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In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Time: Evening
Location: Fog Beast Lair
Interactions: Isolde @Blizz, Dante @Alivefalling, Menzai @samreaper, and Aidan @potter
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The group of five venture forth into the wilderness with Mensai taking the lead. Along the way, Darius couldn’t help but feel anxious at the thought of getting into a real fight with what he could only assume from Menzai’s instructions was a dangerous creature. It was during the trek, that Darius attempted to be sly while walking closely beside Menzai. “So… I wonder if this fog beast is of fog or just in the fog y’know?” Of course Darius failed at trying to squeeze a bit of extra information out of Menzai as he always had.

Fortune slightly favored him as his question might have been answered when the group approached and stepped into an unnaturally thick fog. It was cool against his skin but not in a refreshing way. The cold touch of the fog threatened to form goosebumps across his skin. And the smell… It wasn’t awful but it made him ponder what could be producing such a scent. Shit is about to get real… He hadn’t said a word in a minute or two which wasn’t normal of him. Darius was just too nervous about the situation at hand.

Then he heard it, the sounds from the creature briefly stopping him in his tracks. He sighed as he realized his instincts took hold of him and continued with the others. Looking at each of them, he wondered how they were holding up. Everyone was quiet, so it was hard to tell, but if Darius were to guess, he might have been the most bothered by the situation. I have them with me though. We’ll beat this thing together. He tightened his grip around the knife he had grabbed earlier. He felt something run down his face. Am I really sweating? Come on it can’t be that bad. He wiped away the droplet that had run along his jawline just before Menzai came to a halt

“The beast lurks within to the northeast about twenty-two feet within. I shall lead you until we are nearly upon it then from that moment forth it shall be up to the four of you to determine how to handle the creature. Remember my rules and know that I will give no aid nor advice unless things go dire which I will give the command to retreat. One warning… Refuse and you will remain at the village. You merely need to knock it unconscious for victory though if you slay it then I will offer a bonus reward to each of you.”

Darius gave Menzai a silent nod as he looked into his left hand which he used to wipe his face. He raised his eyebrow for a moment. “Is..?” He looked around at the surrounding fog and for a moment wafting his left hand around as he did so. “Of course!” Darius covered his mouth after the exclamation. “Sorry, I thought I was so nervous I was sweating, but it’s vapor in the fog. I mean, I’m not nervous. Just thought that sweat equaled nervousness, which was kinda silly to think I was in the first place. Anyway, no more shouting out of me.”

After some time, the group continued. With each step, Darius slightly winced. He hated the feeling of mud under his feet, and that’s exactly what this felt like. Why couldn’t we have just fought a firebreathing dragon in a cave or a giant cyclops in the hills? I’d be away from my element but this kinda sucks.

In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Pancake-eater Outfit

Time: Morning
Location: Pancakes at the Park
Interaction: Ruby @SausagePat
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Lorenzo held his ground so sure that he had asserted himself, something he had rarely indulged in. He wanted so badly to smile at such a grand moment but the confrontation was far from over. He’d have to keep up his farce of aggressiveness to ironically stay out of trouble, or so that is what he believed. Surprisingly even the vagrant woman had reinforced him despite their initial interaction.

It was Charlotte’s arrival that caused the duke’s eyes to widen some. He hadn’t even granted thought to the fact that he was causing such a huge scene during what was supposed to be a calming morning feast.

"Um, is everything okay?" Her words softened his expression as his goal was not to embarrass her but instead be like a frigate bird and intimidate an unruly patron.

“Of course, Charlotte. Just having a slight disagreement is all.” He attempted to downplay the moment but caught her scowling at the man he was having trouble with. Lorenzo would do anything to keep his dear Lottie out of situations like this.

He had started to mentally find some way to gain control of things while he felt he could when the strangest thing happened…. Charlotte actually knew the vagrant. By name? This was just another concern to put atop the pile Lorenzo shamefully owned. He would definitely have a talk with her later. Charlotte had knack for bringing home oddities, people included.

"Hello again, Ruby. It's nice to see you... You have picked out an impressive selection of waffles for yourself there, I see."

“Hello Charlotte. Oh, dear. You must get yourself a plate… Did you ever find your papa?”

“You know her?” Lorenzo would have said more but Dr.John Williamson had arrived and in style. Lorenzo wouldn’t say it out loud but the two-finger mock salute was absolutely stunning and something he wished to use himself… and so he did just that. He returned the gesture with a slight nod.

