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3 yrs ago
Current On RP Hiatus. Will be back eventually...
3 yrs ago
Free virtual benefit concert tonight: TheFarmMustGoOn.com
4 yrs ago
Good luck, @blindwoofer. Mine likes to wash his paws off in his water dish.
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4 yrs ago
@Crab... see if you can find out what she's interested in. Then ask her about it. No flirting need be involved to just break the ice. :)
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4 yrs ago
Amazing how many sudden epidemiology experts there are in the world
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Bio

Long time casual role player who loves tales of adventure! I enjoy tabletop games, play-by-post, and even LARP!

Wild (and sometimes weird) west and medieval fantasy games with an 'old-school' D&D feel are my favorite.

In real life, I'm a software engineer and wanna-be farmer. I have a little garden and some chickens that like to destroy my flower beds. But I like 'em anyway and they all have names. ;) Sometimes they lay me some breakfast.

Other hobbies include dog agility and archery.

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Kaden Tobler


Once Agael released him, Kaden took a few moments to collect himself, both mentally and emotionally. The dreadfulness of the memories of the Court of the Dead had diminished slightly in the past three days and he'd managed to almost convince himself that this was all some big mistake and that once it became clear who he was that he would be released. Anger had replaced some of the fear and he promised himself he would never forgive this transgression against him.

But he saw little he could do about it in his present situation.

"She was thrown in with us early in the morning," he answered finally, slowly. "A brown-haired woman of child bearing age. She was wounded, a gash to the leg."

An idea struck him suddenly that could maybe plant a seed of doubt about the loyalty of Octa's men without actually lying, something he was still leery would have unpleasant repercussions. "I saw the man who pulled her from the wagon very well," he said. "Long light brown hair, well trimmed beard, green vest and a gray cloak. He wore some sort of necklace with a purple stone." He paused, gauging Agael's reaction, hoping he recognized the description of the wagon's driver.
@KelewenAbsolutely! I was thinking about this very RP just a few hours ago, thought it was great too.

How are you doing? All well I hope


Good! I really didn't intend to disappear for so long. But I'm itching to get back into some RP.

@Assallya, geesh... 5 whole days! After I disappeared for 9 months, I think I can cut ya some slack.

@gorgenmast Whoohoo! :)

@Assallya@Meep@ONL@manapool1@EricWald Just tagging you guys since some have probably unsubscribed by now cause the GM is flakey. ;)
Kamri slowly pulled back the bandages covering the wound on Rooks leg and resisted the urge to grimace. She'd learned pretty fast that showing emotion while tending to someone wasn't necessarily always the best thing. The wound was pretty deep and as she pulled the solid bandage away fresh blood seeped from the gash. Quickly Kamri pulled the pan of water from the fire and began to clean the wound.

...

As she finished cleaning the wound she held a clean bandage to it to staunch the bleeding and reached for her needle and thread. "I have to sew you up Rook, I have a Salve for numbing but there isn't much left. Do you want it or not?"


As Kamri re-cleaned the 3 day old wound, Rook sucked in a sharp breath and her hands clenched into fists. She did her best to concentrate on the conversation about the ruins and about the Trickster, but still flinched frequently as Kamri worked.

Shades! Yes, I want the salve!, she thought to herself, but instead shook her head. "You can save it." The ranger reached out and rested a shaky hand on Kan's arm, perhaps hoping to borrow some of his strength for a short time.

"Wouldn't this Trickster be long dead by now... if he's one and same as 'The Raven?'" she asked before Kamri started stitching.

--

Letha's heart leapt into her throat when she saw Peyton dragged into the Waterfront. "Let him go!" she yelled, starting forward with the only thought being to get to her son, to protect him from these monsters. But one of her fellow townsfolk grabbed her shoulder to stay her. "Don't be rash, Letha," the man cautioned softly, then he looked at Vatikar, barely heeding old Ragnar moving through the crowd. "No one's rushing off," he said, trying to diffuse the situation, "we'll do what we can to help find the criminal."

And Letha felt tears come, unbidden, to her eyes, feeling as if she would have to betray the Revolt to save her son.

*creeps back in after 9 month hiatus*

All, my apologies for falling off the face of the earth. I just re-read this thread it had a lot of really good things going and a lot of fantastic RP. Anyone interested in picking it back up?

"What do you think we've gotta do with these?" Lucy added. "Maybe we have to find the one that matches the outline?" she suggested hopefully, but without much confidence in the idea. "But then what would we do with the weights?"

A bit stumped, she took a step back and snapped a photo of the group and the puzzle. "For Facebook..." she said with a grin. Then added "don't worry! I won't tag anyone unless they want me to."


"Peyton, take the children inside," Letha said to a boy of about 12, the oldest of the half dozen children that had been helping her turn over the garden. "Do not come out until I tell you it's safe." There was a harsh tone to her normally soft voice and Peyton only hesitated for a moment before gathering up the younger children and ushering them back inside.

Through long habit and practice of being Ian Zula's eyes and ears here in Grayweald, she counted the armed men, took note of the blonde elven woman with shackled feet, and listened intently to what this Vatikar had to say.

An escaped prisoner? No news of such had reached her yet, but she couldn't help immediately suspect it was one of Zula's lot. That elf's now, she reminded herself bitterly. Rumors surrounded Thaliar, some of which made him seem nearly as dangerous as Lord Octa himself. She'd judge for herself when she met him. Dane and Kan spoke well enough of him, which was enough of an endorsement to satisfy her.

She allowed herself to be caught up with the crowd of mostly men as they headed inside the tavern, wanting to witness first hand whatever happened inside.




"Could be," Dane said noncommittally to Thaliar's theory of the raven being the thief that had tried to steal something from Burren. "I'd say if there's a chance of finding something to counter Octa there, we've gotta try it. Sure'd be nice to turn the tide a bit," he said, looking around at their rather pitiful make-shift camp.

When Thaliar's attention turned toward the bound young soldier, Dane stood and hauled Edwin's unconscious form into a sitting position, waiting for him to wake up while Rook glared from her spot on the other side of the small fire.
@KelewenThat's quite alright, we're still here so ^^ Looking forward to what the prisoner will have to say.


I figured that would be up to @EricWald!
Congratz! What's the new job?


Thanks! I'm doing computer programming work for clinical trials. There's all kind of research terminology and medical terminology to learn. Plus a mountain of FDA regulations.

But! At least they gave a me a nice shiny new MacBook Pro to use! Complete with magic mouse! <--- Kelewen might be a nerd in real life.

Sorry for being a bit slow recently! I started a new job and just am a bit mentally overwhelmed with the amount of stuff to learn. I'll try to get in a post soon!
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