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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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If you want to describe the spell unfolding in your post, I'll describe it here. However, if you choose to avoid doing that, I recommend not to read it. Freya's reaction might be more genuine then, but I dunno.
Harol stared at the dagger he had been given, waved it in the air a couple times and swallowed. He was not really that fond of the idea of close quarters combat, but he couldn't help it, one had to be ready for an ambush if in a situation like this. Harol knocked back on the door and said "Yes?" in an audible voice, so the person outside could tell their business. "Oh it is just me, Noddy, and a couple freaking... AUGH" "Well this guy did not know what was good for him." "Certainly not." The first voice had indeed belonged to Noddy, but the two voices that had followed... he could not tell who those guys were.
"I do believe we have unpleasant individuals behind that door of ours, even if it is evident by now", Harol whispered back to Freya. This is problematic, Harol thought to himself. Those people were likely armed much better than them, Harol could not use his weaponry, his spells would likely cause the whole village to sublime or something of similar effect. What should they do? What could they do? Harol bit his lip. This was a bad spot to be in. The people outside did not speak any longer, but they knocked on the door again, and attempted to open it. However, the thick metal hook held the door firmly shut. It sounded like one of them banged their shoulder against the door even, but it would not give in.
"We are mostly underground..." Harol muttered and took a quick look at the window. It was not nearly big enough to fit his lantern through it, and it was not even sure if a human could get through. Just... he had one thing he could perform here... "Freya, if you can, keep the door shut for as long as you can. This spell might cause unnecessary collateral damage, but it is our only shot at survival!" Harol took a few running steps and grabbed his lantern. Lucky for him, he had went through this spell last evening... "Move out of the way as soon as I stop chanting and swing my lantern, for that is when things go boom", Harol instructed Freya and started to summon the wrath of Rooftrellen's graceful incantation of earthen fury.
"I do believe we have unpleasant individuals behind that door of ours, even if it is evident by now", Harol whispered back to Freya. This is problematic, Harol thought to himself. Those people were likely armed much better than them, Harol could not use his weaponry, his spells would likely cause the whole village to sublime or something of similar effect. What should they do? What could they do? Harol bit his lip. This was a bad spot to be in. The people outside did not speak any longer, but they knocked on the door again, and attempted to open it. However, the thick metal hook held the door firmly shut. It sounded like one of them banged their shoulder against the door even, but it would not give in.
"We are mostly underground..." Harol muttered and took a quick look at the window. It was not nearly big enough to fit his lantern through it, and it was not even sure if a human could get through. Just... he had one thing he could perform here... "Freya, if you can, keep the door shut for as long as you can. This spell might cause unnecessary collateral damage, but it is our only shot at survival!" Harol took a few running steps and grabbed his lantern. Lucky for him, he had went through this spell last evening... "Move out of the way as soon as I stop chanting and swing my lantern, for that is when things go boom", Harol instructed Freya and started to summon the wrath of Rooftrellen's graceful incantation of earthen fury.
I'm not quite sure what should actually be on the other side. Last time I created a potential ambush it was exactly that, and I don't know if it should be the same this time or if it is just Noddy there. Do you have an opinion on the matter?
It was good to know that they could approach the house without worrying about misunderstandings. "Good night to you too", Harol responded to Freya and then put out the candle. Then he started to get out of his robe. It was easier to get on oneself than take it off for whatever reason, or at least Harol's personal experience said so. But in the end, he managed to get out of it, and was now standing in his much less expensive looking shirt and pants, the colours of which could not be seen in this light... not that anyone was supposedly looking anyway. The robe was then neatly folded onto the pile of other belongings and then Harol went to bed.
The sleep did not come easily. The fight they had had during the day came back to haunt him, how he had killed multiple people just swinging the massive deathball all around... and how he had very physically assisted in the killing of that one person who then got a dagger into his heart to ensure he was truly gone. They had all been human beings with people who cared for them... well most likely anyway... but then again, said people had also taken Harol's family away from him. Now they had been people who for sure had caring families, people that had not wronged a person without good reason, people who simply did not want to be puppets and tools of war. And this was the king's response, to slay them all. Harol felt easier in his heart, what he had done was at least somewhat more justified... and then, his mind drifted to the awaited sleep.