“Greetings to you as well Dr. Williamson. It is a pleasure to see you again.” Lorenzo said almost smitten with the presence of good company. Lorenzo had nearly forgotten his altercation that was still very present as the man with the blond slicked back hair was fuming now. The duke had invited not one, but two people to join him in the holding up of the waffle line. At first, he thought himself outnumbered until he heard the mumbled complaints from those behind him. Besides, he was dealing with Duke Vikena, the fool of the royal court. The patron balled his fists and let his voice carry with intensity!

“NO MORE! The only fool that’ll be in the damned newspaper is you, the waffle bitch, the fucker in the green, yes you! And your whore of daughter!” The man took a single step forward, asserting that he wouldn’t be backing down. “The ‘Whore of Veirmont’ is bound to surpass her father and hop on every single Alidasht-shezzy-prince cock, you rat-faced son of a bitch!” The man quickly reminded him that the issue had not simply gone away, and Lorenzo couldn’t agree more. The man never cared much about the soiling of his own name, but Charlotte was off limits! He gripped the plate in his hand as he got ready to shout back but the other man spoke sooner.

“...”

“And you fucking stand there and block us commoners from enjoying delicious waffles! Is that all Duke Lorenzo is good for?! Ruining every fucking event with his presence?! Or is the bastard only good at getting away with murdering his cunt of a wife aye?!”

“...”

“Move out of the way! We’re hungry back here!”

“Stop this senseless bickering! I want waffles!”

“Is that crazy duke really holding up our breakfast?!”

“You hear them or are you fucking deaf, Duke Vikena?! Move the fuck on so we can have our waffles!” The man stepped closer to the frozen Lorenzo. “Move, won’t you!” Despite his words he wasn’t asking.

“...”

“For fuck sake, I’ll just take em!” The man proceeded to shove Lorenzo, but was gripped by his hands and swung into the serving table, knocking the table with the remaining waffles over. In the process, Lorenzo had dropped his own empty plate onto the grass.

“Have them then!” Lorenzo watched as the patron toppled over the falling table and onto the ground taking every single waffle left with him.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK?!

“THE WAFFLES!”

What had Lorenzo done now?
In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Coming soon…

In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Afternoon
Location: Oasis near Dugmaghord
Interactions: Rosaria @potter, Nuallán @13org
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“You really gotta ask to grant us an edge, princess?” Slick looked over his shoulder as he took the lead on foot just as he’d done while mounted. Slick continued as he tugged on the sling of his repeating crossbow to ensure its presence.. “You need to quit bein’ so polite to the critter you’re fixin’ to bloody. Think like your butler if that’s what you’re fixin’ to make him out to be.” Slick turned completely so he could face Rosaria as she caught up to his place on the edge of the oasis.

“Take any and every advantage. Do that and you ain’t ever gonna lose.” Slick winked before his eyes met Nuallán’s accompanied by a grin. “Speaking of…” He turned back around to face the oasis as he slowly spread his arms out on either side. Exerting his will over his very element, Slick began manipulating the general direction of the wind toward themselves. Even when he dropped his hands down the wind continued to pull in their direction “No need to play fair, princess. Life ain’t a game.” His words were filled with a cruel type of wisdom.

“So make us unseen will you.” It almost sounded like an order… almost.


In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Afternoon
Location: Myriamor
Interactions: Myra @13org, Maeryn @princess, Alaia @Alivefalling
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“I agree…. And disagree…” Vrexen narrowed his eyes with a low growl. He wanted to crash into his foes with all his might. Stalking was enjoyable but wanted more than to sneak around. What if they ended up empty-handed? Vrexen shook away the thought. “Astra… speak.” He ordered her to give her input on what Maeryn had said.

“Of course Lord of Violence.” She played along with a grin. “I think Maeryn has a point. I mean, I still want to buy some stuff, but I can catch up if I’m fast. Not like I’m the combat type anyhow.”

“Yet. As my second disciple, you will be powerful… or you will die weak.” Vrexen was a constant reminder to Astra that she couldn’t be useless to the group.

“Understood. Allow me to grab some things so I might assist you Lord Vrexen. I may not possess the strength you do, the swiftness of Myra, or the skills of Maeryn, but I have a way to contribute. Trust me.”

“Trust? No, prove it. We will continue to Dugmghord with Maeryn’s plans leading us. He has proving to do as well, yes Maeryn?” Vrexen actually smirked. He wanted someone to give him a reason to spill their blood across the hot sand.

