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Current I know that few, if any, people on this site would be interested in it... but... I just got an idea for a SAO/GGO/XCOM/UFO crossover... fun tingles...
8 mos ago
Life has never given mankind sufficient time... nor sleep... nor comprehension. If it had, we would have stopped trying.
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11 mos ago
It can be greatly refreshing to return to a thing that one has long loved.
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3 yrs ago
I am officially on hiatus as regards roleplaying... and it's a bummer. But, I will try to take some comfort in the fact that all of you will continue to have fun without me. That's not a suggestion.
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3 yrs ago
Argh! Life has become complete and exhausting chaos. Anybody waiting on me for posts, I'm sorry. I'll try to get some productive time in the next couple of days. Trying to move two households. Ugh

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Skurr listened and thought and did what he was told. Then he read the paper that the warrior had given him. It was a strange moment, sitting there and taking treatment for a head wound while being asked to help hunt a beast that would likely be at least a dozen times more difficult to deal with than the wretches from before. It was true that he had recovered quickly, far faster than some, but he had also nearly perished from infection. He was still not at full strength and was, even now, receiving treatment to help him complete his recovery.

The vapor was strong, spicy and burningly refreshing like powerful mint. He was careful to not inhale too much, powerful medicine was much like potent poison. Some could help, too much could kill. Still, it was an enervating scent and he could feel his body become just a bit more responsive as its effects began to take hold.

It was news to him that his healer was not a specialist in the practice. Still, that made her abilities all the more impressive. He had seen her almost every day, sometimes more than once, since waking from his fever. But, they had not conversed much. Skurr was not one for excessive conversation and he respected the fact that those who are at work rarely wish to be distracted by chatter. They lacked a strong personal bond but a fisherman could easily find abundant reasons to talk with a young lady. If not for his own personal... circumstances... he might have indeed tried to discover a path to a closer relationship. He wasn't the only one aware of Monika's charms.

He had noticed that there were a few of the local men who had begun to let their eyes follow his healer just a little too obviously of late. Their thoughts were too plain to see. It was generally unwise for a young lady to walk alone in this part of town. It was likely that her healing work had kept her safe thus far. But, as the men accepted the past battle and began to go back to daily life... that situation was likely to change. The sacred shield of a healer's work was beginning to fade and feminine charms were beginning to gain a greater measure of attention. It might be a very good thing for her to get out of town for a little while... or at least... to not continue the practice of visiting his home in so dangerous a neighborhood.

The only question was one of how far his recovery had progressed. He had no objections to hunting dangerous prey. That was no different than any other work day. But, he would not wish to undertake a task that he had little chance of completing. Though a faint and grey thought flitted through the back of his mind. There was no person who would miss him if he did not return.

"If my healer believes that I have recovered enough for the task, I will accept. But, whether it is her specialty or not, her ability saved my life. If she is willing to go... it will likely improve my ability to contribute."

@Zaphander@Strange Rodent@Royaletutor59
I... actually was able to sleep for about five hours last night. That's a first with this little one... between her and the 22 mo old anyway. I may return to being a vaguely functional human being sooner than I thought.
Thanks everybody! I'm the proud papa of another baby girl! Born about 26 hours ago. 20 inches long and 8 lbs 12 ounces, for those who get curious about such things! Mom and baby are fine.
I'm currently in the hospital with my wife, attending to childbirth matters. I will see if I can spare the brain power to come up with something for my fisherman over the next day or so, provided that labor remains slow or finishes quickly.
@Jangel13 That sounds like a solid plan. I'm focusing more on real life matters right now due to the approaching birth of my 5th child. Still, please remember to let me know when you're starting up the next version. I'll definitely be interested.
Well... I guess the next question... is when will another start? Or, do you want a break for awhile to recharge, @Jangel13?
Indeed. That can't be complained about. And, even if things were to end here, I have developed my character enough to possibly transplant him elsewhere in some form so it hasn't been a waste from that perspective either. Though, maybe I'll be lucky enough to get in on one of these at the beginning next time. That would probably be a bit more fun.
@Strange Rodent@Zaphander@Royaletutor59

Skurr watched the three women enter his tiny home. It briefly crossed his mind that this was the largest number of people the building had ever held at once, to say nothing of the number of women. There was the bed and one chair. Other than that, only the floor remained for seating options and a certain part of that was occupied with his packed belongings. He had little to say at this point, these had their reasons for coming. They would get down to it when they were ready. A fisherman knew how to wait for the other to move first. He didn't know what would bring these three to his door.

