Hank

New but old

Welcome to the party, @Azael.

French music is so fun

German music is obviously superior.

Rain's Hand [ Culluket x Hank ]

For a second, the inquisitor merely stared at the darkness of the wood, lowering his sword as Loka and the werewolf disappeared between the trees. Gregor could hear his own loud, hard breathing and the drumming of his blood in his ears and felt the adrenaline pull on his muscles and tug on his tendons. He could just stay here, by the fire, and wait for the werewolf to tear Loka apart... and that would be the end of that. Not his problem anymore. Back to the way things were, by himself, as he had been for years.

With a resigned sigh, Gregor cracked his neck and gave chase. He lept over the broken tree-trunks, blinking rapidly to force his eyes to adjust to the gloom. His longsword had tasted powerful blood now and its reflective qualities had turned into an autonomous glow, faintly illuminating Gregor's path. Ahead, he could hear the high-pitched whine of the lycanthrope and wondered what Loka had done to it. Gregor grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and advanced, ready to strike down the first thing he saw.

And that was the werewolf. The rimefire on its back was almost extinguished by now, having lost its potency over time, but the glow was unmistakable. Gregor could make out that it was distracted by something, shaking this way and that, sounded more like a dying pig than anything else. Now was the time.

"In the name of the Emperor and in accordance with the Imperial Creed, I, Gregor Ravenor Nykerius, do sentence you to die," Gregor said, his words resonating in the dark woods with authority. "Your fate is sealed."

Upon hearing the inquisitor, the werewolf turned around, one of its eyes ugly and bloodshot. It opened its fearsome maw in one final roar of defiance, cut short by the thrust of cold, glowing steel being shoved into its gullet. Gregor had dashed forward with all the speed his legs could muster and planted his blade between the werewolf's gaping jaws. Gurgling, the wolfman sank to its knees and slid off of Gregor's sword. It landed on its side, heavy and limp.

It was dead.

Gregor didn't take any chances. He raised his sword in the same two-handed grip and decapitated the motionless abomination with a single strike. Only then did he exhale sharply and stumble back, his hand reaching out behind him to find support against one of the trees. "Loka?" he called out, his voice suddenly hoarse.

What is one prevailing trait or element in your RP characters?

The vast majority of my characters lately have been very serious and dedicated to their cause, whatever that may be, but that's only a recent trend. My cast has been pretty diverse over the entirety of my roleplaying career. I guess they're almost all men? That's a trait, right?

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

It's also hard to hold a proper conversation if the whole group of eight characters is in the same room together. Interaction works best in smaller congregations and separating the characters a la @Leidenschaft's proposal means that most of the characters will have a chance to interact with someone they haven't talked to yet, save Gaela and Kiralla.

Additionally, and this is just my personal opinion, I didn't join this RP to have weeks of dialogue. We're a group of criminals forced to complete a mission together. I'd like to get to the mission bit and then have characters bond through action and mischief and all that good shit. Dialogue is easier to write if our characters have something to talk about anyway, e.g. after a good scrap or in the middle of an infiltration operation.

Rain's Hand [ Culluket x Hank ]

Gregor's blood thundered in his ears as he aborted his own attack and jumped backwards from another one of the werewolf's swipes. The claws missed him and shredded a tree effortlessly, a poignant reminder of what would happen to him if he wasn't fast enough. It was times like these that Gregor was glad he had gotten into the habit of wearing loose, light-weight garments all the time. His black, woolen clothes stretched to accommodate his movements and Gregor's leather greatcoat, only tight around the shoulders, danced around him like a cape. Gregor planted his boot-clad foot into the earth behind him and presented the dangerous edge of the longsword to the werewolf, ready to punish every move with a double-handed counterstrike.

For some reason, a peacock screamed on the other side of the fire. Gregor almost looked away but his training kept his eyes fixed on the werewolf. The creature was obviously distracted as it flinched with what Gregor assumed to be surprise. That seemed a little uncharacteristic, though. Why would the wolfman be--

His train of thought was interrupted as the peacock call rang again and the werewolf slashed both of its arms at Gregor in a cross-swing. The inquisitor's lungs forced out an instinctive yell and he deflected the gore-stained claws with the flat edge of his blade, ducking low to drop his center of gravity. His arms were immediately heavy with the brute strength of the attack he'd just redirected and the werewolf smashed its arms into the ground, throwing up debris that splattered across Gregor's torso and face.

For a third time, the peacock screamed. By now, Gregor had caught on to the fact that it was Loka who was doing this, immediately followed by the realization that it must be something magical to affect the werewolf so strongly -- and being able to perfectly replicate the call of a peacock was a peculiar talent in-and-of-itself. Unsure if Loka was helping or somehow egging the werewolf on to kill him, he was relieved to see the maddened were-beast turn away from him and towards Loka. It was the best possible opening Gregor could have asked for.

He didn't waste a second of it. Raising his longsword above his head, Gregor brought it down in a powerful diagonal slash that cut across the werewolf's back. The blade itself produced a shrill, trilling noise as it cut through the abomination's flesh, immediately followed by a flash of foul-smelling steam and a shower of blue sparks. The werewolf, already howling in agony, redoubled its efforts as the magical properties of Gregor's longsword set its flesh aflame. Gregor's eardrums threatened to burst with the sheer volume of the werewolf's abhuman throes.

Now it truly looked like something straight out of a nightmare. Ghastly rimefire, pale as ice and cold to the touch, spread across its back and shoulders, vaporizing the black fur and eating away at the monster's flesh. Its snout was warped in a horrifying snarl and its eyelids had peeled back so far that the whites of its eyes were visible in the blue-and-orange light of the flames. The injuries it had sustained were awful and extremely painful but unfortunately not incapacitating -- or lethal.

Desperate to to get away from Gregor's sword and to silence Loka, the howling wolfman lept at the Deva through the bonfire.

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"You have got to be kidding me."

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - the Orcish Company

It's not anyone else's responsibility to keep you, an aspiring participant, informed.

Bot Reporting 2.0

That one is actually Chinese, rather than Korean: roleplayerguild.com/users/dgsdegsdfhds

@Hank: Looking at the userlist, I noticed there are a few new nuked users with no posts, however it looks like users do retain their post counts upon being nuked - how does this work? Did they use statuses/Bio/VMs? I wouldn't quite put it past genuine users to choose "nonsense" names like that, as much as I've seen a number of people with less "human" names than most of the KoreaBots.

@Shienvien

Post count isn't impacted by hiding posts.

EDIT: Oh, I finally understand your question. Spam bots are easily recognised because their usernames are identical to their email adresses, usually hosted on some kind of weird, obscure free webmail service. I just nuke all of them, posts or no posts.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - the Orcish Company

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God damn it, again? I even explicitly said that I was writing up the company witch a day or so ago... bloody hell, @Zendrelax.

@BCTheEntity

He claimed the idea way before you in the Interest Check. Do your homework, brother.