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Obviously this is the moment where you start licking his gear in a lavicious manner, giving him that look as you work your tongue around his defenses and show him that your mouth isn’t good for just cutting words.
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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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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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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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Orchid huffed as she got out from under the hex cat. It was feisty, but it was down for the count. Suddenly Jeeze popped out of nowhere and started stabbing the thing, but that only made Orchid even more annoyed. While she was glad Jeeze was alive she was literally beating a dead cat. Orchid tossed aside the garrote and grabbed Jeeze's dagger arm before she ruins the pelt. "ENOUGH! It's dead! Don't ruin the pelt, it'll make for some good clothes." Orchid's voice was commanding, using her natural charisma to hopefully intimidate Jeeze into controlling herself. But at the same time it's authoritative tone was meant to provide some sense of stability for the no-doubt traumatized goblin. A feeling of security now that Orchid and the others were here.
Speaking of the others, they managed to fend off the other hex cat. While they couldn't kill it, it at least retreated. Everyone was alive if somewhat wounded. They still had herbs back at camp they could use to patch up anything serious, but minor cuts and scratches would just need to heal naturally. That bring said, Crispy's fire was spreading. They needed to get out of here if they didn't want to get caught up in a bush fire. Orchid knows how dangerous those things can be from her time at the farm; occasionally her father would have to set his fields on fire due to diseases infecting the crops. It was a big effort that took all the neighbors and the fire department to control safely, and Orchid doubt there's any service like that here. But instead of fear, Orchid saw it as an opportunity.
"Jeeze is here. We can go back to the others now. But first, a warning to those rats."
Turning towards the trail that they were following, Orchid channeled her magic through her hand. While conjuring a ball of fire was easy enough, throwing it needed more focus and some magic words, or at least that's what Orchid felt she needed. She wasn't sure what incantation was needed but she had one in mind already. Perhaps those demons implanted the memory in her head, or maybe Orchid just always had a touch of heresy within herself. Either way she chanted slowly before loudly verbalizing her spell. "Like fire, Hellfire." Flexing her hand, small spheres of flames appeared around Orchid's wrist before combining into a singular ball of flame floating half an inch over her palm. "This fire in my skin." Clutching her hands closed the fireball engulfed her hand, but it didn't burn her. Instead it enveloped around her hand, like a flaming fist. "This burning desire..." She pulled her hand back and tucked underneath her armpit, like a bullet sitting in a gun chamber. Picking her target with her eyes she finished her incantation. "Is turning me to sin!"
Punching her fist outward as she made a quick smooth step forward with her foot, she launched her fireball with her punch and sent it far over the reeds and grass. While her fireball probably wouldn't explode as big as Crispy's, it should still catch something on fire and help spread the flames. It should only take a minute at most; these things can get pretty crazy with a strong wind. With that finished Orchid put the bloodied garrote away in her bag, picked up the hex cat corpse, and looked back towards her minions. "Let's get out of here. I saved some pixie for you two by the way. If your don't eat them, I will." Orchid tossed Squal and Jeeze their grilled pixie bits. They were no doubt cold now, but at least she made sure that they get something to eat.
Speaking of the others, they managed to fend off the other hex cat. While they couldn't kill it, it at least retreated. Everyone was alive if somewhat wounded. They still had herbs back at camp they could use to patch up anything serious, but minor cuts and scratches would just need to heal naturally. That bring said, Crispy's fire was spreading. They needed to get out of here if they didn't want to get caught up in a bush fire. Orchid knows how dangerous those things can be from her time at the farm; occasionally her father would have to set his fields on fire due to diseases infecting the crops. It was a big effort that took all the neighbors and the fire department to control safely, and Orchid doubt there's any service like that here. But instead of fear, Orchid saw it as an opportunity.
"Jeeze is here. We can go back to the others now. But first, a warning to those rats."
