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4 yrs ago
Current 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.

Most Recent Posts

"Pun-Pun seek out the silver dragon, who had no name, because she young. Very young, as old as Pun-Pun. Ferrodsuaco leave Great Grave Desert to fight Kalmeet, while Pun-Pun save silver dragon. She protected by Kalmeet slave knights, called Dragonborn. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, all type who Kalmeet stole, and turn into dragons. With magic Kalmeet command them to fight, die, and steal for him. Worse still, when Pun-Pun go find Silver Dragon, he find kobold tribes slave too. Many tribe go to Kalmeet, think they dragon and want to help. But Kalmeet evil! He trick kobold, make them less than slaves. At least Dragonborn get armor and weapon and fight. But Kobold... They get worse. They clean, they get eaten, very bad. This make Pun-Pun very angry! And because this, Pun-Pun become strong. He know what to do." Shortfang said with a smile despite how dark the story had gotten. He stands on the bedroll heroically, pointing his sword towards the ceiling.

"Pun-Pun no use magic or trickery! Pun-Pun find tribes, tell them they no be slaves. They can fight! If they listen, they can save not just tribe, but everyone. No one become slave or dragon. They live free. Pun-Pun free kobold with words, and with them Pun-Pun go save silver dragon. Many Dragonborn warrior come stop them, but Pun-Pun and tribes use clever tricks to trap them, keep them from fighting. They save silver dragon, very young, only fifty years. She Kalmeet favorite dragon, say that when she older, Kalmeet make her mother of his dragons. She no want this, so Pun-Pun and tribe free her. But soon Kalmeet come! He see's silver dragon escape, and epic battle happen!" Shortfang made a bunch of noise to demonstrate the sort of chaos the battle created, scattering his things around to simulate explosions. Pylia chided Shortfang for making a mess, which he cleaned up.

"Pun-Pun battle Kalmeet with Ferrodsuaco and Silver Dragon! Kobold tribes run and hide, but also fight Dragonborn warriors, keep them from helping Kalmeet. But Kalmeet slash Pun-Pun, cut out his eyes! Aaaagh! But then Silver Dragon save him! Kalmeet would burn him in dragon fire, but she protect Pun-Pun. Her body strong, but began melting. Though she not know Pun-Pun, he only kobold who save her, free her. She want to be free. So with all her power, she melt into silver sword in Pun-Pun's hand. Ferrodsuaco grab Kalmeet, and the two fight claw-to-claw, fang-to-fang! Pun-Pun, even blind, pick up sword and stab Kalmeet. Because sword made from pure, and Kalmeet full of evil, sword clean Kalmeet of all evil. But he so evil, he evil to the bone! Kalmeet become undead dragon! But this no make Kalmeet strong, but weak. He no god no more. His dragons, his slave, see that Kalmeet not even true dragon no more. The magic that control Dragonborn, break! They free! They stop fighting, go to fight Kalmeet, who run away. Run away to center of world to try and be god, but he never will. Kalmeet defeated!" Shortfang said triumphantly, which got a cheer from Andrews and a polite clap from Pylia.
Sandwiches would satisfy the young ones. Pylia herself helped prepare them, simple enough as they were, of course helping herself to a few sandwiches as well. After Elena and Andrews ate she brought a few sandwiches to her father, Ferric, and Mica. Muriel refused, saying that she has her own food and couldn't allow her guests to feed her. Though simple, the sandwiches satisfied the stomachs. Shortfang soon began his story again, though he sort of forgot where he was at. "Ah what was... Oh yeah! Second enemy! Calamity Dragon Kalmeet! He fearsome enemy. Among dragonkin, they say one will become god dragon. One who, instead of fight gods, joins them, and help all dragons become great. They say Kalmeet was going to be god dragon, because he strong. Scales black as night, breath fire that burns even sun with dark flames. But Kalmeet evil! Because they say Kalmeet chosen one, he let pride to head. Says 'I, Kalmeet, want only my friends. Dragons, slaves, and no one else!' So Kalmeet send dragons to attack everyone. Red Dragons, Blue Dragons, Green Dragons, all kind of dragons, go out to attack people to get slave and treasure. Ferrodsuaco no like this, nor Pun-Pun. But unlike Gorum, kill dragon no easy. They need help. So Ferrodsuaco go find Silver Dragon."
Shortfang would continue to tell his story, detailing how Pun-Pun trained under the gold dragon, and in turn returned to his tribe and taught them how to create fortresses, traps, weapons, and tactics. Their first enemy was the evil warlord, who they managed to lure into a veritable maze of death by exploiting his greed for power. They created a fake dragon's lair and made it seem like the dragon was the only one there, but once Gorum led his armies into the mountains Pun-Pun and his people would attack from from all around, using tunnels, rocks, and oil to crush and burn them to death. Pun-Pun himself faced off against the mighty Gorum, once more killing him with trickery by leading him to a cliff that couldn't support both their weight, sending the warlord falling to his death while Pun-Pun had saved a feather fall spell for himself.

