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7 yrs ago
And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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7 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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7 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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7 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
7 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
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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 individual in my 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 English 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...
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!
I am a married individual in my 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 English 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 in the past also over here.
- 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!
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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Well I headed to the army in January, returned in February due to a majestic short-lived flight through the air that resulted in a broken elbow, and then I've just sat home pretty bored and playing DotA 2. Nothing all that special really.
As Freya had walked into the room, Harol closed the door behind them. The lock stayed silent, apparently leaving itself open. After taking a quick look around the room and seeing nothing suspicious, he took a few steps closer to Freya and whispered: "You know, I'm not exactly the more paranoid one of us two, but I'm not certain if Cyrus is entirely trustworthy... he is not one of the house originally and he is in charge of the mercenaries. Nothing confirms his stance... I have no doubts against anyone else, and I'm unsure if this feeling should really be considered important, could be just random paranoia... but I'll keep an eye out." Now Harol had shared his worries. As he had said, he was unsure if there was any base to these thoughts, but he had never really met Cyrus before. Maybe Freya's paranoia was rubbing onto him? Who would know?
Harol then proceeded to gather his belongings from within his robe and resumed speaking in normal voice: "In a house full of Oracles we should be safe. Now if you do not mind me, I'll have to pile up some less necessary things here." From what he now said, nobody could (at least easily) tell that he had any doubts towards the people belonging to the house. "I also would like to see the book concerning birthrites in the library again. It looked rather interesting... but then again, you might not be as interested in literature, at least of that sort. And you have fulfilled your end of our bargain too. I guess that after you get your room we won't be seeing each other that much anymore... Well, I'll have to say it was nice knowing you", Harol continued speaking while placing scrolls onto a neat pile next to the bed big enough for two to sleep in. He was not used to beds that spacious, but he wouldn't complain.
Then the scroll containing the incantation of Scree'Auk surfaced again. He couldn't simply leave this here, it was too valuable... He placed it next to the pile and dug out his Grimoire. Without saying a word, he opened the scroll from it's roll and placed it between the pages of the book. There it would sit tight, without a risk of getting lost or damaged. He then returned the Grimoire to the special pocket within his robe. A warlock never left their Grimoire behind. "Much better", Harol rejoiced as he had placed his staff and lantern next to the pile of random stuff (that was next to the pile of scrolls). "I am guessing you did not have any excess equipment on person, but if you do, feel free to leave them here for a moment while they get your room prepared." Harol smiled to Freya. He himself was not exactly sure where the smile did originate from, but he could tell that when he said earlier it had been nice knowing Freya... he had not lied.
Harol then proceeded to gather his belongings from within his robe and resumed speaking in normal voice: "In a house full of Oracles we should be safe. Now if you do not mind me, I'll have to pile up some less necessary things here." From what he now said, nobody could (at least easily) tell that he had any doubts towards the people belonging to the house. "I also would like to see the book concerning birthrites in the library again. It looked rather interesting... but then again, you might not be as interested in literature, at least of that sort. And you have fulfilled your end of our bargain too. I guess that after you get your room we won't be seeing each other that much anymore... Well, I'll have to say it was nice knowing you", Harol continued speaking while placing scrolls onto a neat pile next to the bed big enough for two to sleep in. He was not used to beds that spacious, but he wouldn't complain.
Then the scroll containing the incantation of Scree'Auk surfaced again. He couldn't simply leave this here, it was too valuable... He placed it next to the pile and dug out his Grimoire. Without saying a word, he opened the scroll from it's roll and placed it between the pages of the book. There it would sit tight, without a risk of getting lost or damaged. He then returned the Grimoire to the special pocket within his robe. A warlock never left their Grimoire behind. "Much better", Harol rejoiced as he had placed his staff and lantern next to the pile of random stuff (that was next to the pile of scrolls). "I am guessing you did not have any excess equipment on person, but if you do, feel free to leave them here for a moment while they get your room prepared." Harol smiled to Freya. He himself was not exactly sure where the smile did originate from, but he could tell that when he said earlier it had been nice knowing Freya... he had not lied.
Well well... What a coincidence I happen to run into this RP once again. I remember being a part of it in the oldguild. Seems like I am a wee bit late to the party this time though, does it not? Oh well...
