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I kinda wanna fight an angry Kyruem...
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Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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4 yrs ago
Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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5 yrs ago
The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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6 yrs ago
Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
6 yrs ago
A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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Bio
If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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Gren and the other pokemon managed to take out the wrumple. It really wasn't all that difficult even though Gren missed his attack. He made a mental note that he needed to work on his aim some more. But before Gren could even get a word in, he was teleported to some strange room! He had no idea how this happened and looked around frantically. The wrumple was then taken away by some magnemites, but that didn't really explain what was going on. Gren, Magma, Gavin, and some other aron Gren has never met before were here. Approaching Magma and the other aron Gren looked around curiously. "What just happened? Are we in trouble?" Gren didn't sound nervous, though he did seem a bit on edge. If they were going to have to fight, Gren wasn't going to go down easily!
Alright, with y'all's okay I cleared out the rest of the enemies. Now you should all be free to interact with each other as you'd like. Malakaus's messenger will hang out in the city but all he wants is to pass his message to Maren personally. Dunno if we're going to timeskip to morning or not, I'll leave that specifically to @Polybius.
With the death of the commander many of the mercenaries abandoned their post. Malakaus’s riders went to cut them down while his foot soldiers secured supplies and the catapults. He sent a runner to have Torkin end the bombardment and remain in standby. Many of the ircs began looting the battlefield but Malakaus roared to get their attention. Their battle wasn’t over yet. Replacing his battered breastplate with one that fit and wasn’t so damaged Malakaus had his warriors rally with him at the front gates. He made his speech short and simple for anyone hearing.
”Our job isn’t done yet. We still have enemies within! But we are not taking this city! Our enemies are these men,” Malakaus raised the corpse of a Hellhound knight. Everyone looked at him and made sure to recognize the armor and uniform. ”Remember this man! Kill anyone who looks like him! If any other human attacks, stop! They fight in fear. They are not your enemies. Take nothing but the lives of our enemies! Let’s go!” Malakaus raised his axe high into the air to rally his warriors for one more charge, giving the orcish war cry which is known within all orcs.
”WAAAAAAGH!”
With a blood curdling roar the orcs charged into the city to hunt down the Hellhound knights. With superior numbers, strength, and courage the orcs would easily hold their own and stomp the depraved brigands to the ground. The orcs left the civilians and city militia largely alone; while they made no effort to assist the wounded or dying they still avoided doing any further harm or any looting within the city. As quickly as they came the orcs left, taking the lives of many Hellhound’s with them. They stripped the battlefield outside the castle walls of valuable plunder, even taking the corpses away. Only Commander Diclonii’s body was left relatively untouched, and Malakaus still chose to take his armor as personal plunder. His remains were put into a box and sent back to the kingdom via a sole survivor who Malakaus has specifically allowed alive for this expressed purpose. He was given a cart, a horse, and a message. Short and to the point: ”Craven King we bring war.”
As for the city of Tamberle, Malakaus didn’t feel the need to have his troops stay nor assist in cleaning up, but he did leave something: a single messenger. One of the few orcs who Malakaus could trust and had a grasp of the human language that was not mangled. He carried Malakaus’s standard with his clan crest and his father’s banner. He was tasked to seek an audience with Maren to open up negotiations as soon as she was able. Meanwhile the rest of his warband returned to their camp for some well deserved rest. They would have a lot more work to do once morning comes.
”Our job isn’t done yet. We still have enemies within! But we are not taking this city! Our enemies are these men,” Malakaus raised the corpse of a Hellhound knight. Everyone looked at him and made sure to recognize the armor and uniform. ”Remember this man! Kill anyone who looks like him! If any other human attacks, stop! They fight in fear. They are not your enemies. Take nothing but the lives of our enemies! Let’s go!” Malakaus raised his axe high into the air to rally his warriors for one more charge, giving the orcish war cry which is known within all orcs.
”WAAAAAAGH!”
With a blood curdling roar the orcs charged into the city to hunt down the Hellhound knights. With superior numbers, strength, and courage the orcs would easily hold their own and stomp the depraved brigands to the ground. The orcs left the civilians and city militia largely alone; while they made no effort to assist the wounded or dying they still avoided doing any further harm or any looting within the city. As quickly as they came the orcs left, taking the lives of many Hellhound’s with them. They stripped the battlefield outside the castle walls of valuable plunder, even taking the corpses away. Only Commander Diclonii’s body was left relatively untouched, and Malakaus still chose to take his armor as personal plunder. His remains were put into a box and sent back to the kingdom via a sole survivor who Malakaus has specifically allowed alive for this expressed purpose. He was given a cart, a horse, and a message. Short and to the point: ”Craven King we bring war.”
