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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.
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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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Tungsten looked at Levia with a bit of confusion. Of course he knew that Faetalis wanted them to create destruction within a rough circle of the guild. It starts here, and Tungsten intended to have Levia raze certain areas depending on how the previous destruction teraforms the land. He wasn't sure if Levia was genuinely confused or was being rebellious, but Tungsten knelt to the ground so that he could activate a full scan of the area, making one more check of what he should and shouldn't have destroy. "...Right. Well, start here. I will mark the areas you need to destroy right now. Time is of the essence, we cannot wait for me to finish the full circle before you begin your work. As I have already prepared a path of destruction, you should unleash your power where I direct, and then we move onto the next area." Drawing Io out from his back, Tungsten looked to the ground and suddenly burst forward. He slashed deep gouges into the ground, rock surfaces, or at the base of trees, to mark where Levia ought to focus her strength.
"Smash up these marks swiftly. The resulting destruction will create an avalanche that will be impassable on foot without threatening the physical sanctity of the guild." Tungsten's words would begin to fade as he moved further away from Levia. He continued to mark places she needed to strike, his massive metal form moving so swiftly through the woods that he was a blur in the darkness. Even some of the more keen beasts would barely notice him as he dashes past them, ignoring them as they were not his target. As he moved and made the circle, he wondered if maybe he'll run into any of those people looking for the guild. Scouts, or maybe people fleeing from Mae and Gammaton. He wondered how Faetalis would feel if Tungsten encounters them. "Well, for the best, I should avoid them if I can. If I cannot, than I shall incapacitate them and let nature decide what to do with them."
"Smash up these marks swiftly. The resulting destruction will create an avalanche that will be impassable on foot without threatening the physical sanctity of the guild." Tungsten's words would begin to fade as he moved further away from Levia. He continued to mark places she needed to strike, his massive metal form moving so swiftly through the woods that he was a blur in the darkness. Even some of the more keen beasts would barely notice him as he dashes past them, ignoring them as they were not his target. As he moved and made the circle, he wondered if maybe he'll run into any of those people looking for the guild. Scouts, or maybe people fleeing from Mae and Gammaton. He wondered how Faetalis would feel if Tungsten encounters them. "Well, for the best, I should avoid them if I can. If I cannot, than I shall incapacitate them and let nature decide what to do with them."
"Yes, yes, bricks for stones and all the castles for cattle." The strange man rambled as he grabbed a stack of newspaper and tossed the bat somewhere within his pile of assorted junk. The ink on the paper has long since faded, but they seemed dry enough for the purpose Cat needs them for. He took the bullets, for some reason tasting the tip of each one, before tossing them into his bullet box and handing you the .223 rounds. When you brought out the spice packets he carefully took it and sniffed it. "Mhmm.... Salt. Salt and wounds for fools and loons. Okay okay, got some here for you yeah..." The man brought out a fairly hefty bag containing some nutrient bricks. They looked relatively fresh: cracks haven't formed on them yet and they're still rigid and solid instead of brittle and crumbling. For better or for worse of course: fresh Nutrient Bricks are hard to chew through but you can be certain they'll be here long after the extinction of mankind. The only ones at least could be mixed with some water or booze and turned into a very bland porridge.
As for the bullets, he showed you what he had. Most were 9mm, a very common type of round for handguns and pistols. Decent enough to protect yourself but not exactly what you'd want to use against anyone wearing decent armor, and pretty much useless for most mutants that pose an actual threat. Most people use 9mm for hunting, saving the heavier ammo for bigger threats. Aside from the 9mm, there were some .38 caliburs, .357 caliburs, and the odd 20 gauge shotgun shell. Really just a random assortment of civilian ammunition. There was, however, something else that might interest Cat that she would notice was inside the man's tent. Crossbow bolts. She may vaguely remember that Hunter himself was using a crossbow. A properly made one can be surprisingly effective against mutants: the right kind of bow and arrow can pierce through mutant hide, doesn't make nearly as much noise as a firearm does, and you could even get your arrow back. They make poor weapons against other people, but only if you're expecting to get into a firefight. Being able to kill someone silently from a distance was something to consider. Unfortunately it doesn't seem like the trader had any crossbows. "So a bricks for bracks. Bullets galore. Take your pick, cept these, I'm keeping these." The man says as he pockets the .308 rounds.
Donny was doing his best to stay busy and comfortable. He took off his boots, stashing them behind him so no one could steal them, while he tried to get to work on the gun. He knew that he would need to forage some more parts if he wanted to actually get it in some sort of working order: a lot of small mechanism have been destroyed, likely due to the cold, and was little more than a club. "Well, if nothing else, could cannibalize parts for my rifle. Ain't like we got bullets for this one anyways." Donny mumbled to himself as he dismantled the rifle down to it's usable parts and what's been destroyed. As he was working he heard a young voice approach the campsite. Instinctively he reached for his pistol but only touched the handle, not drawing it just yet. The voice likely was from a child, could be curious... Could also be looking to steal something for herself. Donny wanted to make it clear he wasn't going to tolerate any shenanigans.