Harol was awakened by the sun shining to his eyelids. He did not know how long he had slept exactly, but he rose up slowly and still a bit sleepy, rubbing his eyes. The first thing he instinctively did was find his robe and pull it over his head, letting the fabric settle around him with his arms reaching upward, helping the piece of clothing move into the right direction as it's own weight pulled it downwards. He remembered little of his dreams of this night, but he did remember they had had something to do with the spell he had discovered from his pile of scrolls yesterday. However, this thinking was suddenly interrupted by somebody knocking on the door. Nothing of the sort had been spoken with Noddy... was this him or somebody else entirely?
The sleep did not come easily. The fight they had had during the day came back to haunt him, how he had killed multiple people just swinging the massive deathball all around... and how he had very physically assisted in the killing of that one person who then got a dagger into his heart to ensure he was truly gone. They had all been human beings with people who cared for them... well most likely anyway... but then again, said people had also taken Harol's family away from him. Now they had been people who for sure had caring families, people that had not wronged a person without good reason, people who simply did not want to be puppets and tools of war. And this was the king's response, to slay them all. Harol felt easier in his heart, what he had done was at least somewhat more justified... and then, his mind drifted to the awaited sleep.
Harol was awakened by the sun shining to his eyelids. He did not know how long he had slept exactly, but he rose up slowly and still a bit sleepy, rubbing his eyes. The first thing he instinctively did was find his robe and pull it over his head, letting the fabric settle around him with his arms reaching upward, helping the piece of clothing move into the right direction as it's own weight pulled it downwards. He remembered little of his dreams of this night, but he did remember they had had something to do with the spell he had discovered from his pile of scrolls yesterday. However, this thinking was suddenly interrupted by somebody knocking on the door. Nothing of the sort had been spoken with Noddy... was this him or somebody else entirely?
Harol listened to all Freya had to say, and simply answered "If that is what you say. We all have our past and the experiences that shape us and they are not to be changed." Yes, that was everything he would say now. That at the very least should not be able to offend her. Then he simply continued to read. Minutes passed slowly as the words flew before his eyes, Harol continuously comparing the text to his own knowledge. He was pleased to notice he had this spell well within his realm of expertise, although he still had some minor issues remembering the exact amounts of lantern fuels to be used within the chant. Carnesphere was still the one he always got right 100%, and Mystic Flare the one he got right when he wanted to, but it was a great scare when performed wrong as seen earlier. It didn't backfire ridiculously, simply fizzled away like most of minor spells he had never had the opportunity to learn.
But as soon as he opened the page following those spells, he simply shut the book. That was enough for this night. He then stood up and carried the heavy book to the pile where he had the rest of his belongings. Slowly setting it on the floor next to everything else, a scroll that had unrolled itself caught Harol's attention. What was this? He took it into his hands to roll it into an easier to carry shape again, but his eyes read what the spell was called. It simply said Scree'Auk. He had heard of this, the spell was a 'rulebreaker' of sorts, something that could only be performed by a single warlock, yet it required so much power it would usually be performed by two. It could be performed by one, but in the end it would stress the warlock in extreme amounts. He quickly rolled it up as he had planned and placed it somewhere within the pile. He would not study that one.
Harol stood up again and yawned. It was late enough to actually start sleeping. However, he noticed that he might want to share some information about the house before that, and thus opened his mouth: "Freya, I still have something to tell about house Clasz, just something so you know what to expect. The people there are mostly oracles as I might have told you earlier. However, they still have some warriors in there, so we will most likely get greeted by some of them. No need to be startled by that, you can let me tell them our business and they'll likely accompany us the rest of the way for our safety. They will likely know to expect us. Now, was there something more you wanted to know or may I just put out this candle, set this robe of mine aside and go to sleep?"
But as soon as he opened the page following those spells, he simply shut the book. That was enough for this night. He then stood up and carried the heavy book to the pile where he had the rest of his belongings. Slowly setting it on the floor next to everything else, a scroll that had unrolled itself caught Harol's attention. What was this? He took it into his hands to roll it into an easier to carry shape again, but his eyes read what the spell was called. It simply said Scree'Auk. He had heard of this, the spell was a 'rulebreaker' of sorts, something that could only be performed by a single warlock, yet it required so much power it would usually be performed by two. It could be performed by one, but in the end it would stress the warlock in extreme amounts. He quickly rolled it up as he had planned and placed it somewhere within the pile. He would not study that one.
