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Oliver Thurston





Oliver was awoken sometime, he didn't realize what time but he was laying in his armor as he took a deep yawn. He heard the crackle of small fires in lanterns, and torches. It was mostly just the common bit, and they would stop outside of the town, it was the departing point for the band of a few guards, and the various science folk about. Thus, he took himself in his armor, and began to march forwards towards the town. He stumbled around a bit, and saw two familiar figures off behind him. He felt like he was being pushed, and in reality he was. The correct direction by fate of some various woodland critters.

Demonic, hopefully not, Oliver believed, for he did not wish to deal with them. He saw himself staring at them as he continued to back up, and as he was being herded, turned around and he would run into a figure, as he was nearing some wall. He likely bounced off of said larger figure, which might have been a bit of an annoying to the Ogre, Gaint, whatever the creature may be. He would then plummet to the ground beside, where a familiar figure stood.

An elven figure, there was one like this before, "I could have seen I've seen this angel before, with wings." he would say as he stared up, at the woman. It was not the angel from before, but it was something like it. Well, at least in his mind, in reality, there was never an angel; he was drunk, he still likely is drunk, and now he is harassing mystical fairy creatures from the forest that live underneath bridges. Two things that are likely on the same level as Angels on the list of, have you seen these things in the same place.

Which, in reality, until some undeterminate time before today, he had seen one, as he was passed out, lying in mud, similar to what he is doing now, just without the rancid... No he smells of beer and alcohol. He just not on the point of being too far gone as he was in previous nights.

To all apparent, he likely was supposed to be there with the furry travellers lurking somewhere, if they were spotted by anyone else and not an illusion of his drunken stupor. The only thing is, would the armor, drunken idiot smell, and wheezing breath be a deja vu moment for the elven woman above him.
Oliver Thurston


AA is definitely needed in the future


Awakening in the morning hours, he stared out into the wild staring at the road behind him. He noticed the things behind him, and he spotted the two sometime ago in his drunkeness. He slowly leaned up and was just staring at them like an goat stares at a wall. Oliver just had his hands in his lap as he stared at the two odd creatures traveling together, but he did not mind it. He would host himself with his hands reaching towards a small waterskin. He would take part in the drink once again, enjoying it as he would just wonder if his vision was true or not. He saw the outer skirts of the town, he wished he was at wherever he was meant to go. He noted a blanket around him, and his armor somewhat off. He hated that, and he took a deep breath as he sighed some, a hand on his side as he continued to drink lightly.

"Wonderous fascinations of the mind those creatures are." He said outloud as he took a deep breath, his hand outside of the blanket slowly raising and lowering the waterskin filled with ambigious liquids. He enjoyed it all as he continued to watch as the mystical beasts of his believed imagination trailed off as they entered the destination, that of which he didn't really know. He had someone else do that kind of menial thinking. He took a deep breath as he sighed some, and his arms reached out a bit.

He lay back as he passed out once again at the dawn of morning.
Oliver Thurston


AA may be needed in the future


Oliver stared at the ground as his friends had found him. He stared out at the world as he was dragged back to the camp that evening. He lounged around in his armor, as his wagon was loaded, and the troupe continued outside the city heading out towards their destination. The scholars and party that accompanied him were just staying mostly awake, but Oliver was asleep. He was for hours, passed out half laying on his armor, as the top half was slowly stripped from him. His face looked incredibly stupid at that moment, mouth agape and face covered in hair that was stuck to his face in patches of sweat-induced matting.

A groan came from the man at some odd hour of the day, they had been travelling for some time, and he knew the letter he received was sending him to. He hated that he was having to go somewhere, but loved it as well. He was a homebody, but he wanted to see the world as a man, not as some form of drunken armored piece. He looked outside the curtain of the wagon he rode in, and saw landscapes similar to what he was used to. He grew bored quickly and just went back in to not look like he was awake, and lay back into his armor before wrapping himself in a linen blanket for some form of comfort, and cooling warmth, something not too hot or cold.

"I hope that angel finds me once again, I know there was beauty within her voice and whatever she does." he mumbled in his groggy state, "she looked as if the moon had struck the stars and was chisled into an artisanal masterpiece."

His stomach grumbled and he leaned forward and his head broke through the wall's cloth patch and overhand to throw up whatever liquid concoction his stomach had made over the night, most likely some form of alcoholic brew from hell. Mixed with cheese, bread, and whatever else he could have found himself eating the night prior, he didn't remember; he was too drunk. He saw various bits in the trail the cart was leaving, but none made sense.

His head retreated into the interior of the cloth, and he went to a waterskin to drink, then coughed up more spit and puke, before he would continue to try drinking. He stared at it, and then placed the leather pouch once filled with water to his side, heading back to slowly scavange through the different things placed around him to find something worthwhile to eat, or at least settle his stomach. Of which he found small strips of meat, he would try biting, and find that it was just leather strips.