As for the city of Tamberle, Malakaus didn’t feel the need to have his troops stay nor assist in cleaning up, but he did leave something: a single messenger. One of the few orcs who Malakaus could trust and had a grasp of the human language that was not mangled. He carried Malakaus’s standard with his clan crest and his father’s banner. He was tasked to seek an audience with Maren to open up negotiations as soon as she was able. Meanwhile the rest of his warband returned to their camp for some well deserved rest. They would have a lot more work to do once morning comes.
@Haeo@Ladypug@Zaphander
You guys don’t mind if I have my warvand clear out the rest of the mercs do you? Give us an opening to gather the wounded, talk to each other, and rest to morning.
You guys don’t mind if I have my warvand clear out the rest of the mercs do you? Give us an opening to gather the wounded, talk to each other, and rest to morning.
@Polybius
Works for me. If you don’t mind I’ll have Malakaus clean up the rest of the hostile proper.
Works for me. If you don’t mind I’ll have Malakaus clean up the rest of the hostile proper.
It was fun. Good bye Mr Spin-to-win.
All the Pokémon present piled their attacks onto the lone bidoof. Had he been a mere bidoof he would’ve been easily defeated, but his surprising ghost typing cut much of the power of the other Pokémon. The ghostly beaver flared at all the Pokémon surrounding him and growled loudly, with a macabre echo that made his cute growl sound more like the revving of a chainsaw. Such a fearsome growl would quickly cut the attack of the Pokémon closest to him.
But alas, he would not survive the next assault. Vi’s Attack once more didn’t seem to give her any feedback on her end, but she would notice some sort of an effect as the bidoof suddenly flinched by some invisible force. Unlike before the shimmering was more vibrant, almost a translucent flame. As if Vi’s desire to “fry” the bidoof did manifest as a psychic flame. It was this moment that would give Celina an opening to peck the bidoof in the face, causing the Pokémon to fall to the side. But as soon as it struck the ground the bidoof’s red peircing eyes faded and the body vanished into dust blown by the wind.
It sounded like the larger furfrou from before was still fighting his own battle, but fortunately it seemed like the fighting wasn’t getting any closer to the cave. The weather however only seemed to get worse as the clouds darken as the rain picked up. Cecilia and Vi would find it harder to stay stable in the air as the combination of wind and rain battered their floating forms. Even the other nonflying Pokémon would occasionally have to avoid a leaf or twig from smacking their face as the wind started throwing things around. It was best that they return to the cave more this storm does more damage to them than the bidoof.
But alas, he would not survive the next assault. Vi’s Attack once more didn’t seem to give her any feedback on her end, but she would notice some sort of an effect as the bidoof suddenly flinched by some invisible force. Unlike before the shimmering was more vibrant, almost a translucent flame. As if Vi’s desire to “fry” the bidoof did manifest as a psychic flame. It was this moment that would give Celina an opening to peck the bidoof in the face, causing the Pokémon to fall to the side. But as soon as it struck the ground the bidoof’s red peircing eyes faded and the body vanished into dust blown by the wind.
It sounded like the larger furfrou from before was still fighting his own battle, but fortunately it seemed like the fighting wasn’t getting any closer to the cave. The weather however only seemed to get worse as the clouds darken as the rain picked up. Cecilia and Vi would find it harder to stay stable in the air as the combination of wind and rain battered their floating forms. Even the other nonflying Pokémon would occasionally have to avoid a leaf or twig from smacking their face as the wind started throwing things around. It was best that they return to the cave more this storm does more damage to them than the bidoof.
@Elevation
Is all good. Just be a bit more mindful next time. Otherwise we’ll make sure to tell you otherwise OoC.
Also word of advice: don’t use dark blue as a dialog color. Can’t see it for shit on mobile, and high lighting is a crapshoot.
Is all good. Just be a bit more mindful next time. Otherwise we’ll make sure to tell you otherwise OoC.
Also word of advice: don’t use dark blue as a dialog color. Can’t see it for shit on mobile, and high lighting is a crapshoot.
@Elevation
Works for me. While I’ll probally control Bernard myself if we ever gotta fight him, feel free to characterize him as is. While he’s not a total coward obviously when it comes to actual fighting he’s the type to have a stronger champion represent him. Probs the commander dude you had in your previous post.
Works for me. While I’ll probally control Bernard myself if we ever gotta fight him, feel free to characterize him as is. While he’s not a total coward obviously when it comes to actual fighting he’s the type to have a stronger champion represent him. Probs the commander dude you had in your previous post.
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