Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Retreat ? How nice... Well... Not that the Skayleigh actually felt any real urge to firmly rebuff this proposal -- his body insisted on not to --, but it still hurt mentally. An-Hasst could feel the surge of adrenaline slowly subside now that he was idling around. The deeper the moment of him lying on the ground and facing the danger of immediate death had ventured down time's infinite throat, the more he considered this battle to be a nice and, most importantly, varied show in comparison to the monotony of walking around all day.

He had not taken any notice of the priest's quick appliance of greed towards the dead Rog Captain, but even if he had he probably wouldn't have cared about it. Anyone eager to stick his head into the filth that had to be on the inside of an ugly enemy's helmet ? How could this hurt the dead ? It would only hurt the poor guy feeling the need to make this descision. An-Hasst wasn't ready for grabbing the Rog's armor: Too much trouble for the little time they had left and most of the parts had no chance of fitting to his own body without massive rework anyway. The this halberd however...

The Skayleigh thudded over to the corpse, now indeed wondering where the rog's helmet had gone so suddenly. At least the flow of blood was starting to diminish, but some droplets were still raining down from underneath his armored coat. He firmly stepped onto the rog's hand still holding the halberd's shaft, cracking some minor bones in the process. That weapon looked like brute force would already be sufficient to deal very major damage, something his bajonets had proven they could never deliver. The weapon was pulled out of the rog's shattered hand and An-Hasst let it rest on his own shoulder now before he turned towards the muscled monk again. "A way out of here ? What kind of way ?" While asking, the Skayleigh didn't hesitate to follow Beren though.

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen@Sypherkhode822@Banana@BCTheEntity

New Beginnings

"Might I help you with this ?" Batharyn had noticed that something large and heavy had to be inside the bag she was carrying around on her back. It certainly couldn't be comfortable, especially for a woman he didn't consider to be physically strong. He said this while they were walking through the main hall, allowing his master to see and hear how helpful his auxiliary was for his paying guests. However him helping her had another side effect: As his hand reached forward to support the heavy bag from below while not entirely putting it off her back, his fingers could effortlessly fiddle around and analyze what could be inside it once they were out of everyone's sight. He was very good at doing this, anticipating which move could cause a suspicious noise that had the potential to let the victim take notice of his action.

"Good word with my master ? If you want my advice, then don't do this. Just... don't!" Batharyn had held back these words until they had left the wooden stairs behind them and were standing in front of the door that led to her room and even then he only spoke them out with low volume. His hand had finished its work, but the result was inconclusive. What kind of weird stuff was this woman carrying around ? Well... if she claimed herself to be a real soothsayer... what could he expect ? Anyway there could be precious metals or other valuable stuff in there, in one form or another...

"It's a room with a single bed and a large window. I hope you'll like it ?" Smiling, he pulled out a ring of iron keys. Most of them were in a similar state of decay as the halfway rusted locks they fit in, but Batharyn's master constantly insisted on keeping the room's locked even if they currently weren't occupied. Too great was the threat of a bandit climbing up and coming in through those windows...

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

Oops. Sorry. Myst and I have been talking, so I forgot to be posting here.

@Fetzen and @rush99999, and @Cu Chulainn if you would like, Myst and I have a currently nameless team set up and we would like another partner or two or even three (though that may get tricky, I don't want to exclude anyone!), and we're looking for some creative team names, too.

@TaroAndSelia

I'd like to join the team :) Maybe my creativity will spring back to life on weekend when this week of hell is over.

New Beginnings

Batharyn got the slight feeling that she could be opposed to his idea of working 'for free' this one time. However he frankly didn't care much about it. He really had not much money to his avail and even he had had, there would have been no reason for him to spend it on everyone whom he barely knew and whom he had never seen 'in action' before. He didn't react to it and remained where he was, hardly moving at all.

The thief's tracked her hands as she let them move seemingly arbitrarily through the air at a slow speed. Batharyn listened to her words and his mind tried to compile them just in time. The immediate outcome of this was... well... not very satisfying. She saw shadows ? Yeah of course then she had so see light as well. Shadow's couldn't be without light surrounding them, could they ? And then the string of fate. Yes of course there was some kind of connection between them. They had met each other and he had made the proposal of traveling together. And of course it could be considered 'fragige' given that they hardly knew each other! Saying that this string could either be strengthened or break was something he immediately considered to be an utter commonplace -- a general property of every 'string', material or not. And ultimately the 'too numerous outcomes'... To cut a long story short: Batharyn strongly believed that she either was trying to provide him with a fake or she didn't try hard enough. To her excuse his mind had to add that he would have done the same if he had had to work for free. Maybe he should pay her and give her another try ?

Before he could reach into his pocket to pick up the cheapest coin readily available she left the stable however. "Hey! Where are you going ?" he raised his enormous voice behind her. "I'd be a very bad auxiliary if I'd let my employer's guests leave without accompanying them and showing them their rooms, wouldn't I ?" The man grinned and stepped up his nonexistent pace to follow her back into the tavern.

"Upstairs, please." Batharyn had closed the gap between them, now standing besides her. His hand pointed fowards towards the rather narrow, wooden stairs. A gentle smile was cast on his face again. At least this was something he considered himself to be quite good at. Deceiving people....

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

<Snipped quote by Fetzen>

I lol'd XD. Settione is clutch as hell

@The Fated Fallen

I had to look up the meaning of the word 'clutch' in this context. Urban dictionary says something like 'performing under pressure'.