Harol stood up again and yawned. It was late enough to actually start sleeping. However, he noticed that he might want to share some information about the house before that, and thus opened his mouth: "Freya, I still have something to tell about house Clasz, just something so you know what to expect. The people there are mostly oracles as I might have told you earlier. However, they still have some warriors in there, so we will most likely get greeted by some of them. No need to be startled by that, you can let me tell them our business and they'll likely accompany us the rest of the way for our safety. They will likely know to expect us. Now, was there something more you wanted to know or may I just put out this candle, set this robe of mine aside and go to sleep?"
Harol listened to Freya's anger in silence. Only after she was done with all the ranting she apparently had to let out, Harol moved the grimoire out of the way, and leaned his head against his other hand, simply staring at Freya with his other tattoo surrounded eye. Then he bit his teeth together, breathed in and started to speak in as calm a voice as possible (which still easily gave away his frustration with the situation): "Freya. When I say sanctuary, I do indeed mean a sanctuary. All you think of a sanctuary and more. And you are right on hiding the face part, I've not done that nearly as much as you. But for Ishul'Shog's sake I am not an oracle! I cannot bloody well tell your own preferences beforehand! I have barely known you for a day, if that! You cannot expect me to exactly know how comfortable you are moving around without them hood and veil of yours. If you could, I would understand this outburst of yours but no, I'm just lost here." Now Harol lifted his head up and straightened his back. "By the golem..."
Then he returned to his book for a mere moment to calm his thoughts. It only took him two sentences of reading before he spoke again: "I hate arguing, I really do. So unless you have some point you utterly must bring up about this argument, could we just stop it here for now? We might be able to go through it better and more constructively after a night's sleep." Harol then simply proceeded to read. He had done everything in his disposal, and he was still frustrated by the fact Freya seemed to manage to find something to be offended about in anything he said out loud. Thus Harol decided to simply shut up for now unless there was something that was really needed to be said.
Oh how it had all been simpler back at his own house before it went down. Never was there need for arguing, for people saw the things in the same way. It was in their upbringing. But of course arguing had to be taught to the warlocks for the simple reason not everyone saw eye to eye with them. This was, what, the second time he had ever had to utilize his skills outside of his lessons, and he could see he was not doing all that well. However, hopefully this was the end of that argument. Hopefully.
Then he returned to his book for a mere moment to calm his thoughts. It only took him two sentences of reading before he spoke again: "I hate arguing, I really do. So unless you have some point you utterly must bring up about this argument, could we just stop it here for now? We might be able to go through it better and more constructively after a night's sleep." Harol then simply proceeded to read. He had done everything in his disposal, and he was still frustrated by the fact Freya seemed to manage to find something to be offended about in anything he said out loud. Thus Harol decided to simply shut up for now unless there was something that was really needed to be said.
Oh how it had all been simpler back at his own house before it went down. Never was there need for arguing, for people saw the things in the same way. It was in their upbringing. But of course arguing had to be taught to the warlocks for the simple reason not everyone saw eye to eye with them. This was, what, the second time he had ever had to utilize his skills outside of his lessons, and he could see he was not doing all that well. However, hopefully this was the end of that argument. Hopefully.
As he was going through the necessary preparations for the spell, Harol could not help but hear the offended tone in Freya's voice. Well, she had taken it the worst way possible, after all it had not been his intention... it had been about her life as a rogue why she would hide her face, not because of the scar. But alas, she had misunderstood it just as he had feared. It couldn't be helped now, trying to explain would likely only make her angrier. As Freya polished up her daggers, Harol read on. The text was familiar to him, and it really did not require all that much to concentration. However, the information flowed on page after page, and Harol had barely made it to the next one (that being Rooftrellen's graceful incantation of earthen fury) once the sun had already almost fallen under the horizon. Harol stopped his stuides for a moment to light the candle he had observed earlier.
All out of a sudden, Harol found himself speaking: "I see I've offended you." As soon as the words had left his mouth Harol shook his head quickly and surprisingly undetectably. Why had he done that? Well, now that he had started, he shouldn't really leave it there. "When I spoke about the hoods, I simply meant the fact you are a wanted person like I, and as your way of surviving is not to trust anyone, I just thought you might not want to expose your face to all of house Clasz, but I guess you misunderstood me somehow. Well, cannot help it, such things happen." There, he just had to go and explain it, just what he had wanted to avoid earlier. Now she would undoubtedly be mad at him even more. Harol closed his eyes for a mere moment and took a deep breathe. 'Brace yourself', he thought to himself.