He spit out the leather immediately before Oliver would search for his spectacles, or at least some way to gather himself, and his sight. While it was somewhat bad, he didn't feel like sending his magics to himself as it was just a waste, he didn't need to see that well to do anything, but he would like to see just a bit. Maybe he should, no, he shouldn't, but then again.... No, he just continued to use his hands, and what sight he did have to search for something to eat. He would find crackers, hard as stone, several blocks of cheese, a sausage of some form of meat, and then to top it off, a bottle of wine.

While no one would disturb him, he would find himself eating throughout the day, and near some hour of the day, he heard through the different voices of the troupe that they were approaching their destination of wherever he had the caravan's captain heading.
Oliver Thurston


In the day before? Maybe of, alcohol allows those to lose track


Vision was somewhat gone, he stared through a broken telescope as one of his underlings had decided to fall upon it the night previously, when they had all gotten drunk outside of some god forsaken neighborhood he was supposed to go to. He had his thing for a long journey out, but it was obnoxious listening to the people of sanctuary. His band could keep him safe, and if he needed to he could finish a fight quickly, but he'd rather not waste his drunkenness on some thief, and then the eventual explaining of why there is a dead person electrocuted beside him, and his gloves are burnt.

The pomp and pagentry of the higher neighborhoods of the capital wasn't the same here, his home was some diluted figurement as he slowly turned the dial, and he looked through the glass, wincing at the the stars as there was a crack on the right side of the last pane. Something to fix but not until later. He looked at the other drunkards, and the few who were sobor that were meant to keep track, and then bring any equipment home should he continue further without the others. Which he said he might have to do, so he brought a few he trusted. He would write in his little booklet before belching, receiving a small applause from the drunkards in his merry band of intellectuals that were not passed out on the ground or in a tent.

"Sir, I know the is a crack, but do you really have to be so crude whenever you do your work?" asked a relatively short man, some form of hairless dwarf or gnome, "after alll you look like an ass sitting on that fat fellow."

Oliver, whom had forgotten the name of his stunted friend, had forgotten where he was sitting, on the stomach of some bulbous man , and he slowly rolled off, notebook in hand as he started to crawl inch by drunken inch to escape the judgement of the wee fellow. Though his escape was foiled by some legs that stood in front of him, and he slowly slunk his knees to his chest like a worm before balancing himself to a standing position.

"I know, but I would rather be intoxicated for if I am write when intoxicated, it will be easier to prove my words when sobor! It is more likely that we need to find our route through the stars should we wish to understand the nature of the world around us. Every small detail makes the sciences improve, we can understand the cycles of women through the stars, there are so many things exclaimed through the stars that we don't know. Did you know some crystals improve health, and host a wealth of knowledge inside of them."

"I know, I listen to your ramblings, and lectures at home sir."

"Of course you do, but that's why we all enjoy yoy..." Oliver was lost for a name once again, "Ah yes, I bet we can fine a cure for all diseases, honestly I believe asbestos would be the best choice for this. IT is a cure all I would have all believe, it has so many purposes in this world. I know plants have plenty of medicinal purposes, as well as the livers of cows. There is so much this world offers to us that we haven't explored. Now... My stunted friend."

"Yes my emotionally stunted caretaker?" replied the short man.

"The stars, yes, look." Oliver pointed to the stars, "close your eyes and image."

Oliver's head looked down at the mans as he would wait until they were closed, and then he wandered off, and out of camp, he was quiet, butt he smiled up at the stars, as he touched the metal plates that made his armor, and let them swirl around him as he kept the bottom parts of his boots unlinked and unmelded so he could be quiet.

He slowly snuck out, and then found himself a small spot closer to sancutary before he would plant himself in the grass, and stare up at the sky. His eyes imagining the beauty of worlds beyond, there was so much to understand, from the waves, to women. He had brewed beer, and do so much for the name of science, but he was no where near done. He wished he could, but there were problems more close ot home that he knew he was tasked with finishing, and completing. He knew others had tried in the past and are likely still looking for cures. He had his own methods, but for the most part, he had his own alchemy, and fellow scholars, intelligent fellows all, but he had his mentionings of it.

This however, this peace would be disrupted by some woman exiting a building near him, oh it was an elf of some kind, a beautiful one. What day was it, was it the right day, "My lord, I did not know they had women this beautiful down here, if I wasn't staring at the stars so long I would have seen that there is a moon just as beautiful down here!" the drunken man would retort seeing the woman, as if his sense of hyperfixated drunkness had lured his eyes towards any motion like some form of dinosaur.

He would however, as he turned rather quickly spin himself around to falling back again on the ground face first, and squirming in the smell of intoxicants lubricated his breath.


Always down.
As someone who loves 40k, and has read a lot of books, I am always down. (even run dark heresy/only war games)








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