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Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

There was no more need to tell anyone that something was really wrong with Hirsch, however there was a very desperate need to find out if the effects could be reverted or if the man he had trained with only days ago was completely lost. And maybe someone should also find out how to beat him if it should be necessary. So far violence had merely helped to slow the marine down, but to his own surprise the gargoyle found himself halfway pinned against the transparent wall which continued to accumulate cracks. Most of them were hidden beneath his wings though, so he had no clue about the real condition of the glass.

Even without this knowledge Vaughtar couldn't really get the point of Shannon's charge at him. Wasn't such a charge which, given how much strength the strange creature had already proven to posess, supposed to put even a lot more stress on the window ? He couldn't allow that to happen, so what Vaughtar did was to press his feet halfway against the wall and ram his claws into the floor as much as he could. He leaned forward, transferring his weight onto Hirsch. With such preparations made he was far too massive to be rammed against the wall easily again, however it also meant that the marine would be literally compacted between him and Shannon who collided from behind.

Now Shannon was busy fisting the marine, so there wasn't much space left for him to do anything except for maybe to try and hold firm onto the marine's arms so he couldn't strike back at her.
The gargoyle's hands reached for the strange kind of armor that looked far more similar to what one usually saw on Munimis than this strange, 'modern', 'high-tech' stuff that appeared to be so widespread on this world. He would have tried to dig beneath it with his claws at the seams to injure something beneath it, but they were too tight. Now he briefly had enough idle time to have a glimpse at the transparent thing behind him: It was almost broken! Better to stand guard there and try to soften any accidental impacts than to allow either Hirsch or Shannon to hit it again...

Torn Across the Rift

I noticed I lied in retrospective :/

*writes it down on a paper and sticks it to the screen this time for tomorrow*

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

I'm very tempted to join this ( *secretly peeks at the Dragoniods* ).

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

*drops in a bunch of loosely packed 1000$-notes through the air duct to watch for any people suddenly raising their heads and running around in panic with their hands randomly reaching into the air like frenzied zombies*

Anybody still there ? I'm somewhat worried... :/

Torn Across the Rift

Will try to get something up tomorrow :)

The Hallows Inn [Fantasy Inn Role-Play]

*has watched his index finger impact the left mouse button while the cursor was over a piece of string saying 'Subscribe'*

Can't promise to join though yet, depends on how other things are going.

Panic’s Running Advanced Interest Check and Plot Ideas

@Panic
Would you be interested in trying to create a fantasy-based world / plot / 1x1 roleplay with me ?

New Beginnings

Batharyn could feel her arm touch his. It was an entirely unexpected thing, so even though he couldn't feel the magic flowing like her, he pulled his arm back until its muscles were tightly pressed against his massive torso. It was a quick move, but not quick enough for him to prevent what he had no idea of.

What the yet, at least from his own perspective, undiscovered thief could see though was the very strange and quite horrifying behaviour of his female guest. Normally if one's eyes twisted to hard that there was only white to be seen that person was in serious health trouble, so Batharyn instinctively prepared for grabbing her in case she'd collapse. His mind was flooded with thoughts about what to do if the worst would happen. What would his employer think ? It could only be a horrible thing, maybe even more horrible than one of the guests dying in his hands.

Luckily Selina's weird state proved to be a very transient one. Only moments later she seemed to be back to normal, at least seen from outside. "Are you sure you're alright ?" Batharyn's voice had significantly increased in volume as if to make sure that he'd reach her even if she'd still be halfway unconscious -- at this point he had instantaneously stopped caring about his master being able to listen or not. This was more important and one could tell from his facial expression that her answer had a very hard time to convince him.

He had no idea what had happened. How could he ? So far he had believed her to be some kind of phony who's primary discipline was to pull one's money out of one's coin purse without stealing it (like he did). The strange image of the items she appeared to be carrying in her back had only helped to fortify this impression. For some moment he considered abandoning his plans of paying her room another late night visit, however he could also observe her while eating to check if she'd really be alright. In that case he could continue without his conscience putting up a rebellion...

"Okay, let's go down. Shall I support you ?" That would probably difficult to explain to his employer, but what kind of auxiliary he'd be if he'd let a guest go downstairs knowing that she'd collapse at any time and hit her head on some hard and nasty edge ?

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

@POOHEAD189 I'd lie to you if I'd say that I wouldn't be disappointed by this turn of events. I've probably spent more time on the two attempts it took to create my character and get it accepted than on actually playing him and the heap of utter disappointment I had to face this week already was miles high. However participating in another GM's RP is a privilege, not a right -- so I'd like to thank you for the very short, but pleasureable time in this RP and hope that the other one I'm in won't fall victim to similar circumstances.

New Beginnings

Batharyn spent more than one second on turning his head and leaning out of the doorframe towards the cramped hallway, checking if there was anyone there. Then he returned his attention to her, a somewhat sheepish facial expression decorating him. "Don't underestimate him. I have no doubt that he could easily take your words, flip them around and let the pointed end of the spear rest on your chest. He could claim that I must have left my neutral attitude and tried to please you especially well for you to put in such a good word for me."

The thief sighed, a colossal amount of air leaving his only one-third filled lungs. "However... I'd leave my neutral attitude as well if I'd try to prevent one of his guests from doing something that one guests wants to do. So... Let's say I haven't heard anything, alright ?" His last words were accompanied by a more open smile towards Selina.

Batharyn's mind was still trying to make sense of what he had felt. What the hell could that spherical object be ? An actual glass ball ? So far he had believed that to be nothing but a stereotype, but something about her was... highly unusual. Her eyes had been almost piercing, as if really looking inside his metaphysical layer. If he'd make the ultimate decision to steal things of her he'd have to be careful. More careful than he probably was used to in this context since most guests were too drunk to be uneasy targets. And that was the next keyword.

"Eaten ?" He arched an eyebrow, trying to look casually. "My master can't influence the quality of the meat we get from the local butcher, so I'd say what you can get here is quite good for the most part. I'd try to go around the beer though... Want some wine instead ?" At this point Batharyn was glad that his official duties were congruent to his more sinister planning.