Fetzen

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

@Balthazar007
Does 'You will create a character within any race you can imagine, so long as it fits the era' include the possibility of creating reasonable races, or are we 'merely' (that scope would still be vast enough) free to choose from those races which have been introduced in common fantasy literature ?

A New RP Adventure

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I'm actually letting as many people create a character sheet as they like. But actually getting in on the adventure comes on a first come first serve basis. If you miss the boat, your character can qualify for the next adventure.

So to answer your question more directly, yes, but your final selection into the quest is not guaranteed. The earlier you get a character sheet up, the better.

@Balthazar007

So the first-come-first-serve is based on character sheet creation and not signaling interest in this thread ? Ok, I should hurry :)

A New RP Adventure

I'm intrigued as well.

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

Othiosiya was a bit hesitant to enter. So many items that looked almost as fragile as the priest who had greeted Kayden. He'd have to be careful in here, but at least he had taken off parts of his armor out of respect. The Drabarian frankly had very little to no idea about what kind of impression he'd make here -- apart from the ubiquitous 'he's so huge!'-one, of course --, so he had a vital interest in not trying to push his luck but instead get over this visit in a decent and adequate manner.

That was until the marble floor challenged him. The thing promoted everyone's footsteps to a minor event, even the slow and lithe ones of some of the elder priests. It didn't take long for Othiosiya to almost give up on actually lifting his feet as much as he was used to. He resorted to almost just dragging them over the floor as if he'd be some kind of lazy person who didn't know how to walk properly or had a problem with his legs. Then he could feel one of the marble plates crack beneath his heel as he had leaned over too much to one side to get a different perspective of Wulfric. He moved his foot further back to cover up the little mishap.

A prayer now would have been a good thing to make his prolonged stay at that one place less awkward, but Othiosiya didn't feel suffciently adept for this. Ultimately he hurried on to get to where Kayden had progressed. He had no real interest in buying any of the holy items. It felt awkward for him who had devoted most of his life to an entirely different goal that was far apart from what was being presented here. It didn't feel compatible, not even if he considered that this little things could improve his combat strength. And then there was the fact that he was already sucking out a lot of gold from the guild he had only joined hours ago for refitting his giant weapon -- better not to push his luck again.

Hopefully the other's would be quick to make their decisions.

@POOHEAD189@BCTheEntity@Jollan@rush99999@Tangletail

Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

Being in the cafeteria, Vaughtar had been busying himself with the bewildering array of different foods this world appeared to offer even in places their inhabitants considered 'remote'. He had found especially good taste in what one had been quick to tell him were so called 'hamburgers'. Since their arrival a mere few minutes ago Vaughtar had consumed no less than five of those stacks of roasted patties, cheese, bread and some very minor amount of vegetables mixed in between.

Things rapidly changed however when he was about to reach for his sixth meal. Hirsch entering the room had slipped his attention at first, but hearing Zesiro suddenly screaming. Vaughtar turned his head only to see Hirsch toss Zesiro's dead looking body away. Had he gone completely crazy ? And frankly since he had already had one training fight with one of the marines he found it hard to believe that any of them suddenly was able to pull off such a feat and was capable of beating his way through the massive and robust looking glass.

Strange things appeared on the wall, some symbols he didn't truly understand but were rather mean looking by themselves as if they were designed to tell him that something very ugly was going on. They fizzled out suddenly not to be seen again. The unicorn had jumped into action, Vaughtar was only second to follow him several seconds later. By the time he did though his mind had come to the conclusion that Hirsch needed to be stopped no matter if there was any idea about what had happened available or not. He had left Munimis only days ago, maybe things like this were not so uncommon on this... earth ?

Vaughtar sluggishly built up speed, wreaking havoc on his way through the allotment of tables. But how to stop Hirsch without the risk of killing him, just in case things disappeared as quickly as they had reared their ugly head ? Seeing that Rockin' was struggling quick action was required, so the gargoyle opted for what he believed would not cause too much damage and reached for Hirsch's wrists. He'd try to wrestle this out if this was possible.

"Call for help!"

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@BCTheEntity I'm only citing @The Fated Fallen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Or he could be upset about Sett being a killstealing prick. Just a thought.

@BCTheEntity

I don't think that terms like 'killstealer' etc. would be appropriate for an RP like this and An-Hasst's situation, given how battered he currently is.

But I'm sure he can handle that wicked halberd better than Settionne. Also the Rog Captain's armor will be easier to adapt to his Muscle-y Half-Ogre body than to Sett's!

HE WILL STEAL GET THE EPIC LOOTZ! MWAHAHA!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Calanon's elk which An-Hasst had the privilege to ride on for a short time to get to the rendezvous point at the beginning of the RP. After the initial tavern meeting.

Btw. now that the Rog Captain is dead I'm in a bit of a despair of what to post next.

Torn Across the Rift

Same for me tomorrow. I'm a bit slow these days despite the fact that it's my vacation. Sorry :(

New Beginnings

Batharyn twisted his head, his gray eyes focusing onto the entrance of the stables. Then he turned his attention back to the small woman standing next to him. "Maybe he doesn't need hay spun from gold but I'm sure he won't like hay that is equivalent to rotten dirt." He paused for a brief but noticeable moment while he considered if he could trust his anonymous customer enough not to forward his words to the tavern's owner. "I'd not exclude that this stuff is around here somewhere..." His head and eyes twitches towards the wall that the actual tavern and the stables had in common and from which he thereby knew that the owner was somewhere behind it.

"You'd be surprised about how many taverns I've already seen. Owners change, die, give up or change their mind about how many, if any, auxiliaries they need and how they should look like. You can't stay in one place forever. Sonner or later you'll lack the necessary basis for your work, then you have to go on and hope that it'll regenerate." Batharyn again smiled gently at her, but internally he had burst in laughter he had to put considerable effort into suppressing. His words were so hilariously ambiguos. He didn't actually flat-out lie to her. He just... held back some vital piece of information he had absolutely no interest in anyone knowin -- except for some colleagues that had managed to gain much of his trust, of course.

"I've already been considering leaving this place. It doesn't feel good to me, but currently I'm a bit low on coins..." Batharyn grinned as if this didn't worry him much. Well as a thief an almost empty coin purse always was an excellent motivation to go on and not only was this tavern led by one hell of a man in terms of being unpleasant, but also was this tavern located in a town which he had found more and more unsuitable for his true job.

"So... what else can I do for you ?"