As both Harol and Freya shook their heads at first, Cyrus was about to open his mouth, but Harol managed to speak a split second earlier "Wait... uhh, excuse me, this slipped off my mind but... where are we going to sleep? And if I at all may ask, when would be a time we could have something to eat? And I would like to see my room, too, I have quite a bit of excess weight in my robes." Cyrus was at first surprised when Harol spoke but then laughed a little as Harol inquired about dropping off some of his belongings. "Of course, of course. I had taken the privilege to have servants ready a room for you as soon as we heard of the attack on your house, but unfortunately I heard about your companion too late. We should have a room ready for her by the time sun goes down though, so worry not!"
Cyrus opened the door behind him and stepped into the hallway. "Seeing you were in such a hurry, I will see to it personally that you can lighten your load as soon as possible. Right this way!" Harol followed Cyrus as he led them into the hallway. A servant raised an eyebrow as they came out of the library keeping such noise, but she quickly made her way in the opposite direction upon seeing Cyrus come out from the library as the last of the three. The little group made their way through a few hallways and stairs to the floor above the library. "Here it would be. Do use the bell in the room to call servants if you are going anywhere, would not like to lose track of you two just yet!" And with that, he was gone, walking on the hallway.
Harol stepped into the room without saying a word, and turned around to see if Freya would follow. He had a couple of things on his mind he would care to discuss... and he was not entirely certain he should speak up to anyone within the house about them. Not now, at the very least.
Cyrus opened the door behind him and stepped into the hallway. "Seeing you were in such a hurry, I will see to it personally that you can lighten your load as soon as possible. Right this way!" Harol followed Cyrus as he led them into the hallway. A servant raised an eyebrow as they came out of the library keeping such noise, but she quickly made her way in the opposite direction upon seeing Cyrus come out from the library as the last of the three. The little group made their way through a few hallways and stairs to the floor above the library. "Here it would be. Do use the bell in the room to call servants if you are going anywhere, would not like to lose track of you two just yet!" And with that, he was gone, walking on the hallway.
Harol stepped into the room without saying a word, and turned around to see if Freya would follow. He had a couple of things on his mind he would care to discuss... and he was not entirely certain he should speak up to anyone within the house about them. Not now, at the very least.
Pardon the (again) belated reply. The International 4 is ongoing (a massive Dota 2 eSports tournament) and me being a fan I just have to devote a chunk of time for it. Posting when I find the time for it, these final days of a regional qualifier seem to work well as they have less games going per night.
"Nevertheless", Cyrus continued, "I might just as well introduce myself. You already know that my name is Cyrus, and in fact I am not directly related to Lord Mortimer. I used to be a mercenary of theirs, but they brought me into the house through marriage for some odd reason I am not perfectly aware of. They spoke of Yurnero at the time, and what is a person going to do if they wouldn't follow their own protector? I'm not questioning their choice, I'm comfortable here. I keep an eye out for the guard and servants, kind of being the lord of the house to the people that are not actually a part of the house. Of course lord Mortimer still holds the absolute power but I am a close third on the scales of power here. Now that I've introduced myself, I would like to hear something about you two. Why don't you go first... Harol." He clearly had not decided who to ask to speak first, which was evident from the pause he kept, but he settled for Harol quickly enough to let the conversation flow normally.
"Well as you know, house Clasz and house Arkdal go way back", Harol started, "and given our long-standing friendship and the fact it was house Clasz that encouraged us to speak our minds in the first place, it was only logical that I looked for shelter here. I am still in training of my family's arts, but at the very least I can hold my own in combat as long as collateral damage is not a problem. Some days I hope I could know something simple to defend myself with but... It just won't happen I guess." Harol took a quick look at Freya at this point. He sort of knew she was not comfortable with speaking to people, so he chose to include some of her story in as well to save her the trouble. Harol hoped this would not offend her, and continued: "I can thank Freya for us getting this far though. She is much better at fighting single targets and that led to the victory at the ambush around the bridge. I would like to see her wound to be tended though. Wouldn't want it to remain as painful as it must be."
"Mm-hmm", Cyrus replied to Harol's stream of words. "I will ask the servants to get something done as soon as they have finished treating lord Mortimer's eyes." The Cyrus turned to Freya: "Is there anything else you would like to share?" and right after asking that spoke to both of them: "Or did you have questions for me perhaps?"
"Well as you know, house Clasz and house Arkdal go way back", Harol started, "and given our long-standing friendship and the fact it was house Clasz that encouraged us to speak our minds in the first place, it was only logical that I looked for shelter here. I am still in training of my family's arts, but at the very least I can hold my own in combat as long as collateral damage is not a problem. Some days I hope I could know something simple to defend myself with but... It just won't happen I guess." Harol took a quick look at Freya at this point. He sort of knew she was not comfortable with speaking to people, so he chose to include some of her story in as well to save her the trouble. Harol hoped this would not offend her, and continued: "I can thank Freya for us getting this far though. She is much better at fighting single targets and that led to the victory at the ambush around the bridge. I would like to see her wound to be tended though. Wouldn't want it to remain as painful as it must be."
