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NorthernGR
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STATUS: Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs* 8 yrs ago
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Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs*
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9 yrs ago
Hey you, yeah, you. You're a cool person, and I hope you have a good day/night/evening.
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9 yrs ago
I have returned to Guild, and so restarts the timer until I vanish without a word once again. As is tradition.
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10 yrs ago
*Looking at first post I ever made on RPG, it was 2 years ago.* HOW! HOW HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG!! WHAT!! HOW?!
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10 yrs ago
Heeelp... Dragon... Age origins... consuming.. SOUL... and....FREE TIME!!
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Either you're very bored or I'm very late to a post if you're checking my profile, either way, I am sorry.
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While the Dwarf was talking to Dirion he was finally able to look around him to see Busker. The man was lying in a pool of blood, but Dirion couldn't see any wound. He didn't know where the little man got his hands on a potion, but wherever he got it from it seemed to be doing some good.
The Dwarf told Dirion to guard Busker and Wink. To be honest Dirion was already planning on doing so, but it put him on ease to know the man didn't wish either of them harm. The Dwarf huddled past Dirion and ran out back into the fray. And though even though Dirion was not much of a religious man he gave a small prayer for him. Would be horrible to think of someone missing him out of the corner of their eye and lopping off his head.
Dirion danced around the puddle of blood and crouched behind the bar next to Wink. He gave a good scan, well as good a scan you can give intoxicated, over Busker. He still couldn't find any sort of wounds and the the old dog was starting to look better every second. Dirion turned his gaze to Wink. Now, normally Dirion could claim being quite skilled at reading people when he had his wits about him. And from time to time he would claim that he could talk down a charging bull. Sadly, he did not have his wits about him. All Dirion could really tell was that Wink was, well quite obviously, upset.
Wanting to try and ease her mind Dirion started turning the gears in his mind for something to say. The only thing he managed to come up with was, 'And here I though I wouldn't have to pay my tab.' Normally a joke would lighten people's hearts. But this joke would just get Dirion mauled by young Wink he guessed.
Giving up on saying anything very meaningful Dirion just said, "Are you okay?" And for the first time he realized just how loud it was in the Dog. He could barely hear his own voice leave his throat. And he had little hope that Wink could hear him either. Everyone was yelling and there was an unearthly rumbling shaking throughout the entire tavern.
Dirion this time yelled, "Are you okay?!" At Wink. Though it was still hard to hear he was confident she would hear him this time.
As he was waiting for her to respond a tankard fell off the bar. Dirion looked up to see many of the mugs, cups, and other forms of liquid holders shaking on the edge of the bar. A hair's length from falling off and crashing into the defenseless body of Dirion and Wink. He paused for a moment thinking of what to do, but that second was long enough for the glasses to come falling down. He shifted over Wink to try and cover her and felt himself get beaten by weighty tankards.
In front of him, towards to back of the bar now. Dirion could both see and hear Busker's few more expensive bottles of spirits crashing to the ground. Broken shards littered the floor all around Busker. As far as Dirion could tell none of it had hit him. He hoped he was right.
While the avalanche of cups began to cease and the bottles of alcohol continued to fall Dirion had only two thoughts in his mind. One? He was going to be feeling those tankards in the morning. And two? There was probably some ironic message to Dirion about the evil of drinking, what with him being assaulted by ale and ale equipment. The gods certainly had an odd sense of humor.
@Mokley
The Dwarf told Dirion to guard Busker and Wink. To be honest Dirion was already planning on doing so, but it put him on ease to know the man didn't wish either of them harm. The Dwarf huddled past Dirion and ran out back into the fray. And though even though Dirion was not much of a religious man he gave a small prayer for him. Would be horrible to think of someone missing him out of the corner of their eye and lopping off his head.
Dirion danced around the puddle of blood and crouched behind the bar next to Wink. He gave a good scan, well as good a scan you can give intoxicated, over Busker. He still couldn't find any sort of wounds and the the old dog was starting to look better every second. Dirion turned his gaze to Wink. Now, normally Dirion could claim being quite skilled at reading people when he had his wits about him. And from time to time he would claim that he could talk down a charging bull. Sadly, he did not have his wits about him. All Dirion could really tell was that Wink was, well quite obviously, upset.
Wanting to try and ease her mind Dirion started turning the gears in his mind for something to say. The only thing he managed to come up with was, 'And here I though I wouldn't have to pay my tab.' Normally a joke would lighten people's hearts. But this joke would just get Dirion mauled by young Wink he guessed.
Giving up on saying anything very meaningful Dirion just said, "Are you okay?" And for the first time he realized just how loud it was in the Dog. He could barely hear his own voice leave his throat. And he had little hope that Wink could hear him either. Everyone was yelling and there was an unearthly rumbling shaking throughout the entire tavern.
Dirion this time yelled, "Are you okay?!" At Wink. Though it was still hard to hear he was confident she would hear him this time.