He returned to his original spot with the grimoire and reopened it on the Rooftrellen's incantation, lifting his right forefinger on the first words on the page. She knew she could interrupt him, so if she chose to spoke, he would listen. To shout, he would listen. To stay quiet, he would cope with it. Whatever was coming his way, Harol was prepared... well with the exception of something physical, but as he noticed this possibility, he now was ready for it as well. If you go and stoke the flames of anger in your attempt to suppress them... well, you better be prepared.
All out of a sudden, Harol found himself speaking: "I see I've offended you." As soon as the words had left his mouth Harol shook his head quickly and surprisingly undetectably. Why had he done that? Well, now that he had started, he shouldn't really leave it there. "When I spoke about the hoods, I simply meant the fact you are a wanted person like I, and as your way of surviving is not to trust anyone, I just thought you might not want to expose your face to all of house Clasz, but I guess you misunderstood me somehow. Well, cannot help it, such things happen." There, he just had to go and explain it, just what he had wanted to avoid earlier. Now she would undoubtedly be mad at him even more. Harol closed his eyes for a mere moment and took a deep breathe. 'Brace yourself', he thought to himself.
He returned to his original spot with the grimoire and reopened it on the Rooftrellen's incantation, lifting his right forefinger on the first words on the page. She knew she could interrupt him, so if she chose to spoke, he would listen. To shout, he would listen. To stay quiet, he would cope with it. Whatever was coming his way, Harol was prepared... well with the exception of something physical, but as he noticed this possibility, he now was ready for it as well. If you go and stoke the flames of anger in your attempt to suppress them... well, you better be prepared.
Harol nodded once Freya had answered to the question. It was a flesh wound, but it didn't stop it from looking pretty nasty. Then she took off her veil. Harol found himself slightly surprised by it as she had had it on since the moment they had met, but after all why would she be keeping it on now that they were about to go to sleep? As his concentration returned more to what he was physically doing, Harol noticed his eyes were scanning the area of Freya's face he had not seen before. She had quite the charming hair and pretty eyes, but what really drew Harol's attention to itself was the scar. It was... rather large and judging by its location it must've been painfully close to hitting something important. However, Harol was afraid mentioning it would offend Freya, so he let it be.
However, his mind did not. As she had said when asked about the arm, she had indeed gone through worse. How could she have gotten that and how had she survived after it... well, these were questions to be asked much later if ever. After all, it is not very polite to go pointing out such things the first opportunity. This thinking was interrupted by Freya speaking again, mentioning how she really did not need to keep the clothing she had thrown into a corner on her person right now, and suggested Harol to lower his hood as well. "I still had it on?" Harol asked with a surprised voice and reached on his head with his right hand, finding the hood where he had left it. "Well would you look at that. I've got an excellent memory, do I not?" As he lowered said piece of cloth back to its place, he continued speaking: "But you are right, there is no need to hide our faces in here. We should be able to reach house Clasz tomorrow if nothing unexpected takes place. There at least I can lower my hood for a longer moment." And after having said that, Harol realized that he had accidentally managed to mention the scar anyway. Well, not straight up but close enough. Best try to avoid that matter for now.
Harol dragged his grimoire towards him, and placed it on his lap. For now, his robe would cushion his legs against the weight of the book, but he would have to take it off before actually going to sleep. They were comfy to wear, but they could fold pretty unpleasantly if one tried to sleep in them. Harol swallowed and opened the grimoire again on the page he had managed to mark before rising up to close the door. Now briefly glancing up from the pages before diving into his studies, he laughed shortly and rather silently and then said: "Isn't it funny how we are running for our lives here and I still bother with my studies? Oh, and if you notice there is something we should talk about, feel free to interrupt me. I'm just checking I still remember everything correctly." Now his eyes moved back down to the book, but he couldn't help his thoughts still flying around rather carelessly. "She is pretty good looking, I'll have to admit..." were the words that preceded the actual start of his studying within his mind. Scratching the tattooed side of his face, Harol started reviewing his understanding of Eredar's New Moon.
However, his mind did not. As she had said when asked about the arm, she had indeed gone through worse. How could she have gotten that and how had she survived after it... well, these were questions to be asked much later if ever. After all, it is not very polite to go pointing out such things the first opportunity. This thinking was interrupted by Freya speaking again, mentioning how she really did not need to keep the clothing she had thrown into a corner on her person right now, and suggested Harol to lower his hood as well. "I still had it on?" Harol asked with a surprised voice and reached on his head with his right hand, finding the hood where he had left it. "Well would you look at that. I've got an excellent memory, do I not?" As he lowered said piece of cloth back to its place, he continued speaking: "But you are right, there is no need to hide our faces in here. We should be able to reach house Clasz tomorrow if nothing unexpected takes place. There at least I can lower my hood for a longer moment." And after having said that, Harol realized that he had accidentally managed to mention the scar anyway. Well, not straight up but close enough. Best try to avoid that matter for now.