"Yeah. Bit busy right now. If you got something you want to trade, talk to Cat. She just left with anything valuable." A soft lie. Certainly Donny had valuable things himself but surely if this was a thief they'd be more interested in worthwhile things than nutrient bricks and scrap metal. Donny also made it a point not to reveal himself, letting his voice be heard but his figure hidden so if this person was a thief, Donny could get the drop on them. Or at least they won't realize he's armed, since there wasn't really much room to do any sort of stealthy maneuvers in this cramp little campsite.
As for the bullets, he showed you what he had. Most were 9mm, a very common type of round for handguns and pistols. Decent enough to protect yourself but not exactly what you'd want to use against anyone wearing decent armor, and pretty much useless for most mutants that pose an actual threat. Most people use 9mm for hunting, saving the heavier ammo for bigger threats. Aside from the 9mm, there were some .38 caliburs, .357 caliburs, and the odd 20 gauge shotgun shell. Really just a random assortment of civilian ammunition. There was, however, something else that might interest Cat that she would notice was inside the man's tent. Crossbow bolts. She may vaguely remember that Hunter himself was using a crossbow. A properly made one can be surprisingly effective against mutants: the right kind of bow and arrow can pierce through mutant hide, doesn't make nearly as much noise as a firearm does, and you could even get your arrow back. They make poor weapons against other people, but only if you're expecting to get into a firefight. Being able to kill someone silently from a distance was something to consider. Unfortunately it doesn't seem like the trader had any crossbows. "So a bricks for bracks. Bullets galore. Take your pick, cept these, I'm keeping these." The man says as he pockets the .308 rounds.
Donny was doing his best to stay busy and comfortable. He took off his boots, stashing them behind him so no one could steal them, while he tried to get to work on the gun. He knew that he would need to forage some more parts if he wanted to actually get it in some sort of working order: a lot of small mechanism have been destroyed, likely due to the cold, and was little more than a club. "Well, if nothing else, could cannibalize parts for my rifle. Ain't like we got bullets for this one anyways." Donny mumbled to himself as he dismantled the rifle down to it's usable parts and what's been destroyed. As he was working he heard a young voice approach the campsite. Instinctively he reached for his pistol but only touched the handle, not drawing it just yet. The voice likely was from a child, could be curious... Could also be looking to steal something for herself. Donny wanted to make it clear he wasn't going to tolerate any shenanigans.
"Yeah. Bit busy right now. If you got something you want to trade, talk to Cat. She just left with anything valuable." A soft lie. Certainly Donny had valuable things himself but surely if this was a thief they'd be more interested in worthwhile things than nutrient bricks and scrap metal. Donny also made it a point not to reveal himself, letting his voice be heard but his figure hidden so if this person was a thief, Donny could get the drop on them. Or at least they won't realize he's armed, since there wasn't really much room to do any sort of stealthy maneuvers in this cramp little campsite.
Been a long week. Once my arm stops feeling like butts, I’ll try to get up a post.
When Reyvadin and the others arrived to the village, his suspicions were correct. That smoke came from the smoldering remains of the huts and buildings, with fairly obvious signs that someone had come by and raided this place. It was a familiar sight to Reyvadin. Many Banian villages looked like this after a seasonal raid. Most of the time, the villagers know in advance to flee if they don't think they had the manpower to hold off a raiding party. But there were plenty more villages with an established militia but less sense, thinking they could stand up against a horde of Norgard warriors. And it's always Reyvadin and his men who would come across these ruins, hunting down the army that laid wasted to their lands.
But unlike before Reyvadin was not dressed in the finest of plate, armed with a trusty poleaxe, on top of a mighty steed, with an army at his back. No, he was a ragged man armed with a stick that could barely be called a spear, in the company of criminals and low lives. It was tempting to see what sort of things might be in this village that they could salvage. Perhaps a knife that could be turned into a dagger or spearhead. Perhaps some armor from a dead militiaman. Or even better, food, because no amount of steel can save you from hunger. But there was a noise, one that Reyvadin was also unfortunately familiar with. The cries of a woman in peril.
