Any fans of Pentatonix here? Because yes, that is Mitch Grassi.
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A quick introduction of myself and a few associates of mine
For real though, I'm a Brit who dabbles in most genres of roleplay, but tends to go for fantasy and sci-fi in particular. I prefer high casual, but will use a more or less advanced writing style if I like the concept.
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Any fans of Pentatonix here? Because yes, that is Mitch Grassi.
@PrivateVentures Damn straight.
"Woah, calm down, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. We can be friends, everything will be-."
Kresh had been attempting to calm down Eek when the so-called "Chief" Kichi showed up suddenly. It admittedly had been a surprise, but Kresh wasn't the kind of goblin to let this guy steal the show so soon. However, everyone (even Kresk, though you'd never get him to say so) seemed pretty intimidated this guy, who they'd never even spoken to before.
"Come on, guys, really? Sure, that was a neat trick, but doesn't look so tough! What's the matter?"
Kresh was genuinely a little scared of the chief, like the others, but his response to fear was always going to be bravado rather than cowardice. He, personally, would prefer to stand up to something bigger and scarier than himself even if he had no reason to expect victory. It was a little reckless, he knew, but it was far better than running and showing weakness.
When the chief began answering questions, Kresh decided to turn his attention back to Eek. No matter how stubbon she might prove, he would do his best to ensure she had someone she could trust.
Kresh had been attempting to calm down Eek when the so-called "Chief" Kichi showed up suddenly. It admittedly had been a surprise, but Kresh wasn't the kind of goblin to let this guy steal the show so soon. However, everyone (even Kresk, though you'd never get him to say so) seemed pretty intimidated this guy, who they'd never even spoken to before.
"Come on, guys, really? Sure, that was a neat trick, but doesn't look so tough! What's the matter?"
Kresh was genuinely a little scared of the chief, like the others, but his response to fear was always going to be bravado rather than cowardice. He, personally, would prefer to stand up to something bigger and scarier than himself even if he had no reason to expect victory. It was a little reckless, he knew, but it was far better than running and showing weakness.
When the chief began answering questions, Kresh decided to turn his attention back to Eek. No matter how stubbon she might prove, he would do his best to ensure she had someone she could trust.
The Rakdos woman enjoyed the chaos she had made (as any Rakdos member always should). She once full streets had now been mostly emptied of civilians, only a few left running for the exits. A pack of goblins ran around, looting the abandoned stalls, many of which had valuable and treasured goods, but at least as many with things too large to be looted effectively. Even a fair-sized batallion of Azorius and Boros were now standing off against the lone attacker, someone important-looking among them rattling off something about how terrible she was, blah blah blah, let's kill someone worth the effort already.
"Come look at the law mages, with their pretty swords! Watch, as they fail to do the one thing they're supposed to be good at! Be amazed as they cluster themselves all together in one group!" And with that, the woman flung both her arms wide, releasing a Blazing Volley into the cluster of troops positioned, as she commented on, in a conveniently small space for that kind of spell. Drawing black mana from the fresh deaths, the woman then summoned a Rakdos Cackler in a frenzy, unleashing its full power, while maybe a score of Rakdos mages dropped down from rooftops behind her, forming something closer to a mob than a battle formation, but one clearly showing the relative authority of the woman who had initiated the attack.
"Come look at the law mages, with their pretty swords! Watch, as they fail to do the one thing they're supposed to be good at! Be amazed as they cluster themselves all together in one group!" And with that, the woman flung both her arms wide, releasing a Blazing Volley into the cluster of troops positioned, as she commented on, in a conveniently small space for that kind of spell. Drawing black mana from the fresh deaths, the woman then summoned a Rakdos Cackler in a frenzy, unleashing its full power, while maybe a score of Rakdos mages dropped down from rooftops behind her, forming something closer to a mob than a battle formation, but one clearly showing the relative authority of the woman who had initiated the attack.
"What?" The man could barely move, he was just about managing to lift his hand, pointing in the direction of a few bushes. He must be so incredibly tired, only being able to- Oh. That makes sense.
"You're hungry. Of course, of course you are." Not getting much of a reply, Taliaren babbled on regardless. "It makes a lot of sense, actually. You'd expect near-death experiences to be..." And so on and so on.
She quickly got to the bushes and gathered as many berries as she could hold in both hands, before hurrying back to where he lay. She got there, before realising that, due to his current state, it would be very difficult for him to eat them, especially with the threat of choking. She ended up feeding him herself, carefully giving him only one at a time. The process was slow and boring, but she hadn't come this far just to kill him herself. It took a while for her to register that fact that though she knew very little about what was going on, he likely knew even less. So she told him her side of the story while he ate, explaining how and why she got here and found him. She mentioned the healing ritual but didn't go into the details too much - most people weren't generally interested. By the time she was done, the berries were gone, and while he was by no means in a good state, he seemed a little better.
"So, you opened your eyes for a second, looked really weird, and then just fell asleep again. I was pretty tired and you weren't exactly going anywhere any time soon, so here we are."
