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2 days ago
Current If you don't have a clue, you can still resort to glue in order to fix things.
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3 days ago
IBANs have proven not to be annoying enough. Let's kill both metric and imperial systems by expressing everything in Planck units.
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10 days ago
Where's a whip, there's a way!
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1 mo ago
I don't know where to even start when it comes to just how ruined my weekend has just become.
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1 mo ago
Having jaw ache due to a lymphatic node swelling ain't fun.
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Welcome to my profile page!


Who the hell is this person behind those many miles of fiber optics and copper cable ?

  • I'm a 34 year old guy.
  • ... who's working as a software developer
  • ... and enjoys roleplaying as a casual hobby to distract himself from ongoing stress


And into which hell will I descend with you participating in one of my roleplays?

  • I'm a fantasy addict: medieval high and low!
  • I'd consider myself to be a low casual roleplayer, 3 paragraphs per post on average.
  • My schedule varies. It might happen that I won't be able to post at all for a week, but then again it might happen that I'll reach a sweet spot inside which I can go on a posting rampage. I'd say one can expect 1-2 posts a week from me, depending on the lengths involved.
  • English is not my native language, but so far I've not encountered anyone who had had trouble with me over that :)


Want to RP with me ? Shoot me a PM, but don't shoot me!



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@Stormflyx@POOHEAD189

In case I have not yet managed to convince any of you that I'm bad and an evil spirit in general I'd like to throw my hat into this ring in order to try and mend deteriorate... mend in my wicked coordinate system it is!... reputation.
"Well, I'd not be so sure if spreading a simple piece of parchment on the street would only attract the best ones, but personally I've come here with the very serious intent if picking up that job you're offering. I'll try to do my best." Vadym spoke slowly, but seriously. He was partially busy thinking already and that was quite obvious, but still he didn't break his visual focus onto Ash.

Then Ash entered, causing Vadym to turn on his heels and starting to inspect her briefly.
"Hm. It seems now we're already two. So one or two more and we're ready to go, right ?"
Vadym approached Ash and stretched out his large hand, smiling gently.
"Sorry. I probably should have introduced myself first to you: I'm Vadym, mage. And you ? I'm curious..."




While circling in the air and waiting for the last rays of light to disappear, the gargoyle had no true path to follow. He wasn't aware of any Blake and that this certain guy was getting the impression of being pursued by the enormous flying creature, he just was waiting. However and probably to both their fortunes light was fading away rapidly now and the gargoyle started to reduce his altitude gently. When the last light was gone he landed on an open and empty path a few dozen yards away from the village, his eyes being able to penetrate the night. Now he'd need to take care of the candlelight coming out of more and more windows, but this was a rather minor issue. Also he'd have to be careful about his incredible weight causing thudding steps in the mud...

He did not expect anyone to roam the streets currently, at least he had not spotted blake. So as the gargoyle entered the village carefully an unexpected encounter could very well occur.
Vodilic


Vodilic was not amused. It was written in abundant clarity in his face, it was indicated by his teeth gnashing, it was a rather reasonably reaction in the first place probably -- and still it was an understatement at this point. Vodilic was boiling internally, staring at Prudence with a mixture of disbelief and hatred while it was difficult to determine which component was dominating. The man did not spent a single glance on the misery that had just been dumped onto his lap, he could tell by the warmth -- and the fluids -- slowly penetrating his clothes that it was a lot. A lot he had wanted to eat.

Now he had fantasies about eating her. Hairs torn out first, then torn apart limb by limb, then a knife rammed into her throat in order to make her lose her remaining blood like an animal on the slaughtering block, then thrown into boiling water and cooked. Unfortunately she didn't seem to have much flesh on her bones, but that amount still had to be a huge lot compared to the void in her pretty skull...

Vodilic shook his head and blinked his eyes several times, trying to shake off these nonsense. He was enough of a realist to know that he wouldn't get anywhere with even trying to execute this kind of violence right here, right now. There were guards, there was the king, there might even be more persons he has not yet even noticed and as much as a reflex from any of those could be enough to change the entire game again. So what should he do now in order to vent steam ? This stupid girl even had the audacity to hide something behind her back! Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was a fork, maybe it was another bowl of precious food she wanted to dispose of onto his head.

