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4 mos ago
Current I'll be somewhat absent the following week thanks to renovation.
5 mos ago
Being a GM in tabletop can apparently mean driving your players insane - I was surprised how "well" everyone repsonded to being surrounded by crazies and care takers. Hope they get out in the end...
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5 mos ago
My love-hate always kicks in when learning words without an equivalent in other languages, and complex meaning. It is amazing the word exists, but hard to grasp its usage.
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5 mos ago
The strangest thing about learning new languages is still that they have words your language can only desribe and vice versa: Torschlusspanik, d├ępaysement, l'appel du vide, madrugar.
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5 mos ago
I am out on a tournament for the next two days - so less answers, but hopefully a fun weekend!
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Bio

I have some experience (well rather some years of experience) in roleplaying, but I am rather new here.

This will most likely not turn out to be the most helpful Bio, especially as I am currently blissfully unaware and somewhat apathetic to everything concerning cosmetical possibilities. It is partly due to the fact that there is no fascinating, wonderfully rounded and polished characters - I just fought I would share some insights about the things I like.

For the roleplaying part I came here looking for something rather relaxed in a classical fantasy environment. More or less along the lines of a typical tabletop adventure or classical side quest (or row of side quests) in gaming. I am also fairly interested in longer, more elaborate plots but currently not in the position to think one up and keep it running.

Apart from that there is a broad variety of settings I am interested in. It ranges from historically themed ideas over to our current time and world up to futuristic scenarios, including post-apocalypting settings in this range. Any of those might be high or low fantasy. In short it is not one specific slice of things that is fascinating me, it is the possibility to dive into another world. That is the reason why there is also a small set of fandoms I like.

I prefer creating my own characters for a roleplay. This means that I can easily create characters requiring a set of skills, sometimes even character traits, but I often have a hard time to fill a pre-shaped role already described with character traits and (parts of a) backstory. For me this creation process is an important step when immersing into a new world.

Before finally concluding I should mention that the better part of my characters has at least dark spots in their history or behaviour. Many of the topics touched are mature, so if you feel unconfortable (or just aren't mature) please inform me beforehand. I usually also try to outline the problematic traits beforehand.

To round things up: If you found something interesting here, or have an idea that you want to share, just send me a message. It would surely make me happy!

Avatar is from Rogier Hoekstra on Pixabay - very nice side for free images.

Most Recent Posts

Meum est propositum in taberna mori
A (traditional) student/fraternity song and some remakes
I love telling people that are non-scientific that I like math and especially the abstract concepts of computations (the things where numbers are only found as indices). I love telling scientific people I like philosophy and languages.

Both mostly because I like the "Uh really, I hated that in school" reaction.
Shit happens, life goes one
Many people, but lately a friend of mine
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I am alive and present.
I will update the CS somewhere around the weekend - I am still not entirely sure how I want to set parameters.

As a forward pointer: I will be gone next week Tuesday to Sunday and have likely no possibility to be online.
Yeah I see it. I... have no idea how or why.
Lexaja

Slums, night

Her footsteps seemed to echo loudly from the walls, each time creating a few little blinking sparks around her feet. Slowly, ever so slowly, the high started to change from the dizziness created by the fumes to... something similar and not quite similar to the real product. Lexaja chuckled and tried to grab one of the sparks she knew fully well were not real - but she was accustomed to things not being real.

Her feet let her in the direction of the waves. Crushing, washing over each other. After a while of wandering the streets like a chuckling child and thankfully not meeting anyone something passed her vision. She blinked. And prayed for it to be just born out of the drug. For a moment she stood there and contemplated. Should she really turn around, back to that alley? At the thought alone her heart raced, pounded, louder and louder, filling her ears, louder, pounding against her chest, louder again, so loud...

She spun around and slammed her hand flat against the next wall. The pounding stopped. The impeding panic stopped. A sharp pain wandered through the flat of her hand, up her arm into her brain. Which mixed it with some loud ringing. She drew a breath and leaned against the wall for a moment.

She pulled herself up again. Her mind was... well not cleared. She was still more out of it than she would care to admit. But the fear had been fought down. And she was open for other stimulants again. Where are you..? I am sorry.

Lexaja closed her eyes. She was not in the right mindset for this, coldness rolled over her, dampness. Then pain. She grabbed her head. Pain... A pain she had never felt before, never wanted to feel again. Her head felt like it was being split open. She gagged. Her leg felt oddly warm at parts. A crushing sound rang in her ears, coldness and heat washing over her again and again.

With the last bit of clearness in her mind and force in herself she jerked up "They are not here. Go home. They will be waiting. Everything will turn out... fine." The words were pressed. She had no idea if they were true. She did not even care. But she felt the presence lifting. Her mind took back in the normal stench of the slums. Her head stopped pounding.

She did not take her chances to look inside the alley. What for? She was no undertaker and had no interest in seeing the bloody body of someone who had been killed. And she was fairly certain that nothing else would be there.

Instead she marched a little faster than before, right out to the sounds of the wave. Her head up to the stars which seemed to move and turn. This time she reached her destination - maybe because she was not completely consumed in playing with her own mind's creation. She turned and marched down as near to the shoreline as she could. The sound of the waves trickled over her, creating images of playing sea creatures in her peripheral view, snatching at the still moving stars.

After a while she reached the port. For a moment she paced up and down, muttering sweet words to the dancing colours of the sea, before she found a safe way down to the water. She collected some in a waterskin, put it to her belt and collected a bit of the sea weed growing here. The sensation of water against her fingers made her giggle slightly. The last batch was rather potent, or her ventilation had been better before.