"Mm-hmm", Cyrus replied to Harol's stream of words. "I will ask the servants to get something done as soon as they have finished treating lord Mortimer's eyes." The Cyrus turned to Freya: "Is there anything else you would like to share?" and right after asking that spoke to both of them: "Or did you have questions for me perhaps?"
Harol simply nodded and made an incomprehensible little mumble as a sign to hearing Freya's response to him, but did not spend the time to form a full spoken response. He was too busy admiring the collection of books around, even if the fact he would do nothing with them was a given. He couldn't really recall any of the writer's names, but after all this was literature of an entirely different type of magic, so it was no wonder. However, keeping his eyes focused on the shelves, Harol failed to notice a table in front of him and managed to smash his kneecap onto said table's corner.
"Ow!" escaped Harol's mouth before he swallowed the rest of the words that were about to join the fray, and better that he did so too, for they were not exactly very pleasant words to hear. On the table was a single book, and one that someone had been reading recently, at least judging by the fact how hastily placed the bookmark appeared. Harol read the name of the book on the cover out loud: "Chaos Inoculation: A collection of birthrites utilized by magically talented families, by Calder Paw. I've never heard of this book before... or of the subject it seems to concern..." Harol reached for the bookmark. He could take a quick look and return the bookmark where it was. He would not need to disturb the original reader's markings to have a look... Opening the surprisingly lightweight book for one about magic (but by no means a small one on general scale!), Harol was greeted by the header Eldritchian battery, a.k.a. Surgeflow ritual. That was as far as he got before the door to the library opened and drew his attention away from the book.
At first, Harol was shocked. The armour of the man that had entered was of similar design to Noddy's, but it didn't take long for Harol to tell that this man was not Noddy, for pretty much everything else about the two did not match. Noddy had been somewhat small and rogue-ish individual, while this guy was almost half-a-man bigger than him, not to mention their completely different hair colour - this one was a redhead. "I trust you two are Harol and Freya. My name is Cyrus. I was supposed to meet you with Mortimer, but I am guessing his eyes acted up. He warned me that might happen..." his voice was deep, but not overly so, and just by his voice this person sounded friendly, although not a person you would most likely be cracking jokes with. Harol slowly closed the book and left the bookmark where it had been. He might have the time to finish reading later.
"Ow!" escaped Harol's mouth before he swallowed the rest of the words that were about to join the fray, and better that he did so too, for they were not exactly very pleasant words to hear. On the table was a single book, and one that someone had been reading recently, at least judging by the fact how hastily placed the bookmark appeared. Harol read the name of the book on the cover out loud: "Chaos Inoculation: A collection of birthrites utilized by magically talented families, by Calder Paw. I've never heard of this book before... or of the subject it seems to concern..." Harol reached for the bookmark. He could take a quick look and return the bookmark where it was. He would not need to disturb the original reader's markings to have a look... Opening the surprisingly lightweight book for one about magic (but by no means a small one on general scale!), Harol was greeted by the header Eldritchian battery, a.k.a. Surgeflow ritual. That was as far as he got before the door to the library opened and drew his attention away from the book.
At first, Harol was shocked. The armour of the man that had entered was of similar design to Noddy's, but it didn't take long for Harol to tell that this man was not Noddy, for pretty much everything else about the two did not match. Noddy had been somewhat small and rogue-ish individual, while this guy was almost half-a-man bigger than him, not to mention their completely different hair colour - this one was a redhead. "I trust you two are Harol and Freya. My name is Cyrus. I was supposed to meet you with Mortimer, but I am guessing his eyes acted up. He warned me that might happen..." his voice was deep, but not overly so, and just by his voice this person sounded friendly, although not a person you would most likely be cracking jokes with. Harol slowly closed the book and left the bookmark where it had been. He might have the time to finish reading later.
I would say I am interested.
Okay, so, now I am back home but I am a little bit sick. A post will be up as soon as I this little fever has gone down.
As of now, away from home. Posting on mobile devices is troublesome, but I'll see if I can borrow a laptop or something... or maybe I will just go through the writing on mobile. Who knows. Had to be the day I leave I finally finish Cyrus as a character too, hadn't it?
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