@CelticSoldier Listec is very old, and part of a race that pretty much lives magic. A human mage doing head movies won't affect him all that much. Sorry.
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I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.
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I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.
As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)
So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.
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Listec was neither shocked nor surprised, it was far harder to impress a being coming from both an island-nation and a mortal race infused with magic to their very core, the Shadow Warrior having seen acts of magic that would make the vision show within his mind seem like a paltry parlour trick from a drunk College of Magic initiate at the local tavern. During the magically enhanced exchange of knowledge, he could not help but keep his face completely expressionless - even though his helmet obscured his features - snorting ever-so-lightly at the suggestion that he was even there for riches, wonder and power. No, he was there because if there was any chance of crossing blades with his former kith and kin, his most hated adversaries, whether on the sea lanes or in the jungle, then he was going to take it!
After listening to introductions from two of the Human adventurers, silently contemplating all that had been revealed to them at speeds which the others present could only imagine, he opened his lips to speak, "Listec," was all he said by way of naming himself.
"Is anyone else slightly concerned that we are being sent to locate an artifact that can apparently consume the souls of anyone who touches it?"
"And why are you the exception to that?"
"There are many such artefacts in the world, Master De Vigny," quipped the Elf in his syllable precise but also lilting toned Reikspiel, "some which can achieve worse than merely consuming ones soul..." again his head tilted, this time to follow Fortune's gaze, "it is a valid question however, as to why you are the exception," he took in 'Jehan' with a slightlt intake of breath, "possibly something to do with identity?"
Almost every word in Tar Eltharin, the language of the Asur, had a duel meaning and although this time he spoke a Mannish tongue, Listec certainly meant both who Jehan was (or was not) as well as alluding to their true gender in as subtle a way as he could manage.
"-...You must be lost Elgi! And blasted insane if you think you can come in here and speak to a Longbeard like that!"
He had hoped that the magic would distract the Dwarf from his tirade, but apparently it was a lot harder to do so than he might have thought. No, the stunted mass of hair, ink and flesh continued as if their patron had never even revealed himself.
"Lost? With company such as you, quite possibly. Insane? Undoubtedly," the glimmer in his eyes that accompanied his latter words - perhaps a simple touch of the moonlight, or maybe something else - showed that he might not be jesting about his mental state, "you are correct though, my vertically challenged friend...he does have a rather long beard."
After listening to introductions from two of the Human adventurers, silently contemplating all that had been revealed to them at speeds which the others present could only imagine, he opened his lips to speak, "Listec," was all he said by way of naming himself.
"Is anyone else slightly concerned that we are being sent to locate an artifact that can apparently consume the souls of anyone who touches it?"
"And why are you the exception to that?"
"There are many such artefacts in the world, Master De Vigny," quipped the Elf in his syllable precise but also lilting toned Reikspiel, "some which can achieve worse than merely consuming ones soul..." again his head tilted, this time to follow Fortune's gaze, "it is a valid question however, as to why you are the exception," he took in 'Jehan' with a slightlt intake of breath, "possibly something to do with identity?"
Almost every word in Tar Eltharin, the language of the Asur, had a duel meaning and although this time he spoke a Mannish tongue, Listec certainly meant both who Jehan was (or was not) as well as alluding to their true gender in as subtle a way as he could manage.
"-...You must be lost Elgi! And blasted insane if you think you can come in here and speak to a Longbeard like that!"
He had hoped that the magic would distract the Dwarf from his tirade, but apparently it was a lot harder to do so than he might have thought. No, the stunted mass of hair, ink and flesh continued as if their patron had never even revealed himself.
"Lost? With company such as you, quite possibly. Insane? Undoubtedly," the glimmer in his eyes that accompanied his latter words - perhaps a simple touch of the moonlight, or maybe something else - showed that he might not be jesting about his mental state, "you are correct though, my vertically challenged friend...he does have a rather long beard."
@Bright_Ops
The helmet is something along the lines of this (img05.deviantart.net/b527/i/2011/062/7..), so seeing anything except two black eyes would be pretty difficult. Then again, it's quite obvious he's an Elf, just the style of armour he's wearing would make that clear enough. :)
If the pointy ears were anything to go by, an elf had decided to join their group.
The helmet is something along the lines of this (img05.deviantart.net/b527/i/2011/062/7..), so seeing anything except two black eyes would be pretty difficult. Then again, it's quite obvious he's an Elf, just the style of armour he's wearing would make that clear enough. :)
Edit: Maybe I should also point out, since a few people have alluded to it - Baltazar doesn't advertise the fact he's a priest of Ranald.
I was alluding to it in order to show who was being thought of/spoken about, not because my character knew he was one, there's a difference; I could have said 'the crazy-looking guy who smelt funny', but just using his actual title seemed better.