And so the whole group minus Astra continued on toward the ever-testing desert.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Pancake-eater Outfit

Time: Morning
Location: Pancakes at the Park
Interaction: Ruby @SausagePat
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“Have you ever committed to a deed out of the goodness of your heart with the most benevolent of intention, only to have it grab the nearest musket and blow your face clean off? If it hasn’t, then you are far too lucky… If it has, then just imagine it occurring every waking day of your life…“


Lorenzo watched with the utmost confusion as the woman he assumed was just a hungry vagrant performed the oddest dance had ever seen. He looked over his shoulder at the other attendees behind him, searching for some cue he had missed. He had been away from public events for nearly a year so he might have understood not being in the loop of new norms and practices. Unfortunately, every face he caught sight of wore the same expression of bewilderment. When he returned his sights forward, he caught the woman giving him what he thought was a very misplaced wink. Blinking rapidly, Lorenzo could feel he was beyond his depth with this woman who made him feel oddly embarrassed. He didn’t know what to do. How was he meant to challenge this? With conformity or ire?

Luckily, for the time being, her focus was gathering as many waffles onto her plate as possible. However, Lorenzo could hardly keep his own focus off of her. He curiously watched for what odd thing she might do next, and he wouldn’t be left disappointed. Confused, yes, but not disappointed. Could she perhaps be… ‘on the stuff’? Lorenzo strained his eyes a bit as if he would magically identify some indication of drug addiction besides the woman’s clearly visible behavior and unfitting attire.

Then the third or maybe it was the fourth strangest thing that occurred. The odd young woman had placed so many waffles on her plate that a trumpeter began playing a celebratory tune. Now look, Lorenzo was a lover of waffles himself but even he wouldn’t dare to take one of each kind like she had and-

“What on heaven’s earth…” Lorenzo quietly uttered as he watched the woman gorge on the waffles before even making her way from the serving table! He wanted to hurry and grab a waffle or two but he was afraid the woman might do something too wild for him to be prepared for. So instead, he took his time with short and slow steps toward the serving table. He winced and gripped his plate tightly when she suddenly shrieked at the trumpet player in excitement. He was getting so close to the waffles, but was it truly worth it? He could still smell the pancakes. Maybe he could turn back, yes? No, it was too late! It was when her eyes met his form again that he mentally prepared to smash his plate into the woman’s face out of fear for his… life? Fear for something! I don’t know what she intends to do to me, but I must not let her do it! Where’s Lottie?! He whipped his head around looking for Charlotte, but there were far too many people blocking his view and he’d consider himself a damned fool if he stepped out of the waffle line while he was so close to the serving table now!

“THESE ARE GOOD! PILE THEM UP!”

With conformity or ire?

“Uh… Yeah! I must try them! YES!” And so Lorenzo made his choice. He nodded at the woman happily in an effort to put himself in her good graces. Whatever that meant. He inched closer to the table but, unfortunately, moved closer to her as well. In the process of reaching for an unclaimed blueberry waffle, Lorenzo found his face mere inches from none other than a glob of chocolate chip waffle offered by the strange woman with a smile that made Lorenzo so frightened inside that he had to continue to submit to her crazed antics. A duke must do what he must… I pray this waffle is not my last. He winced, before taking a bite from the fork. Initially, he chewed awkwardly, but the taste of the scrumptious chocolate chip waffle nearly removed the desperate duke from the moment. “You’re right young lady. These are indeed delicious! I dare say the best waffles I’ve had outside of Veirmont!” No longer fearfully conforming to the silliiness, Lorenzo found himself genuinely pleased with what he had the opportunity of indulging in.

“Hey can you imbeciles get a move on! You fools are not the only ones in line!” A patron shouted causing Lorenzo to face him apologetically. “Yeah, you! And your bitch there! Hurry it up so I can eat some waffles, damn it!”

Again Lorenzo was given a choice. The short man before with slicked-back blond hair was far too normal to seem as frightening as the vagrant. He wasn’t one for confrontation, but he very much disliked undeserved insults.

With conformity or ire?

Lorenzo furrowed his brow intensely but remained where he was.