Taliaren decided that now he'd eaten something (though admittedly not much, it would have to do, she figured), she should try to get the two of them home, or somewhere similar enough. There wasn't much that she could do about his clothes, as she wouldn't be able to kill, say, a wolf or something, even at her strength's fullest. She told him this, and apologised for it.
"But if we could get to my home, there'll probably be something there we can use, and I'll need to be back soon anyway. I think there are more berry bushes along the way, so we could get you more to eat. If I help you, can you walk?"
"You're hungry. Of course, of course you are." Not getting much of a reply, Taliaren babbled on regardless. "It makes a lot of sense, actually. You'd expect near-death experiences to be..." And so on and so on.
She quickly got to the bushes and gathered as many berries as she could hold in both hands, before hurrying back to where he lay. She got there, before realising that, due to his current state, it would be very difficult for him to eat them, especially with the threat of choking. She ended up feeding him herself, carefully giving him only one at a time. The process was slow and boring, but she hadn't come this far just to kill him herself. It took a while for her to register that fact that though she knew very little about what was going on, he likely knew even less. So she told him her side of the story while he ate, explaining how and why she got here and found him. She mentioned the healing ritual but didn't go into the details too much - most people weren't generally interested. By the time she was done, the berries were gone, and while he was by no means in a good state, he seemed a little better.
"So, you opened your eyes for a second, looked really weird, and then just fell asleep again. I was pretty tired and you weren't exactly going anywhere any time soon, so here we are."
Taliaren decided that now he'd eaten something (though admittedly not much, it would have to do, she figured), she should try to get the two of them home, or somewhere similar enough. There wasn't much that she could do about his clothes, as she wouldn't be able to kill, say, a wolf or something, even at her strength's fullest. She told him this, and apologised for it.
"But if we could get to my home, there'll probably be something there we can use, and I'll need to be back soon anyway. I think there are more berry bushes along the way, so we could get you more to eat. If I help you, can you walk?"
Ow. Apparently, sudden and inexpeciable incarnation after several days in a coma freaking hurts.
Kreshakin-Rakultak snapped his eyes open and woke up in an instant. He rolled onto his side and up to his feet in one fluid motion, fast-moving from the get-go, while saying:
"Alright! I've no idea who I am or why I'm here, but let's get this party star-"Before he was cut off by a sudden realisation. "Really? I'm one of the last up? One of the freakin' last?"
If you didn't realise already, Kreshakin-Rakultak can be quite a spontaneous person. Goblin. Whatever.
Anyway, after he got over the fact that he'd been relatively slow, coming into the world, he noticed a goblin in the corner, looking awfully worried. Being a generally nice goblin, he decided to speak to her, see if he could help her out.
"Hi, I'm Kreshakin-Rakultak. Actually, that's a bit of a mouthful. Call me Kresh. Anyway, are you alright? Couldn't help noticing you looking pretty damn unhappy."
Kreshakin-Rakultak snapped his eyes open and woke up in an instant. He rolled onto his side and up to his feet in one fluid motion, fast-moving from the get-go, while saying:
"Alright! I've no idea who I am or why I'm here, but let's get this party star-"Before he was cut off by a sudden realisation. "Really? I'm one of the last up? One of the freakin' last?"
If you didn't realise already, Kreshakin-Rakultak can be quite a spontaneous person. Goblin. Whatever.
Anyway, after he got over the fact that he'd been relatively slow, coming into the world, he noticed a goblin in the corner, looking awfully worried. Being a generally nice goblin, he decided to speak to her, see if he could help her out.
"Hi, I'm Kreshakin-Rakultak. Actually, that's a bit of a mouthful. Call me Kresh. Anyway, are you alright? Couldn't help noticing you looking pretty damn unhappy."
@1Charak2 Unfortunate, but these things happen. As Ryougu said, good luck.
@PrivateVentures Yeah, I saw that. Glad I decided to ignore it.
@Cu Chulainn As PV said, there is group of people right here that may be able to help, if you want.
@Kessir Tarkin Nice.
@PrivateVentures Yeah, I saw that. Glad I decided to ignore it.
@Cu Chulainn As PV said, there is group of people right here that may be able to help, if you want.
@Kessir Tarkin Nice.
@Ryougu
Well obviously there's me, you, PrivateVentures and Apollosarcher. As for the others...
-Cu Chulainn said he'd make a character, and mentioned a few ideas, but we haven't heard from him since.
-1Charak2 and Kenaron both just dissapeared.
-Kessir Tarkin is, as far as I can tell, still with us, but hasn't had a whole lot to post about due to the inactivity.
-Gutshot hasn't posted recently, but he wasn't my first priority when trying to resuscitate this thing due to being generally reliable in the past.
-Metamore is on a whole other level. He contacted me via PM stating his interest in the rp about a month ago. I haven't heard from him since his character was finished, and as you may have noticed, he hasn't posted even once on the thread itself.
