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    1. Mistiel 7 yrs ago

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5 yrs ago
I have come up with the ultimate pansexual name! Drum roll please! Roryana. You can thank me later.
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5 yrs ago
TFW you realize your SW character somehow turned into an anime character. I didn't even use an anime avatar. Damn you Japan! Freaking brainwashed me.
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5 yrs ago
Look away, look away. My profile will ruin your evening, your whole life, and your day. Every single pixel is nothing but dismay, so look away, look away, Look Away!
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5 yrs ago
Ghost mode disabled.
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5 yrs ago
As of the end of March, I'll be a fully trained 5e dungeonmaster. Gird your loins, termagants and knaves!
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Have you ever been in a salt mine? The floors are salt, the walls are salt. Everywhere your eyes linger, the coarse grains filter through the air. Dry, dry is the air. Drier still when thou doth realize their fate is but a line in the salt on the floor, nary a toe to smudge or water to dissolve it utterly. How parched is your tongue now, dear jester?

I'm just gonna leave this here.....for inspiration. I've never actually even seen the actual movie. GLHF :)


I have absolutely no shame (but Voyager's theme is FAR better).
Ceria was stunned as the cube collapsed and Daisy remained, quite literally smoking. Ceria thought back to only minutes before when she had grabbed the effervescent tiefling's arm to warn her about staying with the group. Daisy's last words to her rang hollow in her pointed ears and made her head swim: " "I'm not a child anymore. I've done this before, and there was no real threat until now, and no guarantee of one still. Risk is part of life! How else does one make a name for themselves?"

The elf numbly walked over to the tiefling and sank to her knees. She knew of no remedy for the other woman as tears slid freely down her face. Just as the tiefling's rigor mortis was starting, she whispered: "That's why I said don't go so far ahead. I'll miss you Daisy. Atra du evarínya ono varda, fricai" (May the stars watch over you, friend.) When the tiefling's chest gave a final heave and lay still, the elf slowly stood up, staring blankly ahead, knuckles white from clenching the bow so hard. Chip, sensing his friend's sorrow, appeared from her pack and scampered down to cuddle up on Daisy's body.

Ceria Verkorcoran ran. She ran back the way they had come, not giving a literal rat's ass about the hole in the wall. Not caring if she ran into more fish people. There had been too much loss for the still-young elf this day. She could no longer cope with it all.

Though it took her time, she ran all the way up the up the stairs, through the cathedral and back through town toward the inn, unable to look at the stupid anti-elvish slur over the door. The door was open though, warm light spilling across the ground. Ceria hardly noticed that it was nighttime, barely even registered the bawdy singing and nightly festivities from inside the tavern. She had run for nearly half an hour, chest heaving, eyes red and wet brimming with brine.

She passed a random drunk outside on the street too drunk to notice his surroundings and she snatched up his half-finished beer tankard without him even stirring. The hard liquor was down her gullet a split second later as she tossed the mug aside with a thunderous crash into the side of a building across from the tavern.

The elf, with a cold, blind rage in her eyes, nocked an arrow from her remaining quiver of thirteen and sent that thirteenth arrow flying at the first living, non-human thing she saw: some sort of livestock wandering in the street (Atk: 15 / Dmg: 10 )

She left whatever it was in pain and ran around behind the inn. Sinking to the ground, the tears fell fast and loose and she absolutely bawled, whimpering and sobbing into her arms which were folded across her knees now. Her bow lay on the ground next to her, her quiver with the remaining twelve arrows pressing roughly into her back. All of these details were lost as the elf cried, and cried, and cried some more. First Arthera left her for petty reasons, and now Daisy, the life of their little group, had suddenly just died out of the blue. Ceria couldn't believe it. What the hell was the purpose of being in a party the size of theirs if people still died? She'd almost died herself today because of that stupid dodgy drake. Her world was in shambles. Worst. Day. Ever.


Hope you actually get this thing off the ground. The only other RP I'm participating in is my lovely D&D group. I'm in the Pacific Standard time zone. Also, yes, Lilx is a wee young for a Betazoid, and I coatally wasn't meshing the hologram Robert Picardo doctor with Deanna Troi in my head. I am open to making some slight changes as needed. I originally designed this charrie so that she was still in Academy phase (even though she was ridiculously overqualified). Once you've gotten a decent-sized crew assembled, I'll add on to the history any relevant bits about how she got on the ship.

Additionally, if an aspiring Photoshop user out there somehow got an urge to put Alona Tal in a Starfleet (either Voyager or TNG) medical officer uniform, then that person would be awesome. Having our ship be of Voyager-class but take place after the Janeway disappearance and/or after the Dominion War would also be fantastic!

Being in a party is making me go soft, Ceria chided herself as she belatedly caught a flicker of Yvah's tail slithering over some rubble to the west of the intersecting corridors. The words echoed some of the arguments that Arthera had made to her on quiet nights around their crude fire pits out in the wild. Ceria snapped out of her reverie by the sounds of a scuffle off in the direction Yvah went.

Araerys's hand motion barely registered with Ceria as the thoroughbred elf girl fast overtook the halfblood one, abandoning stealth for haste. With all the noise they had made at this point, stealth was almost a fruitless exercise. Besides, clambering up the rubble pile like she was headed for, stealth was a fruitless exercise among so many loosely packed stones. That and surely any people they encountered who were hostile had long since heard or even felt their presence. The unnerving feeling like she was being watched made Ceria's spine tingle as she made to retrace Yvah's exact route through the rubble, bow in hand with her quiver and pack with Chip inside jostling a bit against her back.
Ceria turned around from her position in the hall at the sound of MORE shattering glass. "Would you keep it down in there people?" she hissed. Turning back around to face the hallway's intersection, she mutters more to herself but still audible to anyone who cares. "Oh sure! Let's just invite more dragons and fish people to come try to lop our heads off for the THIRD time! I LOVE nearly getting burnt to a crisp!" Another foot stamp, but this time she had the presence of mind to merely kick her toe into the stone instead of the louder heel part of her foot. The dull thud of the force of impact was therapeutic and she used the pain to focus on guarding.
Ceria seemed taken aback by Daisy's perceived saucy disregard for the warning. "Well sor-ry then. Just looking out for you," she muttered at the plant lady's back as the elf trudged behind after a minute delay, rather deflated, to resume a post just outside the room. She took it upon herself to keep an arrow nocked in case of combat, but kept her bow pointed down with both hands so that she appeared more nonchalant and - hopefully - willing to see reason. It was her hope that some of these merpeople might be more willing to talk things out rather than just blindly start attacking them. Then again, that was probably illogical given whatever unholy purpose they stuffed two humanoids into tanks for.

She shook her head as the fresh memories of the horrid events in the cathedral above washed over her. A few singed strands fell to the floor with the motion, gently reminding the elf that her entire back side was still covered in a fine layer of soot from the drake's fire breath attacks. How had she not noticed the drake at the front of the room? Yes it was tiny, but it was bright red for gods' sake! She was supposed to be the party's expert on creatures and she had nearly fallen victim to one hiding on the floor facefirst. What had she been thinking? She stamped a booted foot angrily on the smooth stone floor beneath her and the sound echoed slightly in front of her. She turned to look over her shoulder into the room and couldn't really make out what was going on, but she frankly couldn't be bothered at the moment. The potential dangers lay behind them for the most part and Ceria would rather be damned to hell than let herself get snuck up on again.
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