“Do you have any idea who you speak to?! And you call me the fool?! I am the venerable Duke of Veirmont!” The trumpeter abruptly ceased playing his tune the moment the duke raised his voice. Lorenzo was all in now. He raised his arms up like a victorious gladiator, his empty plate still in his right hand. “You must be illiterate, sir! You must be! Because did today’s paper not warn you of the Duke of Veirmont?! The warmonger! The fucker of counts! Hmm?!” Lorenzo’s face held an intensity that was almost never seen, his facial scars only adding to the intimidating aura he managed to pull out of his ass. “You will wait right there… patiently! Or you may find your name graced along mine in the Caesonia News tomorrow.” Lorenzo briefly narrowed his eyes leaving his threat to the man’s own imagination who was more disgusted than afraid of what Lorenzo even inferring. “Hmph.” And with that Lorenzo turned back to the serving table.
In Young Justice → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Kobra Facility, New Mexico
Interactions: The Team, specifically Aleen’a @baraquiel


“Clean them up and then we'll use our secret weapon to breach the facility,”

Viktor clenched his jaw beneath his mask as he mentally went over the team’s hastily concocted plan. It wasn’t one he particularly enjoyed but he surprisingly had a bit of faith in it. It was a far cry from the squid debacle. He couldn’t afford to be so critical. Not when there was someone who needed rescuing. To have Riley be the bait for discovering this location was a dire risk but the team was left with few options after what occurred at the cafe with the mystery girl.

So the plan was laid out as such…

“We don’t have much to go on, yes, but waiting isn’t much of an option. Luckily we were provided with a rough layout of the facility due to the capabilities of our tracker. Courtesy of the League.”

“First, we’ll take out any security measures they have at the exterior of the base. Then we move into breaching the facility. We are unaware of any exterior electronic surveillance, so once we take out the guards, we’ll need to hit Kobra with some shock and awe. With a combined strike from a few of our heavy hitters and some flare from Zach… We’ll hit the enemy before they even have the chance to realize what’s happening…”

In real-time, Viktor positioned himself behind a boulder and equipped his collapsed bow. He strung a blunt-tipped arrow with his mark being the guard in the tower. With Aleen’a in position, and the others lacking much range, he released the arrow from the incredibly weighted drawstring. The arrow struck the tower guard with concussive force knocking him down and out.

“Brightheart. Strike him now.” He ordered over comms as he already had another blunt arrow strung. Without waiting any longer, he let the second arrow fly, hitting the guard with the same effect as the first. With Aleen’a already engaged, it was up to Alisa, Kassy, Ja, and Zach to perform the shock and awe. The first three would bust through the right side of the facility and stand back to allow Zach to add the flare.
In Code Vein (Closed) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Farmhouse → Howling Pit
Interactions: Akaia @Exit, Vincent @Daxam, and Juice @PigeonOfAstora,
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Erik paced directly behind Renee’s shoulder upon arriving at what Erik always thought to be one of the more interesting settlements. At face value, the location was simply a small place with a few families in the middle of nowhere. The feel of the tight-knit community was faintly familiar to him, bringing back nostalgia from before he was ever even a revenant. However, his many years dulled his ability to relive a far experienced moment in time. Perhaps vestiges spoiled the man with how they granted vivid experiences of the past.

With a sunny exterior, he greeted all who met his gaze with a smile and a nod. The first time he visited the camp was when he chose to use it as a one-night bed down location. At first, he found it odd for a settlement purely of revenants to establish a farm, but after explaining that produce was their means of trading for blood beads, Erik couldn’t knock it. It wasn’t until his second visit after establishing the Crow’s Nest that Erik sought to trade with the group.

Once inside the shed, Erik quietly scanned the map before realizing everyone had one location at the forefront of their minds.

“That place?” Erik asked with a tone of skepticism. “Who’d want to go there?” He glanced at the others around the map before feeling he should further explain. “I’ve only heard rumors of it but it’s almost as the name simply suggests. A nasty little pit full of hungry Lost, right?”

“Yes, but there’s more to why it's one of the last places left uninvestigated.” Renee bit her lower lip as she knew she’d have to start being transparent with those that volunteered to help the people here. “The miasma in that area has become thicker over the past few weeks and no one here is really willing to go. Erik, we’re not like your-”

“Sounds like our kind of thing!” Erik interrupted excitedly as he placed his index finger on the location of the Howling Pit. “And this the perfect opportunity for us to see what our new friend can do and for him to see what we’re all about as well. A win-win, right?” Erik nodded at everyone surrounding the map. The way Erik saw it, they didn’t all drive there for nothing. If it meant helping out another independent settlement they had good relations with, the Commune could at least take the time to investigate the Howling Pit.

Renee averted her gaze from Erik’s lack of hesitation.

