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rush99999
ForsytheAlright, I guess we don't do the level of craziness and despair of the Mist. But I am still interested in the concept either way and would love to see this get started.
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Thanks for pointing out that error. Apparently I had forgotten about that character aspect in the time between reading the posts and writing my own. I've edited the post to say there was only one voice and it wasn't coming from the Spore.
Thanks for pointing out that error. Apparently I had forgotten about that character aspect in the time between reading the posts and writing my own. I've edited the post to say there was only one voice and it wasn't coming from the Spore.
Got my first post up. Ended up being slightly longer than I planned.
Phaid easily navigated through the twisting flooded caverns of the Everdark, years of practise clearly evident. For many generations now, the Bullywugs had lived among this submerged architecture, calling it their home, a place in the dungeon for only the frog-kin. Phaid was a proud Bullywug, viewing himself as an alpha among his clan, the rightful lord of these depths. As such he had no problem eating something without sharing it among his kin.
And that is exactly what he did as he leaped out of the water. A small rat had barely enough time to even squeak as Phaid opened his jaws, easily encompassing the rodent. With a loud crunch, Phaid broke the rat in half, his powerful jaws grinding it up enough so that he could swallow. With one last gulp, Phaid completely downed the rodent, sending it to his digestive track. Phaid then wiped away what little blood from his meal that had gotten on his face.
While Phaid always enjoyed the taste of rat meat, the one he had just consumed had been on the smaller end. The Bullywug did not feel full, his tongue salivating at the idea of having one more rat. Unfortunately, Phaid did not see anymore rats around the pool. With his one good eye, Phaid looked down the tunnel, the only light coming from some bio luminescent fungi that clung to the walls and glowed a bright blue. While he didn’t see anything dangerous, he did know that he was near the edge of his clan’s territory. But the primal feeling of hunger overtook Phaid, as he threw logic to the wind.
With wet steps, Phaid began walking down the tunnel. He figured that he would only be a few minutes, and that his clan would be safe without the protection of their Puddle Knight. But Phaid kept his short sword on himself just in case he wasn’t safe. With a hand kept on his blade’s hilt, Phaid left the familiar tunnels of his people and into the bigger part of the Everdark.
Phaid attempted to keep walking forward as he didn’t want to get lost. He had heard stories of Bullywugs who had travelled too far and were forever lost, dying from exhaustion unless the creatures of the dungeon got to them first. It was with those phantom creatures in mind that Phaid stopped when he heard a voice. The Bullywug quickly dropped to one knee and began to listen. Whatever was making that noise didn’t sound that large to Phaid, so he ruled out the worst possibilities like a troll or ogre.
But then Phaid thought of what if it was a smaller creature. He had heard tales of giant Bullywugs eating Kobold babies, apparently being a delicious meat. The thought of snacking on one was enough to cause Phaid to slowly approach the voice. As he got closer he saw a being who looked like a giant walking mushroom. Phaid knew of this creature, a gentle being who comes and goes. The mushroom was standing next to some kind of small furred animal wearing clothes, apparently the one who was speaking. Phaid didn’t know what to make of him, until he mentioned helping with ailments.
Even to a Bullywug, Phaid understood that as a code word for herbs and mixtures. While he wasn’t supposed to waste trade items for frivolous things, Phaid had in the past partaken in some psychedelic plants. It helped liven up Phaid’s mundane life. Deciding to be bold, Phaid approached the pair, his hand still on the hilt of his sword.
“Excuse me small mammal. Would you perhaps be selling the mind warping flower?” Phaid asked as he sized up the medicine man.
[Interactions with: @Moon Man @SleepingSilence]
And that is exactly what he did as he leaped out of the water. A small rat had barely enough time to even squeak as Phaid opened his jaws, easily encompassing the rodent. With a loud crunch, Phaid broke the rat in half, his powerful jaws grinding it up enough so that he could swallow. With one last gulp, Phaid completely downed the rodent, sending it to his digestive track. Phaid then wiped away what little blood from his meal that had gotten on his face.
While Phaid always enjoyed the taste of rat meat, the one he had just consumed had been on the smaller end. The Bullywug did not feel full, his tongue salivating at the idea of having one more rat. Unfortunately, Phaid did not see anymore rats around the pool. With his one good eye, Phaid looked down the tunnel, the only light coming from some bio luminescent fungi that clung to the walls and glowed a bright blue. While he didn’t see anything dangerous, he did know that he was near the edge of his clan’s territory. But the primal feeling of hunger overtook Phaid, as he threw logic to the wind.
With wet steps, Phaid began walking down the tunnel. He figured that he would only be a few minutes, and that his clan would be safe without the protection of their Puddle Knight. But Phaid kept his short sword on himself just in case he wasn’t safe. With a hand kept on his blade’s hilt, Phaid left the familiar tunnels of his people and into the bigger part of the Everdark.
Phaid attempted to keep walking forward as he didn’t want to get lost. He had heard stories of Bullywugs who had travelled too far and were forever lost, dying from exhaustion unless the creatures of the dungeon got to them first. It was with those phantom creatures in mind that Phaid stopped when he heard a voice. The Bullywug quickly dropped to one knee and began to listen. Whatever was making that noise didn’t sound that large to Phaid, so he ruled out the worst possibilities like a troll or ogre.
