. Maybe they were convinced that Legolas was more important in that movie than Aragorn so they gave him more of that.

I doubt that the same thing would apply to my half-elf. Or maybe he just gets half-dirty

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Since our party has been going on for quite a while now and I can't remember any swamp that can be called 'rejuvenating' in terms of bodily cleanliness I'd suspect that none of our characters currently is hard to find using olfactoric tracking devices (codename 'N.O.S.E').

Given that An-Hasst has ventured particularly deep into said oasis of destilled water polluted by the world's most advanced washing powder due to absolutely no ground pressure under his feet, I'd even go as far to say that he currntly might smell rather exquisitly beneath his thick armor. Unless there are some additional unknown variables caused by elvish blood that add some degree of auto-maintenance to his skin.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Othiosiya

Name: Othiosiya

Race: Drabarian

Sex: Male

Age: 170

Career/Class: Warrior (relic searcher, adventurer, hobby blacksmith)

Weapons:

• A throwing spear. He has only one of those, but it's a very large and sturdy weapon which was designed with both strength and reuseability in mind.
• Reinforced shield. Once the spear is away this item allows Othiosiya to charge in and ram and bash while providing a good amount of additional protection.
• His Drabarian breath weapon is still halfway in its infancy. It is effective against lightly armored foes or upon prolonged exposition, but that again implies that the enemy doesn't manage to evade it. After all Othiosiya is not the fastest person to move around.

Physical Description: To call him 'statuesque' would be a serious understatement: Given his age and race, he is used to going through most doorframes both crouched and sideways. His -- currently -- eight feet five inches of height are bristling with huge muscles beneath his hide. One doesn't put one's head too far above the parapet by stating that Othiosiya is a real colossus commanding an appalling amount of strength, but little speed and agility and an embarrassing frequency of incidents caused by his weight. His scales are of a darker and more reddish tone than those of the average Drabarian, a good description would be 'like old rust'. His eyes and facial features however constitute the typical resemblance of a miniaturized dragon's head. The longest of his sharp front teeth stick out along the jawline and he doesn't have ears that would be recognizeable as such. Instead he has a rather prominent array of short, pointy protrusions at places other races usually grow hair at. Anything like a tail is not yet to be seen, but there's a slight bulge on his back that could be the beginning of a pair of wings.

Armor:

• Heavy plate armor covering nearly his entire body. Despite his prolonged stay along the Thangoradrim, he has never been able to pick up a sufficient amount of Valdium, Wyrdwood or even Baldr to make it. It still is ordinary steel.
• His shield (already mentioned under the 'weapons' category)

Equipment / Other:

• A pair of boots and a robe to dress in when armor is not needed or it wouldn't be adequate to wear it.
• Some coins, but not really much to go with.
• Very large flask containing an ample amount of drinking water.
• Dried rations for multiple days.

Mental Description / Personality: Flame Apex ? Bael ? He knows these words all too well. Othiosiya has followed the great goal since he has left childhood, but like so many others of his kind he has not been able to come up with anything tangible. Now he is tired of the damn thing, feeling the pressure to play the good Drabarian who is not allowed to grow weak in his will to continue the pursuit. At this point, one could get the impression that he's already preparing for retirement, but the truth is that this is only a burnt out spot in an ocean of fuel. He has learned how to fight. He has done it many times and if he would already feel like having done enough with his life in terms of that he wouldn't join a band of mercenaries. One could say that in his attempt to escape from the great themes that typically dominate a Drabarian's life he just does the opposite and puts himself even deeper into the glorious thick of the battle.

Otherwise, Othiosiya can very well be considered being an introvert. He's nowhere near having the tendency to try and convince his environment of his own methods and experience, but is willing to lend a helpful hand if politely asked. Even by Drabarian standards he is a quite greedy eater and drinker and when there's no battle to be won he still knows how to keep his body in shape by exercising. He's not the most intelligent, but well within the average.

Goals: Othiosiya is a Drabarian. Going into a fight or trying to forge a weapon is more for him than a distraction with things one likes: It's adding more glory to a heap that has been growing far too slow for many decades.