“Thanks.” She knew Erik was… like this, but had never experienced it first hand. Is he confident or ignorant? No matter which, he had those that supported him at his side.

Renee did not want to think they were leading them into a death trap. The Commune had the diverse skill sets of their unique members to nearly tackle any kind of situation. Their community only had farm folk and the occasional explorer such as herself. She wouldn’t go as far as to say the Commune was used to facing the impossible but they would do a much better job at it than they would.

Despite not venturing out with them herself she wanted to assist in any way she could. She retrieved a set of keys belonging to their exploration jeep. The terrain bordering the Howling Pit was rough and not easy to get to using the van they’d arrived in.
“Erik ,you can take our jeep. It has less room for equipment, so you can only take the bare essentials. The terrain you’re going into is rough, it won’t be good for your van.” She tossed the keys his way and he snatched them out from in front of him.

“You heard her! Get the bare essentials to the jeep and let’s keep things rolling. Someone grab that map.”

In due time, the group was on the road again, this time in an old bright yellow jeep.The path took them unimproved dirt roads that eventually led them toward the Howling Pit. Besides the miasma being thick in the air, the pit was far from impressive. It was just as Erik described it.

“A nasty little pit full of hungry Lost…”

There were only seven thralls down in the pit only deep enough to keep them b from getting out. At first glance it didn’t appear to more than what was described, but with further inspection, there was a small cave opening on the near side of the pit that would only be visible to someone who rounded the pit.

“Krugers and Edgelords, huh?” Erik said noting the weaponry the thralls below possessed. He crossed is arms over his chest as he surveyed the pit from where he stood. “At least I got see this place for myself… the Howling Pit. Not impressive one bit. Oh, that rhymed!” He gave himself a mental pat on the back.


In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Pancake-eater Outfit

Time: Morning
Location: Pancakes at the Park
Interaction: Ruby @SausagePat
Mention:


Things are really going in my favor today… maybe it truly will be a good day for me. Lorenzo thought as he feasted his eyes on the gentleman who had just entered the Pancakes at the Park event with waffles. Though the duke found the move to be quite the bold one, he was grateful for it. Lorenzo had never enjoyed pancakes, in fact, he seemed to have a deep-seated hatred for them. The oddest part about his disdain for the fluffy brown breakfast disks was that he could never explain why he despised them.

Whatever the case, Lorenzo was just glad he could indulge in an alternative he enjoyed. Waffles. However, he needed to be quick so he could grab a favorable spot in line as more and more patrons arrived. He noticed the faces of a few nobles and sighed at the thought of having to share forced pleasantries with anyone. He might have noticed the precious Crystal Damien, but his eyes were nearly glued to the large stack of waffles.

Not first, not second, not even third, Lorenzo was sixth in line and-

Bump!

Lorenzo nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt the abrupt hard physical contact on his back. Initially believing he was being assailed, he turned and faced the cause for panic with his plate slightly cocked up in his hands. Seeing the culprit as seemingly a victim of homelessness from solely her appearance, the duke relaxed his subpar defensive stance. She was quite angry at him, but he had been a companion of enmity for a very long time. He turned from her without a word, hoping the situation would simply deescalate, but he could hear her grumblings behind him.

Like a gnat, the woman caused him to wince ever so slightly with each distasteful word he could pick up from her insults. And so, just as he was reaching the front of the line, Lorenzo side-stepped and put a hand out to direct the young homeless woman ahead of him.

“For the trouble.” He put on a warm but uneasy smile, not entirely confident with this move.
In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Time: Evening
Location: Guarav Village
Interactions: Isolde @Blizz, Dante @Alivefalling, Menzai @samreaper, and Aidan @potter
Mentions:


Darius looked at each human while nodding. Everyone was down for taking on the “fog beast” which meant that they’d be working together. Competition would have been fun sure, but scrounging against small creatures didn’t compare to what seemed like a boss battle. It was only fitting as Menzai sought to test cumulatively in a way.

The added conditions and time limit by Menzai caused Darius to raise an eyebrow. That’s cheap. However, his initial feelings on Menzai’s addons dispersed as he took another look at who he’d be fighting alongside with.. Fuck it, we can do this! A playful smirk painted his expression.

“Then it’s decided then!” Darius announced as he strutted over to the tree and reached down to pick up the purple-marked hunting knife. He inspected it for a moment before speaking again “Ready when you are Menzai.” He commented as his eyes lingered on the blade of the weapon
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