Harol dragged his grimoire towards him, and placed it on his lap. For now, his robe would cushion his legs against the weight of the book, but he would have to take it off before actually going to sleep. They were comfy to wear, but they could fold pretty unpleasantly if one tried to sleep in them. Harol swallowed and opened the grimoire again on the page he had managed to mark before rising up to close the door. Now briefly glancing up from the pages before diving into his studies, he laughed shortly and rather silently and then said: "Isn't it funny how we are running for our lives here and I still bother with my studies? Oh, and if you notice there is something we should talk about, feel free to interrupt me. I'm just checking I still remember everything correctly." Now his eyes moved back down to the book, but he couldn't help his thoughts still flying around rather carelessly. "She is pretty good looking, I'll have to admit..." were the words that preceded the actual start of his studying within his mind. Scratching the tattooed side of his face, Harol started reviewing his understanding of Eredar's New Moon.
As the two walked out of the door, Harol sat on the one bed in the room. His staff made another very audible series of clinks as the rings slid to their new position on the decorated head of the staff. "It's been quite the day..." Harol muttered to himself as he leaned the staff against his shoulder and reached for his lantern again. At last he had the chance to lighten up this load for a moment. Once the lantern, staff and several scrolls had been arranged into a neat pile between the bed and a closet, somewhere where it would not be in the way of the bed Noddy and Freya were fetching, Harol opened his grimoire. Every wizard had to be sure they remembered their incantations correctly.
But he did not have the time to even find what he was looking for when Noddy and Freya already returned, and he needed to rise up and help in setting the bed on its place. It was then when Harol noticed the light coming in from the small window had turned orange. Evidently the sun was setting, as it should be at this hour. Noddy had noted this as well, and now spoke to the two: "So, I'll be standing guard just outside the room if you need anything. I'm used to staying awake for the night on a moment's notice, you can rely on me. But, the room is all yours for the night. Sleep well!" Towards the end of his sentence, Noddy had made his way towards the door, and now that he had finished simply moved to the other side. "Also, there is a hook on the door that you might want to close, seeing I have the only key and cannot obviously lock you in", were the last words Noddy said before carefully he carefully shut the door. Harol quickly moved to it and closed the hook as instructed.
"So now we are here. Better than sleeping in the woods for sure", Harol tried to start some sort of conversation. "How's your arm, by the way? How much pain is the wound causing?" Harol sat on the bed next to which he had placed his belongings and looked at Freya with his head slightly tilted to the left. Noticing himself that he was again giving in to the childhood habit, he straightened his neck and waited for an answer. He would still have to go through a couple spells in his grimoire before bedtime, but there was a candle in the room if the conversation would take that long... and that was very unlikely anyway.
But he did not have the time to even find what he was looking for when Noddy and Freya already returned, and he needed to rise up and help in setting the bed on its place. It was then when Harol noticed the light coming in from the small window had turned orange. Evidently the sun was setting, as it should be at this hour. Noddy had noted this as well, and now spoke to the two: "So, I'll be standing guard just outside the room if you need anything. I'm used to staying awake for the night on a moment's notice, you can rely on me. But, the room is all yours for the night. Sleep well!" Towards the end of his sentence, Noddy had made his way towards the door, and now that he had finished simply moved to the other side. "Also, there is a hook on the door that you might want to close, seeing I have the only key and cannot obviously lock you in", were the last words Noddy said before carefully he carefully shut the door. Harol quickly moved to it and closed the hook as instructed.
"So now we are here. Better than sleeping in the woods for sure", Harol tried to start some sort of conversation. "How's your arm, by the way? How much pain is the wound causing?" Harol sat on the bed next to which he had placed his belongings and looked at Freya with his head slightly tilted to the left. Noticing himself that he was again giving in to the childhood habit, he straightened his neck and waited for an answer. He would still have to go through a couple spells in his grimoire before bedtime, but there was a candle in the room if the conversation would take that long... and that was very unlikely anyway.
I would say you played Noddy just fine there. Now, let's see what I can post...
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