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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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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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Shortfang was in the middle of eating his soup when you told him about your true origins. He put down his spoon and just sat there contemplatively. "Shortfang kinda know." He says quietly. "Momma tell me... Another part of Pun-Pun tale. Part not a lotta little kobolds know. See, all Pun-Pun tales talk about Pun-Pun. But, like Shortfang, lotta things Pun-Pun do that's great is because he have help. Help from strange people." Shortfang raised his hands up as if he was trying to shape what he was trying to say, making motions and molding his tale physically despite lacking the magic to actually do so. "Story of C'Tan, Pun-Pun have help from people of 'The Meta'. Outsiders. They smart, know all about world, even if they not strong enough to fight C'Tan. They know world like... Like... Like they creators. In this world, in Keratia, they weak like normal humie. But they smart. Know the fabric of reality and magic woven through world. Momma says... You kinda like those humies." Shortfang lowered his hands and rubbed his face. "Momma old. She could be Greyscale if she wanna lead tribe. Even Longstrider didn't know. But Momma say to Shortfang, 'Son, Sylvia is not just humie. Sylvia doesn't know Keratia, but has traveled farther than you ever can. Shortfang destined to become hero, I dream of this when still baby. See Sylvia as humie who will change fate.' Shortfang just thought momma drunk on mosswine, but then she tell me again after hangover."

Sipping some of his soup Shortfang remained a bit quiet as he tried to collect his thoughts and come to his own conclusion about things. He seemed to be really thinking hard about it. "Shortfang... Shortfang wanna be hero like Pun-Pun. But Shortfang know, Pun-Pun just story. Tales for little kobolds to think they be strong like dragons. But kobolds not dragons. Kobolds cannot be Kalmeet or Ferrodsuaco, great dragons who shape world with magic and claws. Kobolds strong because Kobolds work together. That's why, in sewer, and even now, Kobolds so weak. All kobolds not work together. They fight because they don't wanna work together. Even Pun-Pun not win against Kalmeet or C'Tan or even Gorum Axehand alone. Pun-Pun get help all the time." Soon Syfr finished his meal and Shortfang petted the owl, who flew down towards Dinah. Though she seemed somewhat hesitant, he approached her gently and Dinah allowed him near.

"Basically, Shortfang okay with you not being from Keratia. Just means that Shortfang doing right thing: get help from all sorta people. Shortfang don't do stupid thing like do stuff himself or only work with kobolds who Shortfang know. When kobolds work alone, get greedy, bad stuff happens. Trogs take over home, humies come kill us, or become slave to dragons." Shaking his head back and forth, Shortfang also came to a different conclusion, one that still concerned him. "Shortfang... Shortfang know, not good to make Sylvia fight Shortfang fights. Sylvia wanna go home. Shortfang... Shortfang gunna keep fighting bad guys until Shortfang can't fight no more. But that's okay. Shortfang warrior, hero! Shortfang wanna help Sylvia be happy and go home. Shortfang want all Shortfang friends and family go home, be safe and not scared. So... If boss needs Shortfang help to go back to Earth, Shortfang have no problem! With crossbow and magic, Shortfang do anything."
If this thing is what I think it is, we should talk to it. I don’t wanna fight it in my current state without any rages.
@Rockin Strings

Tis fine, we got our post in before the week so we’re in no rush to maintain our attendence. Have a good one!

@Xaltwind

They’re not a huge threat, at least nothing Gromgard can’t simply solve by sending his goblins to clear out. Mamoru just wants an excuse to explore more around the area.
The pixies wings are more than damages: this is the equivalent of breaking someone’s legs by tearing tendons and shattering bones. If the pixie does not get proper medical treatment, either mundane or magical, her wings will not heal right and she’ll never be able to fly again.

The closest thing to a doctor is the ship’s chef. He also doubles as the ship’s chaplain and has training from the church of Gusstha covers basic injuries one might receive while operating a ship, but you’re pretty certain that he’d never receive training on how to fix a pixie’s wings.
The thralls went down easily enough. Though it takes a few beatings by the lighter weapons, Bridgets large battered blade was able to cleave or crush the thralls that came at her. Most of the thralls were focused on her, and between her strokes one or two would manage to strike her with their damaged weapons. However even as they struck her body, her Rallying Howl enabled her to easily withstand the weak attacks, cleaving through the thralls as they recklessly continued to charge at her despite the futility of such an offense.

Meanwhile the Grime Slime lobbed it’s venomous glob at Diamond and Delmina. The slime didn’t seem particularly harmed by the beating from the pipe, and it didn’t seem to be particularly any more sluggish than it already was. The poisonous blob would fly over to the girls with moderate speed; they’d see it coming and if they didn’t avoid it, it’s sheer mass would surely knock them down and infect them with a deadly venom. Regardless of whatever they may choose to do, the Grime Slime was building up its bile to spit out another massive toxin loogie to finish off the girls if they survived the first hit. At least they didn’t have to deal with any thralls ag the moment, as Bridget was doing a fine job agroing the ones awakened by the Grime Slime.
With just simple observation, you can see that the damage is quite sever. Not only is the wing’s webbing itself torn apart, but the frame of the wings are notably damaged and even bleeding, but in very small quantities. You’ll need to roll a medicine check to determine how long it’ll take to heal, if it will at all.
@Rockin Strings

Cool. Mamoru is vaguely aware Gromgard likely has other goblin who can keep watch, Mamoru just doesn't want her portrait taken.
As the group fanned out, they'd make quick discoveries around the room. Bridget's hunch was correct; some of these lost were indeed lying in wait. Most Lost simply get chopped or smashed up if they're truly corpses, slowly regenerating from their wounds. Living ones, however damaged they might appear, were often cleverly only pretending to be corpses. However Bridget would easily hear their death gurgles as her blade chopped through their bodies. Diamond's caution was also rewarded, and Delmina's guess was correct: the item laying on the ground was indeed a Vestige, and it was indeed trapped. Falling from the ceiling at the sound of the noise came a large purple ooze, bigger than the girls themselves. Grime masses, a common type of foe for the Revenants, but this particular specimen was far larger than the typical ones encountered by revenants. Perhaps a greater lost variant?

Questions and observation would have to hold. Though Bridget managed to make short work of the few who were attempting an ambush, upon the arrival of the Grime Slime, hissing could be heard as the other lost began to awaken. Thrall class, hardly a threat alone, which unfortunately meant that a large group was amassing. Bridget could see at least five begin to rise and those were just the ones she could see. The Grime Slime consumed a lost that was nearby, however realizing that it's true prey was not caught, it let out a strange but loud gurgle as it prepared to shoot it's toxic goop at Delmina.
It's coo.
Hector found a key, and when he asked the elves they said there are one key for each chest (There are two chests). One key you guys found, the other key was with the captain, who you guys didn't find.
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