Just as he finished the story Shortfang's stomach growled, as did Andrews. The kobold looked over to you eagerly. "Food ready?"
Andrews was very amused seeing the props. Elena smiled too as Shortfang continued his tale. He detailed the adventurers into the Great Grave Desert, the various monsters that he encountered and proceeded to escape from. A lot of his tales about Pun-Pun were about how he used his spells and cunning to avoid or run away from danger, until finally he reached the mountain. There Shortfang started talking about the dragon. "Ferrodsuaco is wise dragon, yes, but he wise dragon because he once young and stupid. He dragon, proud, powerful, but learn there are more powerful things. He learn through trial and error to be wise. When Pun-Pun meet Ferrodsuaco, he tell Pun-Pun of his enemies." Shortfang used some spare bones he uses for his crossbow bolts as symbols. "First was the evil warlord, Gorum Axehand. He have orc warriors who destroy many innocent people. He even kill dragons, want to kill dragon to show power. Then Calamity Dragon Kalmeet, who want to make world for dragons, and only dragon. Not even kobold can live there, because kobold not full dragon. Finally, mighty wizard C'tan, who too wise. So wise he think he better than gods, better than mortals, and seek to rewrite world in own image. When Pun-Pun go see Ferrodsuaco, he say 'Great Gold Dragon, Pun-Pun help! Pun-Pun brave and smart, but want to be strong and wise. He fight enemies, and save world!' Ferrodsuaco like this, so he teach Pun-Pun how to be strong like dragon, but as kobold."
“First, Pun-Pun goes to south! In land of dead, gold mountain. Said be gold because sand cut down all tree, all plants, but mountain talk and strong. Here lives gold dragon Ferrodsuaco. He wise dragon, move to mountain to study stars, study wind wall that surrounds. They say Ferrodsuaco know how to cross wind wall. But wisdom by without struggle. Pun-Pun must cross Great Grave Desert, where no life, but undead, by himself. Pun-Pun small kobold, know only some spells, no way Pun-Pun an survive. So Pun-Pun has to use smarts.”

“Enemy he face hard as steel, so Pun-Pun use magic to move dirt and sand. Soft and weak, but together can crush giants! Pun-Pun make gunnel under Great Grave Desert, hide from ghosts and zombie. Pun-Pum sometimes go up, see stars, to see future. ‘Follow the Sapphire Star’ says Pun-Pun. Sapphire Star lead to future.” Shortfang took out a new props to go with his story telling, mainly his fishing pole with various things at the end of the hook, such as a small cloth with dots for eyes to be his ‘ghosts’ or one of the plain silver coins as the ‘Sapphire Star’. By now Andrews and Elena were sitting in as well.
The two nodded. “That does remind me, you never told me that tale yesterday. What what’s it, something about One Thousand Nights?” Pylia mentioned to you. Shortfang stacked a few bedrolls together to create a nice little stoop for himself to lay down on as he started to story. “Shortfang have story. Sound better in Shortfang language, but can say in common. Ahem,” Shortfang raised his hand in the air theatrically.

“This tale of kin from faraway lands, called Tribe Firewine. They strong, smart, defend home from greedy adventurers who attack them. Tribe Firewine like many tribes, small, scared, bullied by others. But chief shaman make friend with gold dragon, and teach kobold how to fend for themselves. That small not weak, but together strong.”