One at least was a regular visitor, her presence made sense. He sat on the chair without a word as the healer did her work. His eyes, however, focused on the other two. One was a complete stranger. The other, though...

"You beat him after all. The brute at the gate." He said without preamble with his eyes locked onto those of the warrior woman. "He was a tough one."
The sounds of reconstruction and continuing salvage efforts were muffled by the thin wood walls of the worn building. Little more than a shack, it had been Skurr’s home for some time. Skurr sat on his single small stool. His hair was clean and his wound was closed but it was likely to scar. His hair might never properly cover that line where the axe had struck. But, that truly was unimportant. He had never made his way in the world by his looks in the first place. But, could he make his way in a broken city that had earned the ire of a powerful man? Could he stay?

At his feet was a travel sack with all of his small collection of possessions. His spear stood against the wall with one thin ray of outside light glinting on its blade. There was a sheaf of harpoons and a smaller one of javelins leaning against the simple bed beside it as well. His eyes had not strayed from that sight since before dawn. He had meant to only get his things in order while ordering his thoughts. Before he knew what he was doing he had packed as though he was never coming back. Then again, he didn’t have a reason to come back once he left. Maybe his body knew something that his mind hadn’t come to realize yet. His head didn’t hurt much anymore, just a bit of an ache if he moved to aggressively.

He had nearly joined her in the afterlife. No… he wouldn’t have been with her, not even there. They weren’t joined so firmly as that. He had done his best, he knew that beyond a doubt. But, he had still failed to truly accomplish anything. No… he had saved a few lives. He had ended the lives of some who needed to die. He had survived. It was just disheartening that he had failed to do anything that he had actually set out to do. In fact, he had only survived thanks to the determined skills of a stranger.

Even with her help, it had been close. His memories of those days were vague and confusing, a blurred mix of memories, nightmares, and fleeting moments of consciousness. Those memories… had been vivid enough that he thought he was going to join them. But the nightmares were even more potent. He thought that he had gotten over his fear of them. Perhaps that was impossible. No fisherman… could truly escape his fear of the shadows in the deep. Even in his brief moments of lucidity, he had been driven by the dregs of that lingering fear.

After he was finally well enough to be left alone he had begun rebuilding his strength as fast as possible. His days were a determined cycle of hard work, rest, and food. Though, he had been careful to avoid letting his healer spot him working. He knew that she would be worried if she knew how hard he was working to recover his strength. Still, he wasn’t a fool. He knew that danger doesn’t sleep or flee when good people become weak. He needed his strength back, and quickly. That may have been his first battle but it wasn’t likely to be the last. It seemed like the balance of power was shattering like poorly maintained skiffs in a storm. The shadows will feed well for the next few years it seems.

A sudden change in the noise outside disrupted his thoughts, words in a voice that was vaguely familiar. Then a knock at the door and a familiar call. It was time for his daily treatment… and he had company as well. The time for thinking seemed to be over. He had left the door unbarred so he simply waited for a break in the conversation outside.

“Enter… all of you that will fit.” Skurr said loudly as he turned his focused brown eyes on the doorway. His tone was calm but his voice was pitched to carry well. They probably would have heard him clearly even if the door and walls weren’t full of gaps.

@Zaphander @Strange Rodent @Royaletutor59
Things are getting really busy right now and I'm going to have trouble posting until... probably May 1st at least. I have already started on my nest post and I intend to finish it soon but I can't promise speedy replies for awhile. Family is coming and I'll have another little baby to care for in less than a month. Busy times.
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