Turning towards the trail that they were following, Orchid channeled her magic through her hand. While conjuring a ball of fire was easy enough, throwing it needed more focus and some magic words, or at least that's what Orchid felt she needed. She wasn't sure what incantation was needed but she had one in mind already. Perhaps those demons implanted the memory in her head, or maybe Orchid just always had a touch of heresy within herself. Either way she chanted slowly before loudly verbalizing her spell. "Like fire, Hellfire." Flexing her hand, small spheres of flames appeared around Orchid's wrist before combining into a singular ball of flame floating half an inch over her palm. "This fire in my skin." Clutching her hands closed the fireball engulfed her hand, but it didn't burn her. Instead it enveloped around her hand, like a flaming fist. "This burning desire..." She pulled her hand back and tucked underneath her armpit, like a bullet sitting in a gun chamber. Picking her target with her eyes she finished her incantation. "Is turning me to sin!"
Punching her fist outward as she made a quick smooth step forward with her foot, she launched her fireball with her punch and sent it far over the reeds and grass. While her fireball probably wouldn't explode as big as Crispy's, it should still catch something on fire and help spread the flames. It should only take a minute at most; these things can get pretty crazy with a strong wind. With that finished Orchid put the bloodied garrote away in her bag, picked up the hex cat corpse, and looked back towards her minions. "Let's get out of here. I saved some pixie for you two by the way. If your don't eat them, I will." Orchid tossed Squal and Jeeze their grilled pixie bits. They were no doubt cold now, but at least she made sure that they get something to eat.
"Quickly, get to the town! We'll be s-"
An arrow tore through the man's chest, taking both his breath and his life away as two other younger men immediately ran off, the weight of their cargo slowing them down. Downtrodden men who have taken the opportunity to plunder an abandoned farmstead, who have done no real wrong beyond theft. But it was more than enough of a reason for Orchid to fire upon them without warning; who would extend their pity for a common thief? Granted it's not as if she had any intentions of returning their stolen goods; the spices and grain they took would make good money in town, and maybe a better meal than foraging for mushrooms and roots in the forest.
The two young men tried their best to avoid open spaces and ran between trees. Against a common archer their methods would be wise as a constantly moving target was more difficult to hit when they were running such random patterns. But Orchid was no common archer, and their efforts to be evasive just meant they were slowing themselves down and tiring themselves out. Drawing back her next arrow she waited a moment as her beast lurched forward through the woods. When she released it the arrow would tear off the arm of one of the young men. It left him crying in pain and agony, bleeding on the forest floor. In that moment his companion turned down and looked at him in horror. This was his mistake as Orchid and her beast caught up to them. Her vargr went to finish off the now dying looter while Orchid pounced onto the horror striken human and pressed her thumbs against his eyes, his hands too full of the bags of grain to protect himself. He shouted for mercy from gods and anyone who'll listen as Orchid took a moment to crush his skull; she normally could do so fairly easily but she's been without a proper meal for a while, so she was weaker than usual. She had to settle with snapping his neck instead.
The vargr feasted upon the corpses as Orchid gathered up the bags. Two sacks of barely, one sack of salt, another with cumin. They had small iron knives and a few coppers in their coin purses, but aside from that they didn't have any notable treasures or loot. It would make sense, they're mere peasants after all. Not even worth making trophies out of. Sighing Orchid piled the sacks onto her beast and rode towards town after he finished eating. With any luck perhaps someone at the tavern could make a soup out of this stuff. She hoped they had some meat; the only meat she ate was a couple of fishes she found at a farmstead, and she didn't eat all of it since it might've been spoiled. It certainly gave her vargr a bad case of gas.
An arrow tore through the man's chest, taking both his breath and his life away as two other younger men immediately ran off, the weight of their cargo slowing them down. Downtrodden men who have taken the opportunity to plunder an abandoned farmstead, who have done no real wrong beyond theft. But it was more than enough of a reason for Orchid to fire upon them without warning; who would extend their pity for a common thief? Granted it's not as if she had any intentions of returning their stolen goods; the spices and grain they took would make good money in town, and maybe a better meal than foraging for mushrooms and roots in the forest.