Standing up Lexaja contemplated what else to do. And contemplating in this sense meant she was starring ahead at the sea and moving her hands slightly to again touch creatures that were not there. After another moment, or minutes, or maybe an hour she stepped up again and walked. She just had decided to take a look at the city and wandered aimlessly. Her mind did not once jump to the possibility that this might not be a good idea.

"Stop. What are you doing?" The voice was loud and demanding. Shaking her head - and then having to sort out her brown hair again - Lexaja turned to it. Now in front, originally to her side, were a few guards "Taking a look around?" Had her mind been clearer she most likely would have known that this was not the right answer. If guards got antsy they were looking for thieves. Thieves took a look around at night. But, well. "At that time of the night? Surely not!" The voice bellowed again and she could just help herself from asking why his voice sounded so ugly.

Apparently her little training in self-control had made her miss something the ill-tempered guard had said. At least she had no other pointer to why the two other guards had rushed to her side and turned her arms on her back. The last one took a step closer "Spaced out, huh? Where'd you get it?" She blinked, shook her head "Search her." A little shock went through her. She had not taken all her belongings with her as her bag had stayed behind, but she always had the sleeping powder on her. She was slowly stripped first of her dagger, than one by one of the things on her belt.

The small bag of seaweeds were first and ignored. Her waterskin was emptied, she sighed, than gasped as a flash of sound, colours and feelings washed over her, shortly but still making her feel drowning for a moment just from the water splashing against her. When she came back to her senses they had found the small bag and opened it, the guard holding her slowly lifting it up to his face with his free hand "I wouldn't.." "Shut up!" She flinched as she was shouted at and could not really help it.

He took a really deep breath and blinked. It took a short while until his grip loosened and she took the opportunity to snatch the bag and close it before the man sat down mumbling, yawned and fell to sleep.

The view of the two other guards was burning, it felt as if it was to impale her. Without even thinking about running away she lifted her hands up, still holding the bag "I tried to warn you..?" The voice was that of a child trying to calm down a fuming parent and it did not work. A moment later she found herself on the floor, being pressed down by one guard while the other inspected his fellow. She tried to speak, but she could not get enough air into her lungs against the pressing weight. Air... she felt another wave of now rather uncontrolled emotions rush over her, shutting out the world.


Royal Complex/Stronghold Keep - Dawn

Lexaja slowly came to her senses to someone shouting. Or talking loudly? She tried to recap where she was, and why and vaguely remembered the guards. As she had no memory how she got her she concluded she must had passed out.
Opening her eyes revealed a stone wall. Not too unexpected. She took in a deeper breath than what was good for her, the stench of mould and urine throwing herself of. She turned to one side and gagged, but there was nothing more. She had not eaten in... many hours apparently. She just spit out the sour and bitter taste and rolled back. Her body was shaking. It drew out small noises from the shackle at her foot and it made it nearly impossible for her to move. Getting down from these fumes was hell. She felt ill, dizzy and the tremble was the worst. At home she would have known a remedy, here she tried not to vomit again.

She took another look around. Iron bars... a shackle? "Hell where did they bring me?" It was the first time she sensed a little bit of nervousness coming up. Walls like these were usually not in simple prison cells.
As the man appeared she just starred at him for a while. She was certain that this was NOT the afterlife as she should have expected it. She did not know much about it but she knew some pointers and this man alone was well outside any of them. She blinked. He was still there. She turned her head, blinked again, turned her head back to him. Still there. The only thing consistent with her expectations was the coldness around them.

She gave a slight nod to his introduction. He was dressed rather strange, from her point of view. Destination... destination was a word she had been hearing more than once. It was not a bad word - but it often meant trouble "Hell?" Another concept she was not familiar with. She stepped outside the room and took a look around. It was foreign to her. The halls themselves reminded her of a tavern or two. The carpet was... foreign. Red was a colour that ws not often used in her region. But what caught her eyes were the light bulbs.

She grrinned and stretched a little, trying to reach one. Surely light fixtures powered with magic were something she had seen before, but these were special. And she could not reach them. For a short moment she contemplated how she could, but her mind snapped back to the severity of the situation

"You effectively snatched me out from my way to afterlife?"
Lea was someone to make conclusions rather fast - and often correct. She had been in a comparable situation before. It seldomly meant something overjoyably good. But it offered opportunities.

Turning to him she gestured for him to go on. She was well able to ask questions and follow him around. Especially as she was not keen to wait any more. The feeling in her stomach already pointed at something and she was anxious to hear what it woudl be.
As the man appeared she just starred at him for a while. She was certain that this was NOT the afterlife as she should have expected it. She did not know much about it but she knew some pointers and this man alone was well outside any of them. She blinked. He was still there. She turned her head, blinked again, turned her head back to him. Still there. The only thing consistent with her expectations was the coldness around them.

She gave a slight nod to his introduction. He was dressed rather strange, from her point of view. Destination... destination was a word she had been hearing more than once. It was not a bad word - but it often meant trouble "Hell?" Another concept she was not familiar with. She stepped outside the room and took a look around. It was foreign to her. The halls themselves reminded her of a tavern or two. The carpet was... foreign. Red was a colour that ws not often used in her region. But what caught her eyes were the light bulbs.

She grrinned and stretched a little, trying to reach one. Surely light fixtures powered with magic were something she had seen before, but these were special. And she could not reach them. For a short moment she contemplated how she could, but her mind snapped back to the severity of the situation

"You effectively snatched me out from my way to afterlife?" Lea was someone to make conclusions rather fast - and often correct. She had been in a comparable situation before. It seldomly meant something overjoyably good. But it offered opportunities.

Turning to him she gestured for him to go on. She was well able to ask questions and follow him around. Especially as she was not keen to wait any more.
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