Well... if Settionne would actually be a clutch and An-Hasst be mad enough (oh wait... he is, isn't he ?), the latter one would definitely make the former one work under (too little) pressure and do a clutch burnout with him.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

An-Hasst had been halfway through the process of confronting himself with the fact about one's own mortality. Sometimes it came earlier than expected, sometimes it came without time to think about it. This wasn't the case here though, the sluggish rog apparently took his time to lift his halberd again with his one remaining functional arm and wasn't all too precise with his thrusts. Still the situation felt very dire since the Skayleigh could feel that he himself was neither all too mobile nor all too powerful anymore.

Soon it proved though that it wouldn't be the chunky piece of metal attached to an oversized wooden stick that would drive him out of this side of the world. It was the prospect of having to digest that it was thich utterly useless, utterly weak, utterly hideous and yet at this moment very successful priest. Now he dared to jump to his aid! An-Hasst secretly bit the inner side of his lip in an attempt to swallow away his feelings, but not to much avail.

There were still rogs on their way, so he merely was out of the most immediate danger. Slowly he heaved himself back onto his feet and limped towards the entrance of one of the buildings. He'd need to reach an elevated position, some place that could protect him while he was preparing and reloading his crossbow. The giant stepped over the Rog Captain's body and gave it a series of vicious kicks into its face and chest as it as some muscles were still twisting. The creature appeared to be dead. Then he passed Settionne, looking down at the tiny man but not saying a word.

@POOHEAD189@BCTheEntity@Sypherkhode822@Banana@The Fated Fallen

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

"I'm on a diet. Stop trying to lift me both at the same time, you idiots!"

I'have some ideas about starter items/spells, but need to write things down etc. @Balthazar007

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So how is everyone?

@The Fated Fallen

I'll try to get up something tomorrow. This week just drowned me in work.

New Beginnings

"Strength by far is not the only thing that's needed for a good auxiliary..." Batharyn responded, both grinning and smiling at her at the same time. "Unfortunately it seems that everything else is not exactly my forte, otherwise I guess I wouldn't loose employers almost as fast as I can find the next one." Well... he knew that this was quite a bit exaggerated, especially if one considered that more often than not it was himself who canceled his current job for a purpose he had absolutely no intention to tell her about.

Then Salina started to talk about 'fates'. His grin faded away almost completely when he noticed the intense, penetrating power that seemed to rest in her eyes. Fascinating on one hand, somewhat discomforting on the other if one knew only so little about the other person. Batharyn couldn't help but sound quite sheepishly when he responded "Geez you almost sound like some kind of soothsayer." He tried to put up a bit of an apologizing facial expression. "I'm not entirely sure if I really want to know all the relevant pieces of my future. Only if it's for free maybe..."

Batharyn chuckled a bit, looking down at her. "Maybe you can tell me if the similarity between us too will eventually lead to us traveling together ? I could imagine that to happen. Don't think my stay here will continue to exist for long."

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

Athanah

Name: Athanah
Age: 24
Race/Class: Draconian / Battle mage

Posting Rate: medium
Karma: 0

Team Leader of: currently none
Team Member of: currently none

Coins: 10
Crystals: 5

Appearance:

Picture

The picture doesn't show his 'usual' clothing, which consists of a much more simple, gray-white piece of linen which also leaves far less gaps in covering his body. This is more how he'd walk around if he needs to went some steam in an aggressive manner while he doesn't need much physical protection. While he appears very lean and relatively wiry, his muscles and bones are extremely dense. Athanah can't fly with his wings - he's far too heavy for that. He stands at a not-so-very-impressive 5'8", but to his excuse it might be added that while is growth is slow it's also far from completion.

Personality:
'Unstable' might be an adequate description if one is on the search for brevity. On one hand he is perfectly capable of remaining calm, friendly and rational, on the other hand this can rapidly change once he experiences a too significant amount of stress or refusal. Not that he'd straightforwarldy behave in a physically aggressive manner, but it can easily be noticed in his tone. He doesn't share any interest in the other gender, even if the woman in question is of his own race. Also he strictly refuses to drink alcohol and prefers to stay outside of large, dense crowds. If this is due to any racial trait or a specific 'problem' is something he doesn't tell, at least not openly. He is up to some careful planning, but does firmly believe in its limitations and therefore rather often jumps into action more directly. He is relatively open-minded in terms of culture and other personalities as long as they don't infringe his sensitivities. Due to his race the common human language is not native to him: while he can speak it, he doesn't do so especially well.

Biography:
There is not much to tell about him. In contrast to many of his fellows one can't tell that there was something really serious that went wrong in his childhood, youth or the earliest stages of him being an adult individual. His parents are still alive, but the society of the Draconians doesn't know about the concept of 'marriage' or any other kind of (preferably) life-long relationship. It isn't socially sanctioned to part shortly after the child is born as long as one of the persons involved takes responsibility of the newborn. In Athanah's case it was his father who raised him and taught him the fundamentals: language, mathematics and some of the methods of fighting. With the age of 20 his father confronted him with a challenge which is not that uncommon among their kind: Go out, leave the Draconians' territory and dive into the depths of the world outside -- but please, don't drown...

Stats

• Health: 10
• Wisdom: 1
• Stamina: 6
  • Strength: 4
  • Speed: 1
  • Agility: 2
• Mana: 3
  • Elemental Affinity: 3
  • Arcane Affinity: 0

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