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2 yrs ago
Current Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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2 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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3 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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4 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.
4 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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a lil shorty of a post, but there we go. Let's party!
After dropping off her weapon at the smith's, Fran took some time to relax. Her quest would no doubt be full of tension and terror, and if she spent every waking moment stressing over the situation she would snap. She took the time to find a room available, handing her traveling attire to be washed and went to bathe. Even a simple cold-water wipe down was soothing to the young knight. Noble as she may be now, she hasn't forgotten the rigors of life as a squire, living in relative squalor both in civilization and outside of it. It thus makes simple things like a bucket of clean water to wipe herself down with feel like an absolute luxury compared to wallowing in her own stink for days on end. After cleansing herself, Fran ate a simple meal of stew and wine before she went back to the smith and received her weapon.

Taking her halberd back, Fran gave it a few practice swings. It flexed but did not bend, it struck hard but not stiff. Though a mundane weapon of mortal steel, Fran knew the importance of keeping one's blade well maintained. She made a note to take better care of her halberd from now on, knowing that this was still her duty even if she wasn't a squire. As Fran was leaving she received a message that the first of the heroes called by the Princess was leaving. She was to join the entourage quickly. With a firm nod, Fran gathered her belongings, changing into her now cleaned traveling clothes and went to join the others.

Truth be told, Fran felt a bit out of place. Though she recognized a few folk here such as Ser Pyke and his squire Tomas, everyone else was unfamiliar, many of them not even human. It brought a somewhat dark thought to Fran: the Dales were suffering from weakness, and this weakness makes them an easy prey to their neighbors. As much as they were all brought together so long ago under the guiding hand of Prince Braedan, that was ancient history. Their current situation was bleak, and it has always been a worry to Fran that those outside of the Dale may try and attack them for what resources their lands could provide. Food, wealth, people. But Fran shook these thoughts off. If she thought of these people as her rivals or enemies, they would never be able to fix the problems plaguing their world. Approaching the gathered group Fran gave a sharp salute, a strong smile, and made sure to look at everyone here, be they fellow knights or even what seems to be orphaned children.

"Greetings and well met. I am Ser Francesca Varangian. I have served the Kingdom of the Dales for over twenty years, first as a squire and now as a knight. Whatever foe we face, I promise you that I will face them with you. My blade will protect the innocent and slay the guilty. I am pleased to be traveling in such company."
Should I post? I know I was the last one before the current DM post, so not sure if I should do so again or wait for everyone else to respond first.
Got me an 8 and a 15. Let's get this ball rolling.
Yeah that makes sense, and I had that feeling which is why going after the bandits will likely be immediately bebeficial. Likely whatever the bandits are doing will disrupt trade and businesses which in turn means that the city doesnt have much to work with. Which is really bad for Fran since as a martial human, she kinda needs equipment to keep up with more magical races/creatures.

Though I'll also be honest, I'm so used to villains and other enemies having some dark matter which enables them to be far richer and more well supplied than any of us protagonists that the idea of murdering and looting the enemy is simply more efficient than bothering you come up with our own money and buying them from shops that won't have anything useful or available anytime soon. Why bother helping a blacksmith make mundane weapons and armor when that bandit boss over there is rocking a +1 armor and wields flaming swords?

Though I suppose that itself is a story to be told itself. Frans just a regular warrior. Unlike everyone else with fantastic magic abilities both innate to their race and gained from their training, all Fran has going for herself is her skills in battle. And I imagine that it won't be long before those too get stretched to their furthest limits while everyone else has much more pote tiel to unlock. So Fran had a lot at stake to make sure the Dale success of else it'll see itself consumed by the sheer raw efficiency other races have over humans.
Francesca Varangian


It had been some time since Fran had been to the capital city. Not since the Pretender Uprising had she been here, and while things looked the same, she could feel a certain air of quiet desperation as she walked through the streets. People are safe here, yes, with a roof over their heads and work to do. But there was an ever looming threat of worse to come that kept everyone on edge. Fran prayed that these people only have to worry, and never have to suffer their fears becoming a reality, as so many have before. Still, there were luxuries here in the city that Fran wouldn't be able to find easily or cheaply in her travels.