The two young men tried their best to avoid open spaces and ran between trees. Against a common archer their methods would be wise as a constantly moving target was more difficult to hit when they were running such random patterns. But Orchid was no common archer, and their efforts to be evasive just meant they were slowing themselves down and tiring themselves out. Drawing back her next arrow she waited a moment as her beast lurched forward through the woods. When she released it the arrow would tear off the arm of one of the young men. It left him crying in pain and agony, bleeding on the forest floor. In that moment his companion turned down and looked at him in horror. This was his mistake as Orchid and her beast caught up to them. Her vargr went to finish off the now dying looter while Orchid pounced onto the horror striken human and pressed her thumbs against his eyes, his hands too full of the bags of grain to protect himself. He shouted for mercy from gods and anyone who'll listen as Orchid took a moment to crush his skull; she normally could do so fairly easily but she's been without a proper meal for a while, so she was weaker than usual. She had to settle with snapping his neck instead.
The vargr feasted upon the corpses as Orchid gathered up the bags. Two sacks of barely, one sack of salt, another with cumin. They had small iron knives and a few coppers in their coin purses, but aside from that they didn't have any notable treasures or loot. It would make sense, they're mere peasants after all. Not even worth making trophies out of. Sighing Orchid piled the sacks onto her beast and rode towards town after he finished eating. With any luck perhaps someone at the tavern could make a soup out of this stuff. She hoped they had some meat; the only meat she ate was a couple of fishes she found at a farmstead, and she didn't eat all of it since it might've been spoiled. It certainly gave her vargr a bad case of gas.
I'm here to invade!
I figured that’s why Parum said to ignore it. The drakes can’t open the door themselves and aren’t an immediate threat, whereas we might get enemies coming through to investigate the commotion. Kobold was killed by Parum too so he can’t unlock the cages.
Works for me. Who starts?
The others chased the last kobold that ran away. Orchid was going to join them when Parum shouted a warning to watch out for other threats. It made sense; these things were tricky beasts. It would be within a kobolds character to lure the adventurers into a trap. And sure enough shortly after the others went to pursue the kobolds, there was a beastiality roar from the pits. This made Orchid want to go fight, but Parum said the beasts were caged. They wouldn’t be much of a fight.
Scanning the room Orchid did spot another hall on the west side. No doubt the enemy will be coming soon so he needed to be ready for them! He charged towards the entrance and stuck his back against the wall, readying himself for the enemy. But he began to feel his fury wane; if he let himself relax for even a moment he would lose the momentum of his fury. He needed something to keep himself on edge. Something cunning. Something cutty.
In a moment of barbaric brilliance Orchid stabbed his machete into the ground for ease removal as he drew his dagger, a curved dragon’s claw. With precise, finesse movements he sliced a ritual scar across his chest as his clan taught him; the mark of Katalmach, those who loose themselves in battle. Orchid drew his cut deep enough to wound him but at the same time it would allow him to maintain his rage, and any enemy who would try and bypass him will find out just how much pain he can endure and inflict.
Scanning the room Orchid did spot another hall on the west side. No doubt the enemy will be coming soon so he needed to be ready for them! He charged towards the entrance and stuck his back against the wall, readying himself for the enemy. But he began to feel his fury wane; if he let himself relax for even a moment he would lose the momentum of his fury. He needed something to keep himself on edge. Something cunning. Something cutty.
In a moment of barbaric brilliance Orchid stabbed his machete into the ground for ease removal as he drew his dagger, a curved dragon’s claw. With precise, finesse movements he sliced a ritual scar across his chest as his clan taught him; the mark of Katalmach, those who loose themselves in battle. Orchid drew his cut deep enough to wound him but at the same time it would allow him to maintain his rage, and any enemy who would try and bypass him will find out just how much pain he can endure and inflict.
Hmm. This puts me in a difficult situation. But one I can solve, with some silliness. I’ll have a post up soonish.
There we go! If I can’t hurt any enemies right now, I’ll hurt myself instead! I took damage so my rage is maintained.
There we go! If I can’t hurt any enemies right now, I’ll hurt myself instead! I took damage so my rage is maintained.
@Hekazu
I’ll have Orchid move to the western entrance and hold an action then. If he can get his attack before his next turn begins, he’ll still get to maintain his rage, since holding an action means my turn hasn’t quiet yet ended. If no enemies show up by then, then yeah suppose my rage would go down.
I’ll have Orchid move to the western entrance and hold an action then. If he can get his attack before his next turn begins, he’ll still get to maintain his rage, since holding an action means my turn hasn’t quiet yet ended. If no enemies show up by then, then yeah suppose my rage would go down.
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