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23 days ago
Fever struck. Cowbell won't heal this one. A blanket, few cups of tea and a bit of rest should, though.
2 mos ago
When it comes to this whole Bowsette thing, surely there is only one real option. Booette.
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2 mos ago
Many of my RPs are going on hiatus for reasons (hopefully) unrelated to me. I can only assume I am being used as some sort of a black magic conduit for this much sickness and busy times to happen.
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3 mos ago
Monster Hunter: World time! Here's hoping the weather will not doom my PC to overheat.
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4 mos ago
Weather (mainly the sun) continues to be a pain. Post rate remains sluggish. Gotta keep hydrated and try to get replies out in the more manageable temperatures of the night.
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I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.

I am a married man in my early twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
  • I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
  • I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and over here. I even have a stream of it on most Saturdays! twitch.tv/hekazu
  • I sleep like a vampire, so my hours of activity might not be exactly what is expected from CEST (GMT +3). If I could fathom a guess, I'd say I'm most active between 22-4 local time.
  • I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
  • Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
I do think that should about cover it, yes.

Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!

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Unsurprisingly the girl was someone you could just comfortably chew the fat with. It was one of the parts of being an info broker, being able to keep your clients and that meant making a positive impression on them. His remark was met with a laugh that he would like to chalk as genuine, but if money would have been at stake he would have gone for it being there for the sake of politeness thanks to the point he'd just gone over. Apparently she was used to stuff like that. "Well I should consider celebrating my birthdays then. If only I had the faintest idea when they are. If interesting stuff like this takes place often, I* wouldn't want to miss it all", he quipped, rubbing the underside of his nose with his knuckles.

Oddly enough, what followed was an explanation for why she acted like she was begging for a hail of bullets on herself. Apparently it was a trade secret or something like that, having to take the chances when possible. Croaks pushed air through his nose and gave a laugh at the whole shebang, catching the eyes of his accomplice for a brief second. "Yeah, but being a guest and taking your advantages don't include shaving off a whole grand total of nothing just for the opportunity to get shot if any gangster happens to have an itchy trigger finger. Look, if you are an info broker you can't be as innocent as you look. No matter what you look like. You ain't the first we run business with, and you wouldn't be the first that sold our info if you did. But that doesn't mean you can just rush into a bar full of armed people on who the fuck knows what drugs and pray their boss bails your ass out. It ain't gonna work out some time and you'll be sorry." He felt like a big brother or something saying all that. Not necessarily a good thing, considering she wasn't all that bad looking a chick. He sighed, letting the matter lay aside for now.

When it had finally turned out the guy they had caught wasn't braindead after all, Croaks had felt hope rise in his chest. Yet as soon as the biker had opened his lousy mouth, it had all collapsed onto an even lower level than before. Count the missteps: Thinking they have something to bargain with. Giving incomplete information. Being goddamn annoying to trying to make any sense out of. And as soon as that was pointed out, go on a fucking bender about who the fuck even knows at this point. And he physically inconvenienced his captors. But before he had put the gun singing, Nina had put her leg swinging. Double crack, kneecaps gone. Nice.

Though he approved of the return gesture, Croaks shook his head as he rose to his feet, speaking in a low volume possibly audible over the screams of bloody murder and agony coming from the near useless captive. "Hey, all you would have had to do was ask", he pointed out as he levelled his gun towards the broken knees and put a bullet through each for good measure, the shots of the weapon ringing way too loudly in the enclosed space. Though it was nothing Croaks wouldn't be used to by now. He didn't need to hear to get the next part out of his mouth, slamming the bottom of his foot on the hurting man's chest just to drive a point home and levelling his gun to point on the right side of the man's chest. His right, to be precise.

"ALL RIGHT FUCKO IN CASE I WASN'T CLEAR THIS STILL ISN'T YOUR GODDAMN WATER CLOSET!" he opened up with a strong statement and took his finger out from the trigger guard for just a second to remind the man that the other man with a gun, working legs and twice the muscle[citation needed] had all this and wasn't afraid to put them into use. "SO UNLESS YOU ARE GOING TO START SINGING RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING NOW, LOUD AND CLEAR, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE SITTING IN THAT CHAIR FOR A MINUTE LONGER!"

The man wasn't still containing his screaming, so Croaks flicked his gun upwards and took a shot at the reinforced wall next to the man's head. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear what it was that you said. You about to talk or scream a bit more, huh!?" he required, now finally getting through to the snivelling oaf.

"Fortress! That's what she works for, Scarlett!" the man yelled over the ringing in their own ears, but what was that if not just names. And as far as names came in Night City, you might as well have given a password without a username associated with it.