As he was waiting for her to respond a tankard fell off the bar. Dirion looked up to see many of the mugs, cups, and other forms of liquid holders shaking on the edge of the bar. A hair's length from falling off and crashing into the defenseless body of Dirion and Wink. He paused for a moment thinking of what to do, but that second was long enough for the glasses to come falling down. He shifted over Wink to try and cover her and felt himself get beaten by weighty tankards.
In front of him, towards to back of the bar now. Dirion could both see and hear Busker's few more expensive bottles of spirits crashing to the ground. Broken shards littered the floor all around Busker. As far as Dirion could tell none of it had hit him. He hoped he was right.
While the avalanche of cups began to cease and the bottles of alcohol continued to fall Dirion had only two thoughts in his mind. One? He was going to be feeling those tankards in the morning. And two? There was probably some ironic message to Dirion about the evil of drinking, what with him being assaulted by ale and ale equipment. The gods certainly had an odd sense of humor.
@Mokley
Okay so I had unexpected company today so that threw things off. Will get my post out first thing in the morning. Currently 2am here.
@Mokley If I don't have a post out in 8-10 hours start yelling at me if ya want.
@Mokley If I don't have a post out in 8-10 hours start yelling at me if ya want.
@Mokley I was gonna get one more post out. I'll get that done soon.
It's okay everyone! Let's just go to The Bawdy Dog, have a pint, and wait for all this to blow over.
... oh wait.
... oh wait.
Sorry that took me so long. I am easily distracted by shiny moving objects.
With every crash of Fate's fearsome hammers into the cobbled floor Dirion's life flashed before him, faster and faster. His eyes were glued to the hammers as they sped towards him, leaving fearsome holes and cracks in the stone where they had missed. He was still prone on the ground, shuffling around like a cornered mouse.
Dirion's retreat from Fate was cut off when his back bumped into something hard and as far as he could tell quite unmovable. Though he had nary a clue to what it was in his state, it was in fact, a wall. His heart leapt into his throat when he realized he had no where else to go. Instinctively he put his arms up to protect himself from the coming harm, little it would do him, and tried to take solace in the fact that he may be seeing Brigen soon...... and that he wouldn't have to pay his tab to Busker.
With his eyes screwed shut waited for the inevitable. Instead he received an ear piercing shriek that ran throughout the whole room, forcing his eyes back open in surprise. He moved to clasp his hands over his ears, but it felt like he was moving through molasses. While again he may have been drunker than he thought, he found that a second later he couldn't move at all.
Dirion shifted his eyes upwards to look at Fate. He saw a mangled mess of hair and limbs. Her face had become deformed but Dirion thought he could see quite a bit of anger in her. Luckily, she too was frozen. Mouth open in a silent snarl.
He shifted his gaze from Fate to where the drow had just stood a second before. But now? Nothing. In a panic Dirion eyes looked in a frenzy for the drow, for fear that she would slit his throat any moment. But his eyes did not find her. Instead they found the young noble that he had struck with his knife. The boy began to walk towards the bar, and as he got closer Dirion tried desperately to speak, too say he was sorry, to beg for help. But nothing came out. Dirion could only plead with his eyes.
The boy took a drink from Dirion's ruined tankard and walked away. Apparently their was still some left in it. Normally Dirion would be upset with someone stealing his drink. But, considering he had wounded the boy he could forgive him this time. The boy continued to walk around the tavern. Doing all sorts of nonsensical things like throwing a cloth over the bleeding bard's face and resting himself in a women's... Ahem.
Continuing to fight for the ability to move Dirion began to feel his fingers and toes twitch, then he could bend them, next came his hands and his feet, then his arms and legs, before finally he had regained control over all of his body.
Suddenly the door to the Dog slammed open. Apparently Busker had regained the ability to move also. He yelled at a level that Dirion had only heard a small handful of times since his time at the Dog. "EVERYONE OUT!" He heard from behind the bar. "Leave your money on the tables and get out of my establishment!" That would be a problem. Dirion was quite nearly broke. No where near enough to pay his debt off. "Take your injured with you, I --" And then... he stopped. Save from a bloodcurdling rasping and gurgling noise that sounded a lot like Busker. That and a scream from Wink.
Dirion looked to see masked men standing in the front of the Dog. They were all holding weapons of some sort and wearing strange gold masks. The patrons of the bar all stood still for a moment. Before a tornado of action overtook the entire building. It was too much for Dirion's drunken mind to keep up with. He knew people were attacking other people and that was about it.
A raspy breath from Busker caught Dirion's attention. He turned his head to see a dwarf running behind the bar. Dirion knew he would be useless fighting. Would just trip onto the enemy's sword and kill himself for them. But there was something he could do. He got to his feet how you would imagine a drunk would: Inefficient and clumsy.
Once on his feet Dirion scrambled around the bar to the other side. With his words still somewhat slurred he said, "Is Busker okay?!. To no one in particular. Once he took a second to breath he saw Busker lying on the floor and Wink crouched behind the bar. The Dwarf was standing in front of Dirion and blocking him from checking Busker. He could see blood!
