I'll start working on my sheet within the next couple of hours, assuming that I can stay out of bed for so long.
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If you don't have a clue, you can still resort to glue in order to fix things.
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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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Where's a whip, there's a way!
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I don't know where to even start when it comes to just how ruined my weekend has just become.
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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!
Thanks for visiting!
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Demon Maël:
Normal Maël, at the same time:
Normal Maël, at the same time:
*raises his hand to indicate a question*
How are Skayleigh born? Is it actually one of the elven subspecies mating with a giant, thereby creating a true half breed, or did the Skayleigh form by such occurrences long ago in the past and by now are a homogenous collection of people mating with their own kind just like everybody else does in the majority of cases?
Are Hurgilm trees only native to the Caelic isles or can they be found elsewhere as well?
How are Skayleigh born? Is it actually one of the elven subspecies mating with a giant, thereby creating a true half breed, or did the Skayleigh form by such occurrences long ago in the past and by now are a homogenous collection of people mating with their own kind just like everybody else does in the majority of cases?
Are Hurgilm trees only native to the Caelic isles or can they be found elsewhere as well?
Excellent, it is all falling into place...
This gives me the creepy feeling of 'All characters reacted just like expected by the DM, so now the DM can deploy the next phase of his unholy plan!'
Or, in other words: I like it.
You got my attention :)
I'd say it's time we give Clive a monster. Anyone else for it?
As the plane made a smooth landing passengers applauded for the pilots, but Maël was in the mood for much bigger celebration. He would have liked to light a few rockets for the regained freedom of his knees... while saving the rocket propelled grenades for use against his boss. From the moment he had stepped onto the gangway until right into the hall where passengers were supposed to get back their luggage his eyes tracked Eleanor like that of a giant bird of prey. He needed to vent some steam and, maybe quite unfortunate for Eleanor, Clive proved to be an excellent thief-catcher at least for the moment, allowing him to retrieve his bag in calmness before addressing her.
"Eleanor ? If a blood clot should decide to detach from one of my lower leg veins now that they can finally move again and if that blood clot should also decide to get stuck in one of my coronar arteries, my ghost will make sure that you'll be held responsible for murder! I don't dare to ask for a higher class ticket, but something like a row one seat in economy would have been nice while you and Val decided to separate from the rest of the team in order to have all of the luxury available! Given that she looks like a shipwreck on two legs she probably didn't benefit too much from it! What a shame!"
And now the sarcasm set in.
"Why not put her and me into the cargo bay the next time ? She won't notice it anyway and you have to spend even less budget on me while still improving my legroom dramatically! Doesn't that sound like an attractive option ?"
You forgot to mention the prospect of Edgar not being present. The man made a mock out of you...
Maël decided to ignore that comment from his alter ego for now, even though he was right in some way. Instead, he just stepped away from Eleanor, hoping to successfully deny her the opportunity to make a debate out of it, and turned his attention more towards Clive.
"Hey, erm... You are aware of the concept of too much self-defense, aren't you ? Just don't overcook it, okay ?" While saying this he still started an attempt to wrestle the handle of Clive's bag out of the other man's hand. It was enough to notice how heavy it was, raising the question just what kind of stuff their madman had decided to take with him on this journey. The good side was: The weight had slowed the thief down.
"Eleanor ? If a blood clot should decide to detach from one of my lower leg veins now that they can finally move again and if that blood clot should also decide to get stuck in one of my coronar arteries, my ghost will make sure that you'll be held responsible for murder! I don't dare to ask for a higher class ticket, but something like a row one seat in economy would have been nice while you and Val decided to separate from the rest of the team in order to have all of the luxury available! Given that she looks like a shipwreck on two legs she probably didn't benefit too much from it! What a shame!"
And now the sarcasm set in.
"Why not put her and me into the cargo bay the next time ? She won't notice it anyway and you have to spend even less budget on me while still improving my legroom dramatically! Doesn't that sound like an attractive option ?"
You forgot to mention the prospect of Edgar not being present. The man made a mock out of you...
Maël decided to ignore that comment from his alter ego for now, even though he was right in some way. Instead, he just stepped away from Eleanor, hoping to successfully deny her the opportunity to make a debate out of it, and turned his attention more towards Clive.
"Hey, erm... You are aware of the concept of too much self-defense, aren't you ? Just don't overcook it, okay ?" While saying this he still started an attempt to wrestle the handle of Clive's bag out of the other man's hand. It was enough to notice how heavy it was, raising the question just what kind of stuff their madman had decided to take with him on this journey. The good side was: The weight had slowed the thief down.
He should make a photo of his luggage and send it to the mayor, just stating that's what he thinks about his city.
Next question: Why does Clive need a large case full of underwear that's so heavy that everything creaks? I have a theory about this excessive clothing consumption, but Clive wouldn't like it :)
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