That'd work, if the PW wizards can handle Annalise's personality for a whole day.
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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
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Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
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So I probably should explain to lessen some confusion. Annalise was in the care of Frenzy Plant for about two weeks as a C-rank wizard after she was rescued in Onibus town. She's technically an NPC, not my character, but during the course of her job I'll be playing as her. Her job's going to be a fairly long one, so if there's a time skip about to happen, don't get it started.
Aw, no reaction to the revelation that there is a piece of glass in Annalise's head, t2wave? Ariel did read the flier, didn't she?
WHY ARE THERE NO POSTS?
For me, I'm totally waiting for other people, namely your new edit and Cirus.
From what little I've played, it seems like that rather than items, heroes get attributes unique to them and their abilities, and that all members of a team share a single XP pool.
Personally, I prefer Smite.
Personally, I prefer Smite.
How's that for ya? I'll let you decide what's inside, be it mages or more swordmen, your choice.
Works for me. Just make sure you go back and iron out and capitalization or spelling typos. And honestly I'd prefer numbers to be spelled out, 'seven' instead of '7'.
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Though among the trunks of the shadowed wood there lurked many ferocious monsters, an entirely different beast altogether hovered higher than the leaves. From her height Clotho scanned the village, identifying each structure and its purpose as she decided which of her minions might do the best where. Her thoughts were interrupted for a time by the squeaking of the kobold below, who fancied himself a tactician. Unlike the majority of her compatriots, Clotho willingly considered his plan of action, though she had little respect for Twitch in truth. Deadliness in battle and a sharp intellect were not mutually exclusive, no; Cloth embodied them both. Though she aspired to a leadership position among the Master's throng as much as she suspected Twitch did, she willingly conceded that his plan would serve the group well, if only there were more to listen.
As the mass of monsters, demons, and other servants of the Master surged forth, whether to set up a destructive spell, entertain themselves with pointless manipulations of the doomed townsfolk, or otherwise get ready to rampage, Clotho descended to Twitch's side on gossamer wings. Rather than touching the ground beside the kobold, she hovered in the air, her wings moving too quickly to be seen by any but the sharpest of eyes. “I get the feeling,” she chirped in a vibrating voice, “That few of our supposed allies will obey you. Their loss...it is a fine plan. One that I wished I had come up with, but I am more proficient as a field commander. You may rely on me and mine to form team Execute. Hunt well.”
With that, Clotho zipped off into the hamlet. Behind her shot a steady trail of hornets and flies, barely able to keep up with the fastest member of the Master's horde as she made a beeline for the village's sole manor. She dived through its window, reducing the wooden shutters to a deluge of splinters, and slid across the floor when she touched down. The nobles within the building, the hamlet's mayor and his two brothers, were at first nowhere to be seen. Drawn by the noise, however, one of the men poked his head around an interior corner, and within a flash Clotho's compound eyes had located her prey. With uncanny speed, she flicked the fingers of her left hand, and a blur shot out to smack into the brother's forehead. The shape resolved itself to be a gruesome, slimy, black leech, which wasted no time in attaching itself to the man's forehead and starting to suck. Yelping in surprise, he stumbled back, and Clotho appeared behind him, darting more quickly than seemed possible. She pulled her barbed rapier from her back and with very little ceremony impaled the man through his neck, instantly and mercifully killing him, and preventing him from being conscious of the resulting mess when she pulled her weapon out. A cry from upstairs announced that her insects were swarming around another man, and Clotho sped upstairs to meet him. Though this man had a sword in hand, he was afforded no space to use it thanks to the bugs biting him en masse. Still, Clotho fancied a challenge, and smacked his sword around several times as if he were actually fencing. “No, no, no,” she chided, flicking her wrist and sending the man's sword into the wall with a thud. “You're leaving yourself wide open.” Into the helpless man's torso went the rapier, and when she pulled it out in a visceral shower that left the brother wide open indeed, she found his heart caught on the barb. “Most girls only dream of winning a rich man's heart. Lucky me.”
The drone of flies in her ear transmitted the location of the mayor to her—the library. With great haste Clotho flitted down to it, zooming in through the open doors and bashing through the closed. A few seconds later, she'd arrived in the library, but before she ran her rapier through the back of the man's chair, she felt an odd presence in the place. Her brilliant green, compound eyes narrowed on a suspicious patch of shadow, one so thick as to seem almost alive. “Umbra,” she chittered, modulating her own voice to a frequency too high for the human to hear. She gave an unintelligible command to her insects, who began the process of seeking the manor's valuables and ferreting them away. “And here I thought I'd have all the fun. Are you going to finish this man before the villagers revolt, or do I need to put off the elimination of the clergymen to do your job for you?”