As the group snuck closer, they would see a ghastly sight. Brigands, executing and capturing prisoners. Or rather, a prisoner. A young woman who's fate was likely going to be horrific, violent, and short. Compared to her, the bound men were at least going to die mercifully quick. As terrible as the scene was, Reyvadin steeled his resolve in the face of this atrocity. One of the first lessons he learned when he became a knight was to harden his heart against this sort of tragedy. Rape and raiding were merely tools used by all armies to bolster their own supplies and morale: even the most honest of soldiers needed physical comfort and what better way to get it than through the conquest of arms? After all, gathering slaves from conquered people was a common practice in the north. Letting your emotions get the better of you when faced with it was a quick way to share the slave's fate.
Which was why Reyvadin was barely able to concern an annoyed and tired sigh when the blonde woman, likely a madwoman, broke out from cover to "distract" the brigands. Something that as far as Reyvadin heard, no one asked her to do. Certainly could've been discussed considering out of everyone here, Reyvadin was the only one who was properly armed with some sort of weapon that wasn't just a pair of cuffs. But Lorcan went out to take advantage of the situation, using his strange magics to disguise himself as a tree. "Huh, that's handy." Reyvadin thought to himself as he got into position. His plan was simple: help Lorcan take out a brigand from behind, preferably by stabbing them through the neck with his spear, and taking one of their knives. He'll need to use a body as a shield considering that Reyvadin's shirt wouldn't be able to stand up against a particularly dull needle, let alone crossbow bolts. If they can get those brigands to waste their bolts shooting their allies or better, missing, that would give Reyvadin an opportunity to get a good thrust in with his spear or dagger.
But this could only work if they manage to win the element of surprise. Hopefully that woman's shapely figure and deceptive appearance would be more than enough to convince these bandits to see with their dicks instead of their eyes, enabling the others to take advantage of their dubarchery and butcher them like the animals they are. There was too much that could go wrong now, but alas. Reyvadin wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. "If we survive this, I'm going to have some words with that woman." The young noble thought to himself.
But unlike before Reyvadin was not dressed in the finest of plate, armed with a trusty poleaxe, on top of a mighty steed, with an army at his back. No, he was a ragged man armed with a stick that could barely be called a spear, in the company of criminals and low lives. It was tempting to see what sort of things might be in this village that they could salvage. Perhaps a knife that could be turned into a dagger or spearhead. Perhaps some armor from a dead militiaman. Or even better, food, because no amount of steel can save you from hunger. But there was a noise, one that Reyvadin was also unfortunately familiar with. The cries of a woman in peril.
As the group snuck closer, they would see a ghastly sight. Brigands, executing and capturing prisoners. Or rather, a prisoner. A young woman who's fate was likely going to be horrific, violent, and short. Compared to her, the bound men were at least going to die mercifully quick. As terrible as the scene was, Reyvadin steeled his resolve in the face of this atrocity. One of the first lessons he learned when he became a knight was to harden his heart against this sort of tragedy. Rape and raiding were merely tools used by all armies to bolster their own supplies and morale: even the most honest of soldiers needed physical comfort and what better way to get it than through the conquest of arms? After all, gathering slaves from conquered people was a common practice in the north. Letting your emotions get the better of you when faced with it was a quick way to share the slave's fate.
Which was why Reyvadin was barely able to concern an annoyed and tired sigh when the blonde woman, likely a madwoman, broke out from cover to "distract" the brigands. Something that as far as Reyvadin heard, no one asked her to do. Certainly could've been discussed considering out of everyone here, Reyvadin was the only one who was properly armed with some sort of weapon that wasn't just a pair of cuffs. But Lorcan went out to take advantage of the situation, using his strange magics to disguise himself as a tree. "Huh, that's handy." Reyvadin thought to himself as he got into position. His plan was simple: help Lorcan take out a brigand from behind, preferably by stabbing them through the neck with his spear, and taking one of their knives. He'll need to use a body as a shield considering that Reyvadin's shirt wouldn't be able to stand up against a particularly dull needle, let alone crossbow bolts. If they can get those brigands to waste their bolts shooting their allies or better, missing, that would give Reyvadin an opportunity to get a good thrust in with his spear or dagger.
But this could only work if they manage to win the element of surprise. Hopefully that woman's shapely figure and deceptive appearance would be more than enough to convince these bandits to see with their dicks instead of their eyes, enabling the others to take advantage of their dubarchery and butcher them like the animals they are. There was too much that could go wrong now, but alas. Reyvadin wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. "If we survive this, I'm going to have some words with that woman." The young noble thought to himself.
Been a hellava week man. Moving shit is tough work. I’ll get a post up tonight.
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Faeril, watching Reyvadin:
Fret not, Reyvadin isn’t so cocky as to think he could ambush them even with everyone’s help. But if they were distracted and caught with their pants down, well...
Are the crossbowmen armed with any other weapons? Depending on the potential plunder, it may be worth while to try and pick these guys off.
Sorry for the long wait. Been a busy few days.
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