But then Phaid thought of what if it was a smaller creature. He had heard tales of giant Bullywugs eating Kobold babies, apparently being a delicious meat. The thought of snacking on one was enough to cause Phaid to slowly approach the voice. As he got closer he saw a being who looked like a giant walking mushroom. Phaid knew of this creature, a gentle being who comes and goes. The mushroom was standing next to some kind of small furred animal wearing clothes, apparently the one who was speaking. Phaid didn’t know what to make of him, until he mentioned helping with ailments.
Even to a Bullywug, Phaid understood that as a code word for herbs and mixtures. While he wasn’t supposed to waste trade items for frivolous things, Phaid had in the past partaken in some psychedelic plants. It helped liven up Phaid’s mundane life. Deciding to be bold, Phaid approached the pair, his hand still on the hilt of his sword.
“Excuse me small mammal. Would you perhaps be selling the mind warping flower?” Phaid asked as he sized up the medicine man.
[Interactions with: @Moon Man @SleepingSilence]
I would be up to playing Risus, that is if there are still people interested. I vaguely recall running a oneshot in person years ago, so I half remember the rules. Honestly I would just want to anything tabletop roleplay related as I haven't in a long time due to COVID.
Would this be anything like the movie the Mist? Because I love that movie and would totally be up for a roleplay that is even slightly like it.
Just finished my character. It seems I'm the only person so far to mix two characters rather than do the child of a pair.
The half-elf felt a twinge of anxiety as another agent engaged him. Avi felt out of his element as the team bonded over dinner. While he could easily through up a facade, Avi knew that it wouldn’t be fair to his teammates. He had a lot of practise at lying, as that was the whole reason the OMR had hired him. He could easily slip into a character, blending into whatever was going on. However, Avi thought that it might be a good idea to try being himself for once. This was proving harder to do as Avi had been undercover so long that he almost forgot what his true self was.
As Scarlet introduced herself, Avi snapped out of his mental ruminations, “My name is Xaviron, illusion caster and often undercover asset. But I suppose that if we are working together, you would better know me as Avi. That’s what everyone back home calls me.”
Scarlet then asked if they had any burgers, which almost caused Avi to chuckle. He supposed some American stereotypes seem to be true. But before he could answer, Amanda jumped in, recommending the Hamburg steak. As Avi sunk back down into his seat, he did admit that it would be a good choice. However, Avi perked back up as the group began discussing where they were from.
Amanda the android was ‘made’ in Utah, which made sense to Avi. After all a secret android production centre would be easier to hide in a state with a smaller population density. Faye then talked about being raised on her family’s estate, hanging out with fairies. This prompted Avi to ask a question.
“Sorry to cut in, but I have a question. I was always told by my magical instructors that the Fairies are leaving this world in large groups. Is there any truth to that? I’ve never met a fairy before to ask and I know you’ve got Fae blood,” questioned Avi.
Michael then began to speak. While Avi had known he was a shaman, he didn’t know that he was part of the official confederacy. Back when Avi was a cop, he often had dealings with the Shaman Confederacy of North America. Usually that meant dealing with unlicensed members who were peddling spells or charms that weren’t regulated. Avi had always held these Shamans in esteem as he knew that they did good work. Then Scarlet, the one who had started this discussion spoke, talking about a simple life in the States. Apparently like Avi, her line of work took her all over the world, which was a genuine perk of working with the OMR.
Avi then realized that it was his turn to talk, “Like I said, you can call me Avi. Born and raised in Vancouver, Canada where I developed my magical skills. While my father’s elven bloodline goes far back, I’m am only a half-elf, as my mother was human. I actually followed in her footsteps initially, going into law enforcement. I was part of the RCMP for several years until an unfortunate incident during the whole chaos of the Abomination coming. But after leaving the RCMP I was scooped up by the OMR. They’ve mostly had me go undercover in the years I’ve been with them, so this kind of mission is something completely new to me.”
Avi then turned to Michael, “I know you mentioned being a part of the Shaman Confederacy of North America, but are you Canadian? Or did I miss it when you spoke? Even if you aren’t though, have you ever been to Vancouver? We have a great Oktoberfest every year that serves this kind of food.”
Once Avi stopped talking, he was surprised by how much he did say. It was probably more at this restaurant then he had said the whole rest of the day. Avi wasn’t sure if he had gotten too personal, but he did note that he had left out his last name. Which was fine for now, he had only known these people for a day. Perhaps as the mission continued, he might try opening up again.
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@Guccicorn
Still around. I've been sick in bed since boxing day (not COVID, I took a test) and haven't been able to work on anything that requires my computer. I've finally felt well enough today to get on my computer and give an update. I hope to finish my character sheet my tomorrow.
Still around. I've been sick in bed since boxing day (not COVID, I took a test) and haven't been able to work on anything that requires my computer. I've finally felt well enough today to get on my computer and give an update. I hope to finish my character sheet my tomorrow.
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