As the mass of monsters, demons, and other servants of the Master surged forth, whether to set up a destructive spell, entertain themselves with pointless manipulations of the doomed townsfolk, or otherwise get ready to rampage, Clotho descended to Twitch's side on gossamer wings. Rather than touching the ground beside the kobold, she hovered in the air, her wings moving too quickly to be seen by any but the sharpest of eyes. “I get the feeling,” she chirped in a vibrating voice, “That few of our supposed allies will obey you. Their loss...it is a fine plan. One that I wished I had come up with, but I am more proficient as a field commander. You may rely on me and mine to form team Execute. Hunt well.”
With that, Clotho zipped off into the hamlet. Behind her shot a steady trail of hornets and flies, barely able to keep up with the fastest member of the Master's horde as she made a beeline for the village's sole manor. She dived through its window, reducing the wooden shutters to a deluge of splinters, and slid across the floor when she touched down. The nobles within the building, the hamlet's mayor and his two brothers, were at first nowhere to be seen. Drawn by the noise, however, one of the men poked his head around an interior corner, and within a flash Clotho's compound eyes had located her prey. With uncanny speed, she flicked the fingers of her left hand, and a blur shot out to smack into the brother's forehead. The shape resolved itself to be a gruesome, slimy, black leech, which wasted no time in attaching itself to the man's forehead and starting to suck. Yelping in surprise, he stumbled back, and Clotho appeared behind him, darting more quickly than seemed possible. She pulled her barbed rapier from her back and with very little ceremony impaled the man through his neck, instantly and mercifully killing him, and preventing him from being conscious of the resulting mess when she pulled her weapon out. A cry from upstairs announced that her insects were swarming around another man, and Clotho sped upstairs to meet him. Though this man had a sword in hand, he was afforded no space to use it thanks to the bugs biting him en masse. Still, Clotho fancied a challenge, and smacked his sword around several times as if he were actually fencing. “No, no, no,” she chided, flicking her wrist and sending the man's sword into the wall with a thud. “You're leaving yourself wide open.” Into the helpless man's torso went the rapier, and when she pulled it out in a visceral shower that left the brother wide open indeed, she found his heart caught on the barb. “Most girls only dream of winning a rich man's heart. Lucky me.”
The drone of flies in her ear transmitted the location of the mayor to her—the library. With great haste Clotho flitted down to it, zooming in through the open doors and bashing through the closed. A few seconds later, she'd arrived in the library, but before she ran her rapier through the back of the man's chair, she felt an odd presence in the place. Her brilliant green, compound eyes narrowed on a suspicious patch of shadow, one so thick as to seem almost alive. “Umbra,” she chittered, modulating her own voice to a frequency too high for the human to hear. She gave an unintelligible command to her insects, who began the process of seeking the manor's valuables and ferreting them away. “And here I thought I'd have all the fun. Are you going to finish this man before the villagers revolt, or do I need to put off the elimination of the clergymen to do your job for you?”
You know I think Sgt. Hammer here is totally Marcus' sister.
Funnily enough, I thought the same thing the first time I booted up Heroes of the Storm, unfortunately I lost interest too quickly to gauge my thought's accuracy by playing as her. Have you played Heroes?
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By the way, there are a lot of conversations in here that are absolutely not inclusive, so if you'd drop tat argument please, I'd be happy. Another thing: I thought OOC to have fun in while you're not doing anything in the IC. Like, getting to know the other people you're RP'ing with and stuff.
I was in an RP for 2 or more years and considered the people, who I played with, rather good friends. I would love to say the same of you guys when this RP continues for more and more months.
Inclusive was a final thing to apply to the conversation if it was not either fun or interesting. For instance, asking everyone what their favorite book is, while maybe not fun or interesting for everyone, is at least something that everyone can do--therefore inclusive. OOC is indeed good for getting to know other people. I do not classify back-and-forth with only one other person consisting more of OOC-RPing than actual exchange of facts as such.
I'm open to friends, to suggestion, and even to nonsense. However, said nonsense must be in small doses, however fun it might be. It's in the rules.
7. Excessive off-topic conversation will be met with unhappy frowns. Should that happen, there will be frowns all around.
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All those years of designing battle maps in DnD are finally paying off somewhere else! 1 level 1 party of uh... 16 challenge rating 1/2 coming up. Bandits and Taene? Shouldn't be too hard to throw down maybe 2 bandits each each... give them some cover, varying weapon types... God this is like the perfect thing for me.
EDIT: Do I need to get a pic of the map? like a crude map of the place?
If you like, and if Kel can sketch on wyvern-back.
I'm glad the person I picked for this is happy to be doing so! Lucky day for both of us, eh?
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