Post up, let the miniature War of the Beard begin!
Two Dwarfs and three Men...it seemed to the patient Elf that he was all that was missing from the group now - at least to become the beginning of one of those awful human jokes he had been forced to hear often enough in his extensive lifetime!
"So. Treasure hunting, huh?"
"Well, looks like we've plenty enough of muscle. But where's the brains of this operation?"
True, where was their benefactor? Each of them had been hired, he assumed, to undertake the same task as the others, yet thus far there was no sign of their mysterious employer or even the reason they were gathered about in the first place.
"I'm the oldest here I reckon. I outsmarted Forest Grobi, Wutelgi Waywatchers, the ratmen, and Beastmen in their own game of deviousness. Unless anyone here wants otherwise, I think I'll be the leader. Any objections?"
"Aye, gold-lust was my biggest interest."
"But seeing the world is a wonder is it not? I thought that this was the best way to do it, since I would also be getting paid for it. I can eat all the foreign foods and delicacies, I can play chess with rich gits all over, puff the finest pipes, so on and so forth."
"My name's Brokk. Brokk Ghammarad, Ranger of Everpeak-Zhufbar-Karak Izor. Who're you all?"
Trust a stunted member of the Dwarfen race to embolden and embellish every tale he could think of or recollect, although he had to admit that this particular Dwarf had a style about him, one that well leant itself to the sing-song dialect and the whiff of pipe smoke drifting up and out of the hole before him; as well as that, only a Ranger would have the wits to suggest that he had outsmarted an Asrai Waywatcher! No doubt this 'Brokk' had seen much of the world, but that was one claim that Listec would not be under keen to challenge.
"Yes, seigneur, you are correct in that assumption, at least as far my involvement in this enterprise goes. You'll find as time goes on that money in a vault somewhere and a warm place to sleep tend to be more appealing than what a cold night in some strange place has to offer."
"Greetings, Master Brokk. I'm Jehan le Cordelier, formerly of Bretonnia."
Ah, now here was a fine example of a Man; wishing for only some coin, a warm fire and a roof over their head, it was no surprise that Mankind was so limited...or that Bretonnia, the so-called chivalrous kingdom of knighthood and plenty, was in actuality a backward region of inbred peasantry and arrogant fobs. This Jehan le Cordelier though, there was a certain note in the gruff speech that seemed to hint at a bitterness barely concealed, perhaps not entirely full of arrogant beaus then?
Thus it seemed as good a time as any to 'throw oneself to the Chracian lions', a time to get in among his would-be companions (although equals, that was a different matter) and test their racial sensibilities if nothing else.
With poise, grace and finesse that would have made a feline green with envy, he squeezed through the hole in the roof – not exactly a hard task, the hole was nearly the size of two men laying side by side – and dropped to the floor of the room just behind where Baltazar had decided to seat himself. There was no thud, no indication that he had even landed at all, save for a slight rustling of robe and a clink of metal scale on scale, the ground beneath the Nagarythi barely registering such a disturbance to its surface as Listec drew himself from a half-squat position and up to his full and considerable height.
Half-concealed in shadow for a moment, the room not exactly lit in any sort of way save by the glare of the twin moons, the Elf took a step forward and to the side of the follower of Ranald. Barely a gesture, hardly perceptible to the human eye, and he had taken one of the other seats on that side of the table. One-by-one he glanced from within the eye-slits of his helmet, black eyes unreadable and the bottom half of his face covered by a section of his blue cloak, nothing but cold calm radiating from his seemingly relaxed but thoroughly alert posture.
“I believe,” he spoke in perfectly accented Reikspiel, “that I am the oldest here, if we are speaking in terms of Human years,” his head inclined to the side by a fraction of a millimetre as he looked to Brokk, “but if the Ranger wishes to lead us...then so be it.”
@Andreyich@Maxwell@POOHEAD189@Bright_Ops@DrunkasaurusRex
"So. Treasure hunting, huh?"
"Well, looks like we've plenty enough of muscle. But where's the brains of this operation?"
True, where was their benefactor? Each of them had been hired, he assumed, to undertake the same task as the others, yet thus far there was no sign of their mysterious employer or even the reason they were gathered about in the first place.
"I'm the oldest here I reckon. I outsmarted Forest Grobi, Wutelgi Waywatchers, the ratmen, and Beastmen in their own game of deviousness. Unless anyone here wants otherwise, I think I'll be the leader. Any objections?"
"Aye, gold-lust was my biggest interest."
"But seeing the world is a wonder is it not? I thought that this was the best way to do it, since I would also be getting paid for it. I can eat all the foreign foods and delicacies, I can play chess with rich gits all over, puff the finest pipes, so on and so forth."