He turned his head to Wink and asked,"Wink? Are- Are you okay? Is Busker.. Dirion asked. He looked back at the Dwarf with fear in his eyes. "Is Busker okay!? He yelled down at the Dwarf. If he didn't answer him quickly Dirion was going to shove him out of the way. He hadn't even seen the man before. For all he knew he did it!
@Tricheus @Mokley
Dirion's retreat from Fate was cut off when his back bumped into something hard and as far as he could tell quite unmovable. Though he had nary a clue to what it was in his state, it was in fact, a wall. His heart leapt into his throat when he realized he had no where else to go. Instinctively he put his arms up to protect himself from the coming harm, little it would do him, and tried to take solace in the fact that he may be seeing Brigen soon...... and that he wouldn't have to pay his tab to Busker.
With his eyes screwed shut waited for the inevitable. Instead he received an ear piercing shriek that ran throughout the whole room, forcing his eyes back open in surprise. He moved to clasp his hands over his ears, but it felt like he was moving through molasses. While again he may have been drunker than he thought, he found that a second later he couldn't move at all.
Dirion shifted his eyes upwards to look at Fate. He saw a mangled mess of hair and limbs. Her face had become deformed but Dirion thought he could see quite a bit of anger in her. Luckily, she too was frozen. Mouth open in a silent snarl.
He shifted his gaze from Fate to where the drow had just stood a second before. But now? Nothing. In a panic Dirion eyes looked in a frenzy for the drow, for fear that she would slit his throat any moment. But his eyes did not find her. Instead they found the young noble that he had struck with his knife. The boy began to walk towards the bar, and as he got closer Dirion tried desperately to speak, too say he was sorry, to beg for help. But nothing came out. Dirion could only plead with his eyes.
The boy took a drink from Dirion's ruined tankard and walked away. Apparently their was still some left in it. Normally Dirion would be upset with someone stealing his drink. But, considering he had wounded the boy he could forgive him this time. The boy continued to walk around the tavern. Doing all sorts of nonsensical things like throwing a cloth over the bleeding bard's face and resting himself in a women's... Ahem.
Continuing to fight for the ability to move Dirion began to feel his fingers and toes twitch, then he could bend them, next came his hands and his feet, then his arms and legs, before finally he had regained control over all of his body.
Suddenly the door to the Dog slammed open. Apparently Busker had regained the ability to move also. He yelled at a level that Dirion had only heard a small handful of times since his time at the Dog. "EVERYONE OUT!" He heard from behind the bar. "Leave your money on the tables and get out of my establishment!" That would be a problem. Dirion was quite nearly broke. No where near enough to pay his debt off. "Take your injured with you, I --" And then... he stopped. Save from a bloodcurdling rasping and gurgling noise that sounded a lot like Busker. That and a scream from Wink.
Dirion looked to see masked men standing in the front of the Dog. They were all holding weapons of some sort and wearing strange gold masks. The patrons of the bar all stood still for a moment. Before a tornado of action overtook the entire building. It was too much for Dirion's drunken mind to keep up with. He knew people were attacking other people and that was about it.
A raspy breath from Busker caught Dirion's attention. He turned his head to see a dwarf running behind the bar. Dirion knew he would be useless fighting. Would just trip onto the enemy's sword and kill himself for them. But there was something he could do. He got to his feet how you would imagine a drunk would: Inefficient and clumsy.
Once on his feet Dirion scrambled around the bar to the other side. With his words still somewhat slurred he said, "Is Busker okay?!. To no one in particular. Once he took a second to breath he saw Busker lying on the floor and Wink crouched behind the bar. The Dwarf was standing in front of Dirion and blocking him from checking Busker. He could see blood!
He turned his head to Wink and asked,"Wink? Are- Are you okay? Is Busker.. Dirion asked. He looked back at the Dwarf with fear in his eyes. "Is Busker okay!? He yelled down at the Dwarf. If he didn't answer him quickly Dirion was going to shove him out of the way. He hadn't even seen the man before. For all he knew he did it!
@Tricheus @Mokley
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Reporting in from advanced.
So I too think I have a character concept in mind. I'm planning on making a journalist/reporter. But I'm running it by you real quick just in case because of the "Participant Disclosure Agreement" and because in the original post you said that the scientist would be selecting people who thought the letter was completely for real and weren't going to ask questions.
So I too think I have a character concept in mind. I'm planning on making a journalist/reporter. But I'm running it by you real quick just in case because of the "Participant Disclosure Agreement" and because in the original post you said that the scientist would be selecting people who thought the letter was completely for real and weren't going to ask questions.
@NorthernGR
Also, she decided not to keep going after Dirion as she likes to play with her food and the scavengers looked like much more fun. :)
Yeah I saw that! I'm writing for everything I've missed (which is a lot) and I just needed to know at the beginning if he would be:
A. Freaking not knowing what in world was happening.
or B. Freaking out because he just realized Fate is going werewolf and he is going to become kibble. (Well, was.)
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Fine by me. This would have probably been my first jump into the much dreaded advanced section so I am cool with in-between heh.
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