Then the giant couldn't hold back anymore. He literally screamed at her at a volume this palace probably had not encountered for a very long time:
You ignorant, brain-dead slut! How dare you! We've just been saved from the gallows and you do nothing but grin at me after this nonsense!
Vodilic jumped onto the table, his knees hitting it hard as he crawled along the now mostly empty upper side of it towards her. Needless to say that there still was a considerable amount of edible debris left on his lap that now fell back onto the table before being crushed by his legs as he moved forwards. The table sagged, it clearly wasn't designed for this kind of move from someone of Vodilic's enormity. He didn't care, he was enraged. He launched a ball of spittle right into the direction of Prudence's face before continuing his rant in a more cold tone:
If there's anything in that bony thing in front of me, let me say that I rarely forget about things like this. Have I made myself clear ?

Vodilic repeated his last question more angryly again.
@Atrophy I'll try to get my reply up tomorrow if not this evening.
The sight that unfolded in front of An-Hasst did not exactly add to the Skayleigh's comfort. Wasn't this supposed to be a game of hide-and-seek ? Now of course his knowledge of a true giant's culture was anything but very profound, but still he strongly supposed that hammering onto some object with ferocity was not an ordinary part of the game... The problem was that he couldn't see what it was they were attacking, but An-Hasst's gut feeling was quick to realize that the possibility of it being Calanon was very real. If this was true their elven companion either was damn fast on his feet or already dead.

The Skayleigh lept forward, compensating for a bunch of the smaller sized bumps of the rocky ground, but only barely managed to stop his supersized self in front of a cliff that was way too high in order to skipped by jumping downwards. Trying to calculate his momentum, An-Hasst reversed a few steps, then started to sprint and jumped as forcefully as he could. The other side of the cliff passed right below his feet before his not so subtle landing. An-Hasst probably could not expect others of the party to follow him as quickly, at least not all of them.

"Calanon!" his thunderous, shouting voice roamed accross the landscape. He honestly hoped to attract some of the giants' attention since now he could see that they indeed were attacking their elven companion. While repeating his callout, An-Hasst continued his approach as quickly as he could.

@The Fated Fallen@POOHEAD189@BCTheEntity@Gardevoiran
He should go enrage and bite and claw his answer out of his conversational partner! :)

Wait... That's what my character might have done. Speaking of which... @POOHEAD189 Am I allowed to describe what the giants are attacking once An-Hasst has come in closer or is he going to be interrupted in his approach. I'm asking because just letting him run there might be a quite short post.
I'm still here.
I can see your concerns with regard to the craving and will adjust it according to your suggestion. Thinking over it I concur that the possibility to shift focus might be very benificial on the long run. Also, as a spontaneous idea, a general craving for knowledge could also include a certain greed for items that are said to hold knowledge or at least to be a great mystery whose solution would be some kind of feat. This could add more concrete targets to Athanar's repertoire as, as far as I understood it, Rheniam certainly doesn't lack artifacts and magical items of great value with associated rumors and stories.

Actually I think that Newton's second law doesn't need to be a disadvantage in all circumstances. When I designed the spell I also thought about potential applications such as boosting the height of a leap by giving the ground a blast of this ability directed downwards, propelling Athanar upwards like the brief ignition of a virtual rocket engine. This wouldn't be possible without Newton's second law. But still it primarily serves as a limiter to the scope of this ability since I thought it might be too powerful otherwise. And it gives potential to grow, quite literally, since any increase in Athanar's size and weight only increases the threshold that will blast himself off his feet or overburden him.
Vadym dared to clear his throat somewhat artificially in order to get the shop owner's attention. "Erm... excuse me ? I have something for you..." The mage was quite straightforward: He simply put the piece of parchment he had found onto the counter and tapped onto it with his index finger in order to indicate what he was referring to. "Did you write this or is this merely the intended rendezvous point ?"

Silently, but no less scorchingly hot something came to Vadym's mind: What if this was just a fake ? Some more or less bad joke intended to annoy the shop owner by luring random people to his place in large numbers. Or maybe even an attempt of sabotage ? Vadym now expected pretty much anything between 'I don't know anything.' to a full scale rant and tried to prepare himself mentally. At the same time he, of course, tried to get a good view at the shop owner. If he was the author if this parchment indeed Vadym wanted to know who was about to hire him... not every contractor was trustworthy after all...




The enormous shadow that had separated itself from Port Vale's church now was almost invisible against the already dark sky. Despite its size it hardly made any noise as it tried to glide as much as possible instead of flapping its wings, also it flew at high altitude. It would take until later in the night for the creature to come down and wander. Too many people were still roaming around on the streets that could spot it and become afraid or, even worse, call to arms.
So I have tried to find some other character sheets in order to get an idea of the form used here and subsequently stitched something together. I hope it's halfway up to the quality standards of this RP!

Please note that this is to be considered a draft that is not yet complete as annotated.

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