“Tale starts about Chief Shaman, Pun-Pun. He smart, know magic, know how world work. The gods, spells, outer planes. He knows. Before he chief Shaman Pun-Pun Shaman apprentice. Hear about wise gold dragon, so he go, seeking dragon, seeking knowledge. Many adventures he has.”
Soon everyone settled into the common room. Andras and Ferric spoke to the old woman, whose name was Muriel, just to entertain her and compensate for staying in her home. Elena and Andrews helped start the fire, taking a few choice logs as Andrews practice using flint and steel to make a spark. Afterwards they’d set up the bedrolls for themselves and their father. Mica sat near the fire looking at rocks he had brought from the wagon. They just looked like rocks. You, Pylia, and Shortfang were settled by the fire.

“Syfr says long rain. Could be here all night!” Shortfang warns. He seemed more distressed at the potential boredom than the danger. Pylia simply shrugged and stoked the flames with a poker. “It happens sometimes. We’ll just have to find a way to occupy ourselves in this weather.” Shortfang sprawled our on the ground before rolling into his stomach. “Shortfang already bored.”
The woman said nothing at first before the hatched closed, but then you could hear some shuffling before the door opened. Inside a candle-lit room was a tall but elderly looking woman, with thin black hair and pale skin. She had a slight haunch but despite that she was still a head taller than you. “Travelelers I see. Alright, I suppose I can let you stay. I apologize however, I don’t have much in the ways of accommodations. I only have enough food for myself and only one bed. However you’re free to use the common area.”

The woman would let you and the rest of the caravan inside, though for some reason Buddy choose to stay outside with the mules. With his cloak he shouldn’t get too wet. As for the inside of the house, it was indeed fairly small. It was a 50x30 house with three rooms, the common room, a bed room, and some sort of storage room. The common room didnt have much furnishing, but there was a fire place at the center, a stack of wood by the door, and a table with two wooden stools. There were also some boxes and sacks filled with some tools and supplies, and the storage room had a barrel of rain water and some food. There was also a trapdoor. The bedroom, even if you don’t go inside, was the only room with a small window with wooden panels to cover it and a single bed large enough for two. There was also a large chest at the foot of the bed. Or at least it would be, but for some odd reason the woman’s pillows were near the door, as if the foot of the bed was against the wall.

Pylia seemed to notice this and looked at you with an odd expression, as if wondering if you see this as well. Though she was a hermit up until recently, even she thought this was quirky.
The caravan wasted no time getting to the cabin, with everyone donning their cloaks as the rain started to pour. There was indeed no place to put the mules, so Ferric covered the wagon with a tarp, as did Andras. Ferric also constructed a sort of tent for the mules to be under through he kept them leashed to the wagon, less they wander off and get into trouble. Shortfang was the first to reach the door and tried to go inside however the door was locked. “Doors locked!” He shouted.

However to his surprise there was noise on the other side. A small hatch opened, and an old woman’s voice spoke out. “Hello? Who’s there? You’d best not be goblins, or I’ll show you what for!”
Like a mountain goat you quickly ascend up the slopes. Each step was solid, leaving an imprint in the mud, yet despite that you moved with speed and swiftness so much that you leave everyone except Buddy in awe. And even then you just couldn’t really see his facial features for a lack of them. It took you only about five minutes to ascend to the top of the incline, hammering pitons into the wall with the hammer and securing the ropes to them. At the crest of the incline you could see that it would go slightly down hill, and then you’d spot an interesting sight; a small log cabin, with no windows but a chimney with no smoke. That must be the shelter you were told was up here. It did look quite small indeed.

Thanks to your quick feet and swift strikes, the caravan was slowly able to make its way up. Here Buddy’s strength would work best as he physically pushed the wagon up the hill, with the mules pulling, and eventually he’d pull the cart up as well. With the ropes giving him something to hold onto even when his footing faltered he was able to continue his climb. In about an hour the caravan was able to reach the crest of the hill. Just in time too, as it started to rain with thunder and lightning crackling in the distance.


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