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  • Old Guild Username: Hekazu
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    1. Hekazu 10 yrs ago

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5 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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5 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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5 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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5 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
5 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!

Bio

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...
  • 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!
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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Theodore allowed himself a slight smirk as the smaller shadows dissipated after being struck by the brilliant flash. But it was far too early to celebrate now, that it was. The appearance as a new ally had served as his mark, and now he chose to trust in their ability to handle the axe wielding shadow. The apparent mage posed an immediate threat to him and his group, there would be time for introductions later. He cranked the reloading mechanism of his crossbow and prepared to set down a bolt as he judged the nature of the new kind of foe.

Granted there was nothing too surprising, he raised his now loaded weapon into position and pulled the trigger. The shot was iffy, as if something was interfering with it, but it would most likely connect. The reaction of the shadow revealed nothing, but that was only to be expected. All that remained right now was to continue shooting until he ran out of either the bolts or hostile targets.


@The Harbinger of Ferocity - I believe you are next?
With 80 feet of dash, how far away are all the baddies? @Hekazu Post will be up on the morrow.

Let's see, they've been dashing for two turns now, that's 120ft. Add the 10ft. head start they got and that's 130, so with your 80ft. dash you'd get to a 50ft. distance of them.
@Hekazu, is the last man still within longbow range as he is fleeing? That is all that determines if there is a shot, if at all.

With the Longbow effective range being a whole 150 and the absolute range being a whopping 600, there is no doubt about them being in range. If my maths check out, they ran 60 feet away, were chased for 30 feet and now again took off in a 60 feet spurt, leaving them at a 90 feet distance without further movement. That would mean they are in the effective range.
I'm kinda waiting for my conversational partners so... yeah, would love to, but no can do
If we were waiting, that'd be for Peik I think. And I don't know if Balen is important for our discussion, so I think you'd be free to reply @Kassarock.
Let's see what those shooting after the running man would like to do before we go further with the discussion, shall we?

@Norschtalen@The Harbinger of Ferocity, you two would be next. In the given order though, if it matters.
The cultist was forcefully shoved down to the ground and a blade was brought to his throat. The fear in his eyes was very real, but about at the moment Orchid went on to telling him to pray to his dragon god, he opened his mouth again: "Oi, piss off with the Tiamat bullshit, will ya? I ain't nuthin' more than a hired blade as are those guys you are shootin'. We are here 'cause we quit! The rest are prolly back at the base camp, with the excepshion of the rear guard they've set ev'ry time I've been with 'em. Now can ye take that blasted sword off me neck, I ain't interested in brawlin' with ya or helpin' them guys any longa, goddit? I'm just a merc..."

Well, that was something to consider for sure. If one was to believe this man, the army was hardly built out of only devout believers, but also a fair share of hired help. It would make sense, with them collecting loot they could easily pay for more blades, which would bring in more loot. But then again, they'd have to be paid. And that wouldn't be added to the hoard they were amassing. To believe or not to believe? Nonetheless, the remaining person was still booking it as fast as they could, further and further away from their old companions and gear.

Next up, @Ryonara
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Norschtalen@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher
@Lucius Cypher
I do too, but since those only give a single notification no matter how many posts appear, when posts appear in a quick succession I may miss 'em. It's entirely on me, I am aware, but I would like to request some help with that if at all possible.
Wait nevermind goddammit, I missed a post here. I'm a fool.

Do try to remember to mention me when you post so I don't embarrass myself like this, no?
Koan's hasty display of tomfoolery was nothing new to Dyn'yer'zhead, who chose to tolerate the eccentric woman's unnecessary flourish in her actions. At least, for once, she was focusing on something important and not doing her best to kill a crewmate with a completely, royally and utterly wrong approach to the subject. She didn't seem to maintain interest much longer though, as she fooled around with the blood coming out of the new acquaintance of theirs. He briefly considered hurling a Firebolt at it to make it stop, but before he could get to a solution of any kind the clown was already on her way to "heal" the kobold. If things went as per usual, the scaly thing would be dead come morning.

The night was mostly uneventful, though Dyn made it clear he was not happy with the nonstandard sleeping accommodations for himself. His shape was unusual and he had found that a pile of pillows was the best for him, yet here where obviously many travellers from other realms visited they had neglected to drain the rooms of water and forced their visitors to sleep on these damnable contraptions of whatever they were supposed to be. Much to his annoyance, he had to request some hel assistance from his roommates... he needed something for his tentacles to wrap around since they would do that in his sleep, and the bed had way too many sharp edges for him to consider that. And he himself did not have any equipment that could serve as that something. In the end the two fine ladies loaned him their backpacks, so he could sleep soundly and without fear of hurting himself.

Come morning, they were already well on their way to the Verdant stream when Jill whispered a message of utmost importance to him: She was feeling like someone was watching them, or the decision they had made had been the wrong one. "Hrrrrrgggg... Not the latter, I'm sure. You would have felt that yesterday", the Beholder replied as he began ever so not-subtly twisting around in sharp turns, trying to spot whatever it could be that was causing this anomaly. Nothing. "So it has to be scrying then", he murmured and began a ritual to see magic. Whatever it was, it would cease bothering them if it didn't want to taste his blade. He spun his weapon around in elaborate patterns, signalling the obvious spellcasting to anyone versed in the art, especially those well versed in bladesong.

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