Croaks wasn't fooled. This was worth fucking nothing, and he wasn't afraid to let the man know it. "That ain't worth shit and you know it! You aren't just not housebroken, but also take us for drooling imbeciles, huh!?" he yelled out, giving the man exactly one second to defend himself. Thankfully he actually made some use out of it.

"She's a sneaky bastard, and good at fighting okay? Dog like to her boss too, not allowed to drive anything, you get?" Well, it was something Croaks had to admit. But that wouldn't lead them anywhere. The 'was that all' look he gave the man apparently more fuel, and he soon continued: "I- I know where you can find her! I'll show you! Just…" he tried before ending up cut off by Croaks.

"No need lad. You ain't going far with those legs aaaaany time soon. Where are we going?" the bigger gangster asked. Two seconds passed. The gun in Croaks's hands cracked again, a bullet splatting clean through the captive's lung, causing another screaming fit. "Well this guy doesn't know shit… cover yo ears", Croaks lamented, taking aim again. One through the stomach. Two on the other side of his ribcage. And one through the cranium. "Wouldn't wanna be the guy to clean that up", he commented at the resulting mess, unable to hear himself over his ringing ears. But soon they began settling again. Good thing with these police force guns, partial suppression came built in. No idea why, but it was awfully convenient.

He sighed, snapping the safety back on and taking a look at Nina. "We got a bit carried away there huh? Want a drink now? Ain't got much leads to follow with this shitpickle knowing fucking nothing", he complained, turning for the door behind them and looking outside for a second. A couple gang members were already on their way with cleaning supplies, not looking all too happy about it.

@13org
Ah man we all have real crap iniatives. Does this mean our surprise round is effectively over since the enemy is at the top of the iniative order?


It means you will not have advantage against them since they are aware of you, but they have been denied their chance to act. You get your free round on them, just without anything special apart from that. Parum still has a chance to move before them, technically speaking. But that depends on the die.
There, I believe that the 0th posts of the IC and OOC tabs are now up to date when it comes to relevant plot information. If there's anything incorrect or missing, do not hesitate to poke me! I'll fix them ASAP. My IC post is in the works, but I'll finish it tomorrow as well as put a bit of quality assurance work in.

@SleepingSilence@Sadko@Terminal@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Jollan@13org@Lady Selune
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Right, this has taken me much too long. Responsibilities for student organisation annual ball struck harder than anticipated, and I chose to prioritise them as you might understand. I'll be looking to get my own post as well as the recaps up ASAP. I apologise for my failure in getting to this earlier.
The brief conversation regarding the plan of action was ended with an analysis. If it was necessary to cast the other spell, they would. But the cliff was much too high to traverse down with rope if they did not want to risk splitting their forces. Not to mention the old druid who did not exactly look the part of one that climbed ropes deftly and reliably. The spell used to ensure a safe fall was the way to go, and with the length of the drop they might even allow themselves a moment of falling before casting it, making the assault ever faster. And as far as the life in the camp looked, nobody was paying any particular mind to the cliff they were on. It was all shaping up to be a terrifically good plan, if expensive in spells.

The adventurers lined up for a dash and a jump, and were soon soaring through the air. They had their landing points on both sides of the mouth of the cave, but not before it itself, allowing them to be ready to act immediately when they were to come to view. Catching the guard off guard was the biggest benefit of their approach, and they were not about to let it go to waste. There was barely a clink in their equipment as they touched down to the ground with the exception of the mightier clang from Brannor, but by then they were already at the ready to move.

The sight the first attackers saw before them was exactly as they had hoped. The guards began scrambling for their weapons, but it would still be a while before they would actually draw them and be ready to put up a true fight. They had the upper hand here. And they would take it.


@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
Would we get a surprise round against the enemy at least?


TBD. It seems likely with this approach, that much I can say.
If no other suggestions are raised by the silent majority (who I would like to involve as well, even if only to say "yeah that works for me"), I will be moving us forward with the Feather Fall approach to the matter. This will likely lead us to combat with your plan being to launch an immediate assault, so feel free to provide me with initiative rolls to streamline matters.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
Feather Fall
1st level transmutation. (Sorcerer, Wizard, Bard)

Casting Time
1 reaction, which you take when you or a creature within 60 feet of you falls.

Range
60 feet

Components
V, M (a small feather or a piece of down)

Duration
1 minute

Description
Choose up to five falling creatures within range. A falling creature's rate of descent slows to 60 feet per round until the spell ends. If the creature lands before the spell ends, it takes no falling damage and can land on its feet, and the spell ends for that creature.


We seem to have an exact fit @The Harbinger of Ferocity.
Is there anything from preventing the group from merely approaching the entrance to the area, then hugging the wall to prevent line of sight? Seems more reasonable and less needlessly risky.


Nothing is stopping said plan, though I was just about to go on with the plan the coin had landed on. But perhaps it is for the best I allow you the time to consider this option as well.
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