One such thing would be music. Many are too busy eeking out their lives to compose a poem or write a song, and Fran certainly had found many traveling bards accosted by disgruntled locals for their perceived friviousity. Which was a shame considering how uplifting music can be in times of hardship and stress. Fran was a warrior through and through, but even she would appreciate the soothing tunes of song during her weary travels.

Fran was on her way to the market when disaster struck. Descending from the heavens came a swarm of crows - no, monsters much worse than that. They seemed to have spread throughout the entire city without warning, with many people scrambling to safety. Immediately Grab leapt into action, shouting over the crowd to direct them to safe places such as churches, large buildings, or even in people's homes if there was nothing else. She was quick to use a calm but authoritative tone, one which she had learned during her time as a Squire, to get people to listen to her. She spent most of her time getting people to safety but when one of those monster swarms arrived Fran was not afraid to leap right into battle either.

Fortunately for Fran and the common folk, the city guard were quite dense here and we're able to slay the monsters quickly and efficiently. Fran herself hardly did much beyond being a distraction and drawing the attention of the monsters onto her: she very intentionally exposed herself to be attacked, keeping the monsters' attention on her while keeping the others safe. Any that had tried to go after them were quickly attacked by Fran herself, to force the swarm to deal with her or die. Ultimately by the time the city guards had slain enough of the monsters to send them fleeing, Fran was surprisingly alive, and not nearly in as bad a shape as one would think after being mobbed by hundreds of crow monsters. Shortly after she was asked to head to the Palace to meet with the Princess, as every able-bodied warrior was needed in these trying times. After making herself presentable, Fran would head to the palace as asked.

Fran conducted herself quietly, dining separately from the others and watching the meeting with the princess with stoic silence. She always respected the royal family and while she understands the people's distaste for the royal family, their blame on the Princess was harsh and misdirected. That being said, Fran was not so naive as to think the royalty were faultless. The king had sired no proper heir, with no queen to rule in his stead. No line of succession beyond the title passed down into his daughter who, while kind, was unprepared for the burden of leadership. Untested and now the target of everyone's ire, Fran understood people's hate towards her. But Fran did not hate the princess. She was making the most out of a terrible situation, with the weight of an entire realm on her shoulders. The stress would be unbearable, but just as well the princess would have the means to make the world a better place. And thus Fran put her faith in the princess, and would gladly quest in her name to bring peace and prosperity back to not just the Dale, but their world as well.

After the meeting, Fran received a stipend of 100 gold to assist in her quest. Fran would do some shopping for supplies though the situation the nation was in made useful supplies in unfortunately short supply. Initially she wanted to purchase some armor for herself however no blacksmith had any armor ready for her. She would have to commission them which made them immediately useless; Fran can't afford to wait for weeks or months for equipment she needs now. The only place that had armor right now was the royal armory, who's equipment was well outside of Frans budget. This got an exasperated sigh from the warrior. "I can see why there aren't many heroes in these lands. There's no shop to supply any up-and-coming warriors, and only the wealthy and connected can afford the immediacy of basic protection. With the bar so high and minimal standards so low, little wonder why there aren't many adventurers interested in exploring the lands."

Finding regular supplies wasn't any easier. Many rations were worth a day's wages, and even rope was worth half of that. When Fran tried to find some medicine for first aid those were quite more exoe since than last time she was in the city. No doubt that many folks are suffering from sickness and famine now, which makes food and medicine in high demand. This made Fran wonder how anyone manages to get by these days… and chances are they get by the same way Fran does: with violence.

