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Grey Onyx

Grey listened to Meirin speak, and replied. "No, I think they've got what few allied demons are left on a tight leash. Who could blame 'em? Personally, I'd like that forest of severed heads cleaned up. The Demonomancy instructor tells me it's to show we're serious about fighting them, but I think it makes the people think of us as warhungry barbarians. Real bad for diplomacy. Plus, it has an enormous negative impact on the morale of our guard battalion. The barracks are located right next to the damn place, and we're juuust close enough to have to sleep to the stench of dead demons. Also, most students don't like looking at severed heads, and there is a damned child here." Grey said, before looking surprised for a moment.

"Oh, sorry, uhh... Didn't mean to rant at you there... Heh." He said with a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Anyway, what's it like to be a mage? I can't imagine how one would control such power..."
Grey Onyx

As Grey 'patrolled' he heard a familiar voice and turned around. It was Meirin, the one that helped him chase Zaad down. He smiled and waved back as he approached, mostly glad that someone was talking to him at all (ever since the college started hiring those new guards and given out those 'zero tolerance' orders, the student body had become a lot more distrustful of the guard battalion. Most students wouldn't even look him in the eye as they passed him by in the hall).

"Good morning, Meirin. Is there anything I can help you with? Other than smithing requests..." Meirin was known to occasionally request... odd things from the forge. Weapons he'd never even heard of. the strangest ones were these multi-pointed bladed disc things, hadn't the foggiest clue how to even set about making them or, gods above, use them. About the only ones he knew who could were the Demonomancy teacher (who was always busy), and a particularly short-tempered half-elf (who was out of commission apparently). "Anything else though, I'm your guy."
Lucius Cypher said
"When that time comes, I'll bring the bolt cutters."


"SEE?! THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! I CAN'T STOP THIS SHIT BY MYS- Err, I mean I NEED YOUR LAZY ASS TO DISTRACT THEM!"
And to think, this will happen again in a few years. With Lyn taking Alaira's place.
Rtron said
'Nonono. I said spar, not become your punching bag. You know, spar. That thing where two people fight without killing one another, using their best abilities to win? Kind of like what hypothetical Orc is saying. And you assume you'll be able to catch me to kick me in the groin.' To be fair, he was doing fine until she cheated.


"Think of it like this, I'm the sculptor, and your the block of marble. And the only way I can chisel you into a work of art is to punch the shit out of you."
Lucius Cypher said
It's not insanity, it's logic. And for this to be a proper montage, we need to put Athalus to various grueling training practices all within a three minute song. So to the next drill!"I have a row of Archers who will be shooting at you. You need to run across this open field with random traps hidden in the ground and not get hit. Don't worry, there aren't any tips on the arrows. Can't say the same for the traps. FIRE!"


"OH YEAH, ONE LAST THING! DON'T GET BLOWN UP BY THE MORTARS!"
I nominate him to be the front line, so he can't sneak up on us.
Rtron said
'You. You're not helping.''Yes, but they just stood there! I'd be ducking, weaving, barrel rolling...When in the name of all the Gods are we going to fight a Dr-....That's cheating and you know it. Pulling that card on me...*grumbles* Fine. I'll spar with you.'Called it as soon as you said the beginning of the song.


"All right! First lesson, taking a punch! I'm gonna start punching you in the gut, and when you can take a punch and not fall over, we'll move on to the next one! Oh, and if you dodge I'll kick you in the groin instead!"

Hard to argue with balls out insanity, is it?
I thought it was because of the smell? You see, the scent of death and fear that's always on you is what drives all the ladies away dude.
'Yeah, that's what all the crossbowmen I fought thought too, right before I jammed an iron spike through their faces! If you don't learn how to fight, how are you gonna save her from the hypothetical dragon! YOUR REFUSAL TO FIGHT ME IS INDIRECTLY KILLING YOUR DAUGHTER!'

Alaira firmly believes that if you can't solve a problem by punching it, the only other solution is a training montage.
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