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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.

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@HueMan Alright, I'll move some of my Attribute points around, and switch up my skills, I think I can live without being a dual-wielder.


Alright, I made some changes to my CS that will allow for greater mobility. (For GM) Only changes were made in the Attribute, Skill, and Items sections.
@HueMan That's another thing I was meaning to ask, how should we base mana cost for spells, and at what rate would mana regenerate (if at all)?
Also, based off our group (currently) should I change some of my stats to make me a bit more mobile? If we don't end up getting a rogue or assassin, my character could do a fair bit of scouting with some skill/attribute changes.

Also, @Hueman, would speed be more reliant upon AGI stats, or would it be possible to have skills that increase speed?
@Achronum
See my last post guy
After my CS is checked/discussed, I'll be posting a Lance class. Extremely melee oriented, fast and rushing type character. Plus, as a lancer, he'll be good at support and lower-level mob attacks, allowing others to save mana/hp for bosses.


Here he is!!
~8:17 PM
The Wilderness of Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019

The Wanderer



Shawn gave a soft chuckle as the man before him asked him to leave, a smile playing on his lips, hidden by his thick beard. Looking through the foliage, he shook his head gently. Unbeknownst to his new "companion," Shawn had spent more of his life in the woods then outside of it. Having been raised in a small town just a skip from the base of the Appalachians, he had long had a relationship with the only mother he knew, Nature.

"Friend, I've been a child of the woods long before you became their protector." He stated with a smile.

Moving to stand closely with one of the larger trees nearby, he patted it almost like one would a dog, affectionately, looking up into its high branches. Inside his mind small flashbacks played of the hundreds of times he had performed the same action, his affinity for wood and their domain rivaled nearly all, though he was sure the man before him would prove to be a close competitor.

"And believe me, she's far from frail. Some of these trees have been here longer than this country, and I'm sure they'll far outlive it as well."

He paused for a minute, turning from the tree to the man before him. A tension formed in his voice, not aggression, but apprehension and refusal to the suggestion of leaving the woods.

"Necessity is bullshit. Everything that is meant to be, is.
If you'd prefer I leave I'm afraid I can not accommodate you, there are things waiting for me I'm not going to face just yet."
@Bluetommy
~8:16 PM
The Wilderness of Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019

The Wanderer



Not waiting for a response, as he doubted whatever manner of beast had caused this would stick around for long, he began to move forward towards the man lying unconscious before him, then took notice to some of the contents of his truck. Even from where he was standing, he could see several firearms, a few of which that were definitely not covered by hunting licences. Ah, Poacher. He thought to himself, a slight snarl forming in his lip as a look of disgust spread across his face, his brow furrowing once more.

Just as he was about to continue hiking and leave nature to determine this man's fate, he heard a sound he was familiar with, the snapping of wood as a tree fell. He turned towards the source of the sound, expecting to see another tree fall. However he was surprised, to say the least, to see that rather than a crumbling tree, an opening forming in a tree's base, with a fairly large being stepping from it.

Shawn watched with a look of near childlike wonder as the being stretched his fingers, displaying a face Shawn had seen many times before, pleasure. As the being introduced himself, Shawn felt a wave of Euphoria as the pills he had taken moments ago began to take hold, and despite the bizarre scene taking place before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bliss and comfort. As the Vine Stalker raised the truck and apparent poacher, Shawn's eyes never strayed from the man in front of him, and approached him in awe, and didn't stop to think as words came from his mouth.

"You're breathtaking."
@Bluetommy
@Ceta de Cloyes
Shawn James is daddy af

And I don't really do distinctive good/evil characters, life isn't really that black and white so portraying that accurately really helps me w/ immersion. He just kinda does what he does, what brings him genuine enjoyment, because he believes life is too insignificant to waste worrying about a "bigger picture."
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