"My name's Brokk. Brokk Ghammarad, Ranger of Everpeak-Zhufbar-Karak Izor. Who're you all?"
Trust a stunted member of the Dwarfen race to embolden and embellish every tale he could think of or recollect, although he had to admit that this particular Dwarf had a style about him, one that well leant itself to the sing-song dialect and the whiff of pipe smoke drifting up and out of the hole before him; as well as that, only a Ranger would have the wits to suggest that he had outsmarted an Asrai Waywatcher! No doubt this 'Brokk' had seen much of the world, but that was one claim that Listec would not be under keen to challenge.
"Yes, seigneur, you are correct in that assumption, at least as far my involvement in this enterprise goes. You'll find as time goes on that money in a vault somewhere and a warm place to sleep tend to be more appealing than what a cold night in some strange place has to offer."
"Greetings, Master Brokk. I'm Jehan le Cordelier, formerly of Bretonnia."
Ah, now here was a fine example of a Man; wishing for only some coin, a warm fire and a roof over their head, it was no surprise that Mankind was so limited...or that Bretonnia, the so-called chivalrous kingdom of knighthood and plenty, was in actuality a backward region of inbred peasantry and arrogant fobs. This Jehan le Cordelier though, there was a certain note in the gruff speech that seemed to hint at a bitterness barely concealed, perhaps not entirely full of arrogant beaus then?
Thus it seemed as good a time as any to 'throw oneself to the Chracian lions', a time to get in among his would-be companions (although equals, that was a different matter) and test their racial sensibilities if nothing else.
With poise, grace and finesse that would have made a feline green with envy, he squeezed through the hole in the roof – not exactly a hard task, the hole was nearly the size of two men laying side by side – and dropped to the floor of the room just behind where Baltazar had decided to seat himself. There was no thud, no indication that he had even landed at all, save for a slight rustling of robe and a clink of metal scale on scale, the ground beneath the Nagarythi barely registering such a disturbance to its surface as Listec drew himself from a half-squat position and up to his full and considerable height.
Half-concealed in shadow for a moment, the room not exactly lit in any sort of way save by the glare of the twin moons, the Elf took a step forward and to the side of the follower of Ranald. Barely a gesture, hardly perceptible to the human eye, and he had taken one of the other seats on that side of the table. One-by-one he glanced from within the eye-slits of his helmet, black eyes unreadable and the bottom half of his face covered by a section of his blue cloak, nothing but cold calm radiating from his seemingly relaxed but thoroughly alert posture.
“I believe,” he spoke in perfectly accented Reikspiel, “that I am the oldest here, if we are speaking in terms of Human years,” his head inclined to the side by a fraction of a millimetre as he looked to Brokk, “but if the Ranger wishes to lead us...then so be it.”
@Andreyich@Maxwell@POOHEAD189@Bright_Ops@DrunkasaurusRex
Just to clarify, he isn't a 'badass loner' - the meeting hasn't even started s yet and he's assessing the situation. He's a semi-paranoid Nagarythi who may well have killed members of both races present at one time or another; once we get going, he shall blend in as much as a High Elf can. Until then he's sat on a roof and I fail to see how you can assume such things from one post! I'm not some eejit out to ruin this RP, thank you all very much.
On second thoughts, some interaction would definitely be a good idea. So, if Listec could stop hiding, it would be good to eliminate (or create) some initial tension. It's not compulsory, but I thought some of you guys would appreciate it.
As much as I agree, why would he bother to show himself until their employer actually turns up?
I mean, he can pop in if you'd like, just don't see why he'd bother at this point...also I imagine it'd be funnier if he dropped in half-way through the meeting...'Suprise!'
...or not?
EDIT:
I am actually off to work now, but I'll be back in around...six hours; feel free to begin the meeting, Listec can hear it all anyway, or wait for me to get back and I'll post something up. The choice I leave to our masterful GM.
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<Snipped quote by Jbcool>
Fingers crossed this isn't the kind of commissar that thinks combat stims are 'needlessly endangering' and 'cause burnout when not in battle,' or 'are actually awful.' Pansies don't like us injecting ourselves with barley-legal, highly addictive and dangerous drugs.
Yea, probably best not to test that; take them now while she's absent, because afterward it might be a bolt-round through the head rather than a needle in the arm.
Righto...so...we're just waiting for @BCTheEntity to reply, we've got two folk to bed, then we can all get to bed and then we're off.
I have certainly neglected this RP, but I'm in it to win it, so I'll be getting us moving off...tomorrow or Tuesday
@Vor@Sigurd@POOHEAD189@DrunkasaurusRex
I have certainly neglected this RP, but I'm in it to win it, so I'll be getting us moving off...tomorrow or Tuesday
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