Background / History:

• Othiosiya never came to know his father, Madawc. He died in a fight during his mother's pregnancy. Having to raise their sole child on her own, she was even more eager to make an independent adult Drabarian out of him than they'd possibly have been else. However 'conventional' education (at least what inhabitants of other nations would consider as such) wasn't one of the primary objectives. Physical prowess and how to fight were the top priorities.
• Once Othiosiya was considered fit, he was sent to the human nation of Thangoradrim. A Drabarian travelling alone and for an indefinite time wasn't something conspicuous within a society which is virtually based on searching for its relic and glory to be earned. Maybe any of those could be found in the hills and dense forests in southern Andred ? At the very least the first real, long-term contact with a foreign culture was a great variation from the typical routine of exercising and training Othiosiya had become so used to.
• His stay with the humans became longer and longer. He had seen Thangorad, but could not really afford to live there. His interest in returning had faded, but ultimately he just had to. At least his knowledge about the world had significantly improved.
• The longest episode of his life so far clearly is that of the relic searcher. It meant traveling wide and far, but 'only' fighting what happened to cross one's way and to be hostile. It still was plenty and allowed him to gain a lot of 'real' experience. Thanks to the generally quite good relationship with the dwarves, he was able to become an apprentice of one of their blacksmiths. Due to restrictions of both time and skill compared to his dwarven master things never went further than that though.
• Being in his late fourties on the human scale (or at about 150 years of his age), he has grown sick of searching. Efficiency is key and being a mercenary is bound to be more efficient in terms of heroic deeds than roaming around and waiting for things one can fight to come by themselves.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Put in a hider after GM request

@POOHEAD189

I think I can make this quick because I deem it completely unnecessary to decompile Darkraven's verbal deliveries paragraph by paragraph. Just a few things I'd like to cover:

Yes, what I did about 11 hours ago was an outburst and it was on purpose. You can probably notice the poor spelling correction applied to the post and that's a direct result from me reaching nuclear meltdown and trying to get the text out asap. I do not want to claim that everything stated in there is 100% correct to the letter. Also it would be daring to claim that my own words would be 100% objective. Honestly I also expected to get a quite harsh response from our GM for actively putting up my own red lines and ultimatums at a point where this possibly could have been over.

However the point is that I was convinced that it would not be. There are two ways to come to an 'agreement' after a prolonged debate: The honest one and the '..., but I am right and only agreeing because the more clever one gives way!' one. Darkraven in my eyes has gone for the latter without any doubt. Secondly it was Darkraven himself who demanded for speaking things out in the open repeatedly. I did nothing else than just that as far I was and am thinking about what happened.

The quality of the feedback provided to me speaks for itself. Darkraven has derailed and disqualified himself so hard that I frankly don't care if my refusal to decompile and deal with his nonsense paragraph by paragraph is interpreted against me or not by him.

I do care however about what those people still being a part of this RP think. So far I'd assess myself in a way that I've been able to resolve any issues about my character or otherwise related to this RP without causing collateral damage and without crossing any red lines dictated by common sense. If this has changed by my recent actions here or wasn't true in the first place I'd like to know it via PM so attempts for self-correction can be made. If the statement still holds true after this feel free to notify me about that via PM as well if you want.

Thank you.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Darkraven I think I speak for the majority, if not even everyone of us, by stating that you have enjoyed a very great deal of patience and politeness especially from our GM, but also from the rest of the crew. Be it claiming that basically none of us would have enjoyed good education but instead be a bunch of people who can't do better than talking maliciously about each other in secrecy without addressing the person being referred to directly without any evidence (did it cross your mind that the words 'do it in privacy and not in the OOC' might have been meant in a way that you shall talk WITH the person in PMs, not about that person with other persons ?) or basking yourself in glory for how innovative ways of character creation you know about (irony on! While it happens that you're the one for whom a human character apparently wasn't sufficient enough so you went for a more than 2000 year old powerful demon pretending to be one, irony off!) while harassing other people and not making any visible attempt for an apology while going for a ton of public shittalk.

And yet you keep going...

If you conntinue to do this I'll see myself forced to express my player's desire for you leaving this RP immediately, either voluntarily of by force. For a reference about the scope of 'this' check the first paragraph of this post or an arbitrary paragraph of your last couple of posts. You know what I mean!