@Cu Chulainn @1Charak2 @Kenaron @Gutshot @Metamore
Please come back...
or at least, say you're going if you're going. If someone else wants your place and you haven't been around in a while without explanation, your place is very likely to go to them.
Well obviously there's me, you, PrivateVentures and Apollosarcher. As for the others...
-Cu Chulainn said he'd make a character, and mentioned a few ideas, but we haven't heard from him since.
-1Charak2 and Kenaron both just dissapeared.
-Kessir Tarkin is, as far as I can tell, still with us, but hasn't had a whole lot to post about due to the inactivity.
-Gutshot hasn't posted recently, but he wasn't my first priority when trying to resuscitate this thing due to being generally reliable in the past.
-Metamore is on a whole other level. He contacted me via PM stating his interest in the rp about a month ago. I haven't heard from him since his character was finished, and as you may have noticed, he hasn't posted even once on the thread itself.
@Cu Chulainn @1Charak2 @Kenaron @Gutshot @Metamore
Please come back...
or at least, say you're going if you're going. If someone else wants your place and you haven't been around in a while without explanation, your place is very likely to go to them.
Taliaren was more than a little surprised to see the spell work. Barely a second longer and her hand would be burned and the man would be dead. Obviously, she had not expected to succeed: she had seen only thirteen summers and her training had only gone so far. But she had, despite her expectations and fears and she had saved this man. Except now, he was awake and the pain of he injuries she could not heal (as there were too many of them) had hit him. He was screaming, but sadly there was nothing more Taliaren could do for him: she was exhausted already from the spell and the only painkiller available was the willow bark already wrapped around his injuries (willow bark is a very useful material). Eventually the pain faded enough that he could fall to sleep, though likely not a pleasant one.
Taliaren decided to rest by the base of a tree herself as she was very tired. She made sure, though, not to fall asleep, as to be caught unawares by, say, a bear was to be caught in a truly difficult situation. Fortunately, this precaution proved unnecessary, and she spent most of her time simply watching the river, listening to the birds or something else like that. She spent a short while looking at her reflection in the river. Dark hair tied back to keep it away from tree branches and out of eyes. The aforementioned blue-grey eyes, and the thin lips and light skin. A handful of cuts from encounters with brambles and thorns (Talara was strongly against the use of magic outside of serious circumstances and would neither heal these nor let Taliaren try herself). Strong legs from walking up to a dozen miles every day. Ignoring the social norms of more populated regions, preferring the practicality of hide shirt, jacket and trousers to the stupid skirts, corsets and gowns worn by more "civilised" girls and women.
The man, now sleeping on the forest floor, was certainly an odd character. A little short, dark hair, and, strangely, no clothes. It was quite arkward, but as least he wasn't awake. Now that no one was at risk of dying, Taliaren first began to wonder what had brought him here - why he was so badly hurt and what had brought him to be drifting down a river on the brink of death. Weirdly enough, it was neither a situation Taliaren was used to dealing with, nor a kind of person she was used to speaking to.
A few hours passed, and Taliaren's strength began to return to her. It was just as she needed to start heading home that the man finally woke up fully, obviously still in some pain, but not debilitatingly so.
Living so far from civilisation lead Taliaren to be pretty bad with first impressions (and with socialising in general), but she tried her best. "Oh! You're awake! Erm, hello. I'm Taliaren. I, er, I found you here."
Taliaren decided to rest by the base of a tree herself as she was very tired. She made sure, though, not to fall asleep, as to be caught unawares by, say, a bear was to be caught in a truly difficult situation. Fortunately, this precaution proved unnecessary, and she spent most of her time simply watching the river, listening to the birds or something else like that. She spent a short while looking at her reflection in the river. Dark hair tied back to keep it away from tree branches and out of eyes. The aforementioned blue-grey eyes, and the thin lips and light skin. A handful of cuts from encounters with brambles and thorns (Talara was strongly against the use of magic outside of serious circumstances and would neither heal these nor let Taliaren try herself). Strong legs from walking up to a dozen miles every day. Ignoring the social norms of more populated regions, preferring the practicality of hide shirt, jacket and trousers to the stupid skirts, corsets and gowns worn by more "civilised" girls and women.
The man, now sleeping on the forest floor, was certainly an odd character. A little short, dark hair, and, strangely, no clothes. It was quite arkward, but as least he wasn't awake. Now that no one was at risk of dying, Taliaren first began to wonder what had brought him here - why he was so badly hurt and what had brought him to be drifting down a river on the brink of death. Weirdly enough, it was neither a situation Taliaren was used to dealing with, nor a kind of person she was used to speaking to.
A few hours passed, and Taliaren's strength began to return to her. It was just as she needed to start heading home that the man finally woke up fully, obviously still in some pain, but not debilitatingly so.
Living so far from civilisation lead Taliaren to be pretty bad with first impressions (and with socialising in general), but she tried her best. "Oh! You're awake! Erm, hello. I'm Taliaren. I, er, I found you here."
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