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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'm wondering what to do next with An-Hassle, on a mid to long-term perspective.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Weekend time, that means: No overtime time. If there's no IC post up from me by tomorrow evening please hang me upside down from the ceiling using a non-isolated copper cable plugged directly into the upper voltage power grid.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Happy birthday. I guess I should have paid more attention :)

_{And I should post :/}

Lord Dracula is Alive

Welcome to the guild :)

Servants of the Dark Lord

This sounds very intriguing for me, however I'll have to have a close look on my schedule before I can determine if I actually have sufficient time left to join or not. Things are very turbulent for me at the moment.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Written on phone in a moving train, so sorry for shorter length and typos. I don't have time :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Eating ? Which bloody, confused, irritated and yet apparently unable mind could think of that in this situation ? If An-Hasst was honest his own mind currently was fulfilling most of those criteria. However in spite of what most people maybe would consider a dramatically oversized heap of muscles crying out for energy to convert into destruction he didn't touch his bag. They could eat once there was less of a probability that more rogs would come. The werebear offered a ride, but that stupid priest-thief-whatever-he-was was faster, claiming that him being the lightest would make him best suited for the 'job'. Quite frankly the Skayleigh wasn't to worried about Ursaren having been able to carry him, too. At least for a brief, but comfortable while and maybe with the bear's back looking a bit more U-shaped.

At this point An-Hasst could give the impression of a lumbering zombie straight from whatever term for 'deep underground, where it's damn hot' ond wanted to apply. He had to duck in order not to have an unwelcome encounter with the rocky ceiling, but given that one part of his back felt like anything he'd drink now would leak straight out again he probably would have done so anyway. His face and hair were covered in dirt glued together by dried blood: his own, the rog captain's and also of some villagers. And while he was limping his way into the not so deep underground he was dragging the huge halberd behind him for lack of room to put the thing over his shoulder.

"Has anybody considered the possibility that this tunnel might be known to the rogs as well, if not even one of their known approach routes." He didn't mention it, but what if the passageway would be blocked ? This might look like an escaoe route very preferable to running back into the woods on first glance, but it also had potential to end in disaster.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 I'm kinda in lack of motivation at the moment :/

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

As already mentioned I'm somewhat interested in the Dragoniods (or is it Dragonoids ?), but before I step into creating a CS blindly I'd like to ask some additional questions beforehand:

• Is there any preference in their magic ? Like fire, for example ? Or is the choice of which kind of magic halfway evenly distributed among their kind ?
• Is there any preference in weapons and armor ? It is said that they make up for their flaws with strength (its an aspect that's not said to be greatly inferior to some other species).
• Are there any other hints to their appearance in general ? For humans, dwarves and elves/drow I can pretty much imagine how one could look like, but except for the fact that a Dragoniod obviously has wings since he can glide for a small bit it's difficult to imagine. I don't want to risk picking some picture/written discription which is so far away from your intentions that it's an inacceptable mismatch.

New Beginnings

The tavern's owner's face had turned into a kinda ambiguous mixture of a gentle smile towards his new guest and a fair share of unhappyness about his new guest praising his auxiliary. He didn't like to hear that -- he wanted to be able to continue to thrive in his own world of prejudice. Or was it because his auxiliary threatened to sit down onto one of his chairs and have a brief pause, watching his master having to cook a meal for his guest now ?

Batharyn indeed sat down, the wooden thing beneath him protested so loudly that Selina could easily hear it. He was kinda bored -- his mind had already completed its preparative thoughts about the little raid he was going to commit tonight. She was strange, yes, so he'd have to be careful. In every other aspect though it was nothing he hadn't done many times before though. Routine whereever he mentally looked at. For now however he still was on duty, even though that meant that he'd have to idle around for a while until someone else would come or she'd have completed her meal.

It took a few minutes to prepare the meal. Given that her request had not been all too simple this time could be considered quite short, implying that the tavern's owner had a firm grasp of the concept of preparing thigns in advance and trying to keep them warm and edible as long as he could. How far he actually went with this idea and how much it impacted the quality of the original product ? Batharyn couldn't really tell. He preferred to eat his meals elsewhere where he didn't have to pay his own master for them.