As Fran was buying what supplies she could find she reflected on her day's pasts. Many villages were afflicted with sickness and famine that made their already short supplies thin. And many of these folks were, in turn, a target for bandits. And the unfortunate truth was that many of those bandits were little more than village folks who had turned to steal and raid their neighbors for supplies they needed to feed themselves and their families. Fran was no mage: she could not conjure forth food and water like a cleric could, or make the ground fertile like a druid's magic can. All Fran had to offer was her blade, and even that she couldn't provide forever. But she could offer the next best thing: training. Before she had arrived in the capital Fran had been training villagers in battle, using simple weapons like staves since that was the most ubiquitous. Fran herself was a Polearm Master and was able to teach the basics to the villagers, hopefully able to form a militia to defend their homes. Though Fran also had no doubts that those same villagers may one day use the knowledge she taught them to raid and pillage others. Such was the circle of life.

The next stop was a music shop. However it seems like during the previous fight against those flying monsters, someone had taken the opportunity to loot the store. This just got a tired sigh from Fran. "Even in times of crisis, there are folks who are willing to steal from each other. How does the saying go? 'Loot the burning house?' for shame." Fran does take the time to buy an instrument from the shop, hopefully it'll help them with repairs. A sturdy drum, something she can play to keep herself entertained while traveling but can also be used to signal others during the chaos of battle. Drum signals are important in bigger battles where one might have a hard time hearing things over the sound of things like clashing steel and shouting men. After paying for these supplies, Fran heads out back to the castle.

There was one last place she wanted to shop at, though given the state of the city she has little doubts that it would not end well. She went to check the stables to buy a horse. Ideally a war horse, but she could suffice with a riding mare if that's all they have. Unfortunately her concerns were correct: by the time Fran finished examining the horses available, all that she could buy were draft horses, and at quite a mark up at that. Most of the better horses were already given to knights and messengers, so any available steeds were mere work horses. Fine if Fran had intended to pull a wagon, but these horses were also quite expensive and Fran couldn't afford one, let alone two. "Suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Horses tend to be reserved for mobility anyways. Just goes to show I've still a long way to go before I earn my title." Fran tried not to think too much about how someone with a noble title can't seem to afford much more than her halberd, which she's been using since the days she was a Squire. "Discretion is the better part of valor I suppose. To be able to connect to the common folk I shouldn't be on a high horse."

With most of her shopping done there wasn't much left for Fran to do beyond training. To that end, she will need to get her weapon maintenance. She hates to admit this, but Fran does a terrible job keeping her own equipment in order. Perhaps back when she was a Squire she was far more dutiful about maintaining Sir Astrea's arms and armor, but as a knight Fran had gotten incredibly lazy at it. Sure it still slices, dices, and slashes as it should, but even Fran could feel it's edge full by the day and it's half creaking under the strain of battle. So Frans final stop would be the castle smithy. Perhaps here she can pursue some new armaments, or at least maintain her current weapon.

It did also make Fran wonder: with the economy in shambles as it were, would it help if Fran was able to contribute to it somehow? She has no doubt that they will come across resources in their little adventure. Off the top of her head she can imagine that they will fancy many enemies. And unless they're all Behemoths, she's certain most of them will be mortal folks with arms and armor which could be repaired and repurposed. Because if the 100 gold is all the crown can afford to pay their heroes, Fran will have to find out her own means to acquire wealth and resources. Nothing in this life came for free, and time was money. It would be cheaper for Fran to take what she needs from those who have it, which unfortunately is likely the mentality of the various brigands and bandits that plague the land. But turnabout is fair play, and if those thieves have filthy lucre from stealing from others, than Fran in turn shall make a fortune off them.

Entering the smithie, Fran makes her presence known with a knock on the door and a polite smile. "Hello. I am Sir Francesca Varangian. I wish to leave my weapon here for maintenance. It has served me for many years and it is due for some proper love and care."
Also, just five gold after a week of labor huh? Geez I'm starting to remember why I multiclass. Barely get anything done if you aren't magic. Are healing potions and antitoxins available for purchase? I'm hoping I can make the most out of this coin, otherwise murderhoboing may end up being more cost effective than buying things.
Overall I think dealing with bandits is a good place to start. Deal with the local problem first, maybe even find equient we can use off of them.
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