Calculus
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3 mos ago
Is the guild glitching? I just saw some kind of weird red message about being a new member..
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3 mos ago
So much for heroics...
3 mos ago
Am... am I the reason why the rps I try to join die?
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4 mos ago
Is a quote really a quote if it's been said by multiple people who weren't quoting each other at the time?
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"Yet still I seek to play. To write and to share the weirdness that I conceive of, with any who will hear."
~An earthbound starfish alien, once upona time.
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The journey had been far better at the start. Gawzarth was happy enough following the Delimbiyr River. And swimming in the Delimbiyr River. And catching fish for his party in the Delimbiyr River. But soon his mood soured, and his efforts to do anything for anyone, even himself, minimized to only what was absolutely necessary.
As they ascended the Sword Hills, his crankiness increased proportionally the cold. When he wasn't angrily snapping at the others out of sheer annoyance with the loss of heat, he was yawning too much or drowsily falling behind step. When a fire was built the massively muscular lizardman stayed close enough to it to nearly cook himself alive. And all of this despite the heavy fur cloak he'd made from the skin of a bear.
With the appearance of actual snow he had nearly raged out, as if the weather was just another enemy who he could fight. And he wished that it was. He would have slain it. Eventually he grew grew jumpy, almost paranoid, as his lethargy increased and he found himself constantly adrift between extremes of half-sleep and hyperalert agitation. Even Kealsha, who he'd known the longest and whose dedication to martial prowess had always earned her a clear respect in the proud tribal warrior's eyes, found herself on the receiving end of the frustrated reptile's aggressive outbursts.
By the time they had reached the tavern at Kazan's Rest, the hulking scaly brute was desperate and bestial as he had ever been. Uncivilized at the best of times, he occasionally lucked into a severe and alien charm which grew on folks. But that version of himself was currently buried beneath layers of exhaustion and extreme discomfort. With all of his fading strength he hurried ahead of the rest of the group at the sudden prospect of warmth.
Like a furious wind, the tall slab of reptilian muscle burst through the door and wordlessly clamored toward the mild fire, growling fiercely at the villagers and making room for himself before it's disappointing flame. He quickly decided that the fire needed more fuel and took it upon himself to add more firewood and using the druidcraft cantrip to ignite it before adding even more wood. He ignored everyone and everything as he single-mindedly focused on his own personal quest for warmth and soon turned the weak fire into a powerful blaze. Squatting before the newly rising flames with hands out he became almost like a statue, soaking in as much heat as he possibly could. Though his tail still subconsciously whipped at the floor like an irritated housecat.
As they ascended the Sword Hills, his crankiness increased proportionally the cold. When he wasn't angrily snapping at the others out of sheer annoyance with the loss of heat, he was yawning too much or drowsily falling behind step. When a fire was built the massively muscular lizardman stayed close enough to it to nearly cook himself alive. And all of this despite the heavy fur cloak he'd made from the skin of a bear.
With the appearance of actual snow he had nearly raged out, as if the weather was just another enemy who he could fight. And he wished that it was. He would have slain it. Eventually he grew grew jumpy, almost paranoid, as his lethargy increased and he found himself constantly adrift between extremes of half-sleep and hyperalert agitation. Even Kealsha, who he'd known the longest and whose dedication to martial prowess had always earned her a clear respect in the proud tribal warrior's eyes, found herself on the receiving end of the frustrated reptile's aggressive outbursts.
By the time they had reached the tavern at Kazan's Rest, the hulking scaly brute was desperate and bestial as he had ever been. Uncivilized at the best of times, he occasionally lucked into a severe and alien charm which grew on folks. But that version of himself was currently buried beneath layers of exhaustion and extreme discomfort. With all of his fading strength he hurried ahead of the rest of the group at the sudden prospect of warmth.
Like a furious wind, the tall slab of reptilian muscle burst through the door and wordlessly clamored toward the mild fire, growling fiercely at the villagers and making room for himself before it's disappointing flame. He quickly decided that the fire needed more fuel and took it upon himself to add more firewood and using the druidcraft cantrip to ignite it before adding even more wood. He ignored everyone and everything as he single-mindedly focused on his own personal quest for warmth and soon turned the weak fire into a powerful blaze. Squatting before the newly rising flames with hands out he became almost like a statue, soaking in as much heat as he possibly could. Though his tail still subconsciously whipped at the floor like an irritated housecat.
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8 mos ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@Rhona W @FalloutJack
Oh, so we're staking out art claims already?
Yeeeesh! why didn't you tell me?
I actually waited to confirm interest until I found some good character art for what I thought a Drafnel would look like
Oh, so we're staking out art claims already?
Yeeeesh! why didn't you tell me?
I actually waited to confirm interest until I found some good character art for what I thought a Drafnel would look like
@Randomguy, That sucks, sorry to see you go. I understand not having time though.
But just a thought, as a story over game mechanics type, if you don't want so much edge, you could always embrace the dull. Instead of an excellently dual-classed slayer of the undead, you could just play a mild mannered, nerdy cleric who's only going after Strahd because of his morals and doesn't necessarily even feel up to the task..? (That is if you did happen to have any wiggle room in your schedule, of course!)
@CajunRobinHood, Sounds good. I've been reworking the end of my character backstory with this in mind and added taking revenge on the Lich as a bond.
@MooiEen that's cool. Your urban background will contrast nicely with MC's savage ways and love of nature.
And I had another thought, what if your character had signed on with a whole other adventuring party who for their first quest took on the Lich in my backstory (maybe some charlatan sold one of them a fake talisman said to give immunity to Lich's or maybe they just didn't know what they were getting into), and the others got slaughtered while our two characters were the only ones to survive and escape and have been traveling together ever since???
But just a thought, as a story over game mechanics type, if you don't want so much edge, you could always embrace the dull. Instead of an excellently dual-classed slayer of the undead, you could just play a mild mannered, nerdy cleric who's only going after Strahd because of his morals and doesn't necessarily even feel up to the task..? (That is if you did happen to have any wiggle room in your schedule, of course!)
@CajunRobinHood, Sounds good. I've been reworking the end of my character backstory with this in mind and added taking revenge on the Lich as a bond.
@MooiEen that's cool. Your urban background will contrast nicely with MC's savage ways and love of nature.
And I had another thought, what if your character had signed on with a whole other adventuring party who for their first quest took on the Lich in my backstory (maybe some charlatan sold one of them a fake talisman said to give immunity to Lich's or maybe they just didn't know what they were getting into), and the others got slaughtered while our two characters were the only ones to survive and escape and have been traveling together ever since???
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