Nytefall@LeeRoy Check out this list to see what you need to be approving ^ provided Alpha is ready anyway, I know Milkman is.
MelonHead
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Mostly given up on this post by post business
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Accepted:
(MelonHead) Liu
(ImportantNobody) Riia
(Enki) Jen
(Divinity) Corban
(Enki) Alex
(Starfall) Xiomara
In Limbo:
(ImportantNobody) Riia (revised)
(Milkman) Hyperion
(Alphakoka) Niks
(MelonHead) Liu
(ImportantNobody) Riia
(Enki) Jen
(Divinity) Corban
(Enki) Alex
(Starfall) Xiomara
In Limbo:
(ImportantNobody) Riia (revised)
(Milkman) Hyperion
(Alphakoka) Niks
Just wondering but can I start posting IC now?
In theory, no, because LeeRoy is being a scrub-lord and keeps missing character sheets. That being said, your character is definitely within the tier boundaries LeeRoy set, so I feel reasonably confident in saying just go for it, you can always iron out any issues later and it's not like the thread is overflowing with players anyway, beggars can't be choosers.
Also, going to say we should probably move accepted characters into the CS deposit, though LeeRoy should probably reserve a post or two in there first for admin shiz.
It's really not that hard to catch-up, I was more than clued in after reading (at this point) seven pages back. The only issue is if you want to have been in the city the whole time, but seriously, if you were a hero during all that stuff kicking off what were you doing, twiddling your thumbs?
Point being, it seems intimidating, but an hour or two of reading and you'll know everything going on with the Pax arc, have some idea what the Cowl is up to and other murderers/Villains, laugh at the awesome Speedster bro and sis team, and peer at Racheli as she gets carried around the place while being infected by an evil space disease.
And in between you get some random instances of giant eldritch creatures and apparently a team of American presidents, not to mention old timey witches and other things I confess to not really understanding.
I picked that up in about two hours, it's definitely not impossible.
Point being, it seems intimidating, but an hour or two of reading and you'll know everything going on with the Pax arc, have some idea what the Cowl is up to and other murderers/Villains, laugh at the awesome Speedster bro and sis team, and peer at Racheli as she gets carried around the place while being infected by an evil space disease.
And in between you get some random instances of giant eldritch creatures and apparently a team of American presidents, not to mention old timey witches and other things I confess to not really understanding.
I picked that up in about two hours, it's definitely not impossible.
@MelonHead youre implying I'm a sandbagger arent you?
Don't you have to be good in the first place to be a sandbagger?
:D
The Pandaren’s ears perked up as he slid a glass across the counter to one of his customers. There weren’t many who would so loudly demand the barkeep’s attention, and he recognised the voice of his strangely formed regular at once. Xiomara, the swordsman with the face of a woman. Liu wasn’t one to judge, it wasn’t like he was human himself, after all.
“Calm, calm Xiomara, you will have your liquor.” Liu’s voice was accented with an inflection most resembling some eastern Asian dialects on earth. It was a kind voice, and remarkably it was not yet marked with the edge of drunkenness. Apparently the Pandaren hadn’t started sampling his own wares. “And perhaps I will even give you some good advice? Hmm?” The Pandaren gave his approximation of a smile, though it was a little too toothy to be wholly comforting. He delved into the shelves for a moment and had a think, pulling out two dusty bottles with a fiery red motif and placing them on the bar counter before his outspoken customer.
“Firedrake Whiskey, I have a feeling you will like it, Xiomara.” Then, the Panda ducked down one more time and came up with a large keg, planting it on its side on the bar with a thump and then twisting it so the spout was parallel with the counter, and equally accessible for both of them. “And something to wash it down with!” The Pandaren laughed as he flicked two tankards onto the counter, unconsciously popping the cork of his bottle with one clawed thumb. Liu was always looking for an opportunity to drink, but so few customers had the capacity to keep up with him. He poured himself and Xiomara a pint of Doom-bar ale from the keg and then raised both tankard and bottle to the man, assuming he would replicate for an informal toast. Whatever the result, after raising his drinks he’d drink a triple shot measure of the whiskey straight from the bottle and down half his tankard, setting them down with a satisfied sigh.
“Now, what is this about requiring council my friend? Perhaps if I can solve your problem you will finally pay your tab, hmm?” The Pandaren laughed, truly unconcerned about the money. He lived for companionship and fine drink, the business was just a happy means to an end.
“Calm, calm Xiomara, you will have your liquor.” Liu’s voice was accented with an inflection most resembling some eastern Asian dialects on earth. It was a kind voice, and remarkably it was not yet marked with the edge of drunkenness. Apparently the Pandaren hadn’t started sampling his own wares. “And perhaps I will even give you some good advice? Hmm?” The Pandaren gave his approximation of a smile, though it was a little too toothy to be wholly comforting. He delved into the shelves for a moment and had a think, pulling out two dusty bottles with a fiery red motif and placing them on the bar counter before his outspoken customer.
“Firedrake Whiskey, I have a feeling you will like it, Xiomara.” Then, the Panda ducked down one more time and came up with a large keg, planting it on its side on the bar with a thump and then twisting it so the spout was parallel with the counter, and equally accessible for both of them. “And something to wash it down with!” The Pandaren laughed as he flicked two tankards onto the counter, unconsciously popping the cork of his bottle with one clawed thumb. Liu was always looking for an opportunity to drink, but so few customers had the capacity to keep up with him. He poured himself and Xiomara a pint of Doom-bar ale from the keg and then raised both tankard and bottle to the man, assuming he would replicate for an informal toast. Whatever the result, after raising his drinks he’d drink a triple shot measure of the whiskey straight from the bottle and down half his tankard, setting them down with a satisfied sigh.
“Now, what is this about requiring council my friend? Perhaps if I can solve your problem you will finally pay your tab, hmm?” The Pandaren laughed, truly unconcerned about the money. He lived for companionship and fine drink, the business was just a happy means to an end.
@MelonHead
Hue.
I might just make Dunnaman a three dimensional enforcer. Anyone in Shen's Tavern who sits in a corner that is fourth dimensional? Dunnaman shows up and forces them to leave.
Just walks in and cordons off all the corners with glowing red tape.
@MelonHead I was gonna call one in later, I didn't know we needed one from the start.
Yeah you need one from the start, that's basically what makes a ranked fight official, as anyone can -say- a fight is ranked. I suspect some people have been playing fast and loose with this rule, which is bad form, because there's no one looking over fights and making sure people aren't fucking over new guys, to reap up easy pointz.
This is ranked right? Where's your judge?
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Not saying you'll run into any problems, but you're supposed to have one so they can A.OK Rilla when he gets around to sorting things out, so we don't have boosting or anything weird going down.
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Not saying you'll run into any problems, but you're supposed to have one so they can A.OK Rilla when he gets around to sorting things out, so we don't have boosting or anything weird going down.
@Starfall
It would be funnier if I haven't had to grade profiles that approximate that image -- or are worse than it by several orders of magnitude -- for past events.
/ten thousand yard stare
The shit I've seen.
I'm sadly reminded of the lengths I went to in order to help some new people in the Arena multiverse a couple years back. Some of those characters...
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