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Did I arrive too late to the party on this one?
Does this take place entirely on Omega? And is it in any way reliant or referencing the series. Aside from the most obvious. From what I can tell the year range you put I. Puts this before the events of the series.
I shall work on my response post haste.
Setting: Original Sci-fi
Your Character- I would really love someone to play the girl pictured below. Despite her tattoo's and punkish attitude i really see her (in the context of this RP) as a sensual person. A very feminine personality. She will be brilliant as well. In all things computer and technology she will be a genius if not a prodigy at manipulation of all things virtual.
cs605322.vk.me/v605322303/3a5f/qJG9bUt..
photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/140630/1..
My Character- He is a soldier. The person YC will be working very closely with and spoilers! Will develop a relationship with.
i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upl..
Sex: yes there will be this included. Our characters will become 'involved' But it wont rule the story. It will be an important tool when it comes to our characterès relationship and building upon it.
Romance (bordering on sappy if possible), Romance will be key. Our characters were selected to work together because they were thought by command to be compatible enough to be good friends or at least exceptional co-workers. I would like to see that play out in the RP. In this vein of thought i love the idea of public affection. Probably done by your character as mine would be very straight laced and looking to maintain the outer illusion that they are not romantically involved. Which is something YC probably finds silly.
Context:
Our characters work for a powerful and iron fisted interstellar empire known as the Praxian republic. It is a military stratocracy mixed with Some socialist ideals. I will happily explain more about my ideas for the Praxian republic but for now all that is need known for context is that they are a fairly brutal empire. They work hard to find and quash any sort of resistance and are quick to label people as terrorists and traitors for relatively minor infractions that might seem 'unpolite' and does not pay proper homage to the state. Quashing terrorist and rebel cells is always something of a challenge because they tend to pop up as fast as they can be executed. Which means the Stern, unflinching trigger fingers of the arbiters law enforcement never get a moments rest.
Of course most citizens live with an ideal, picturesque relationship with their beloved Republic. As it's propoganda machine does a marvelous job of maintaining the illusion of security and equallity for all of it's citizens.
Both within and outside of the Republic's standing military structure are it's special operatives. It's commando units, or even 'black-ops' if you will. The Republic refers to them as Cyphers. Each agent has an additional numerical designation. For example Cypher 6, is one name.
Each Cypher is a highly trained and capable soldier in their own right. To use a multitude of weapons and analytical thinking to carry out their assigned tasks. And those tasks are many. From Political assassinations, to data recovery to sabotage. All manner of dangerous tasks where it is crucial that the Republic leave no trace of it's involvement. These men and woman rarely operate in groups. Sometimes teams of two or three might be assigned to a single task but their purpose is to be a capable solo operative. So their numbers can be spread out as much as possible. But these men and woman, though brave and dangerous still cannot work completely alone.
Each of these field against has their own operator. The person that has the single most constant degree of contact with their assigned Cypher. They are the ones analyzing scans, reading blueprints and schematics of the machines their commando is supposed to destroy. Memorizing the available information and layout of enemy bases. Telling him how to hack certain computers and unlock certain doors. They are the voice in their ear feeding them vital information and advice. Giving encouragement when needed.
They also do all manner of minor things. From making sure the Cypher's armour and equipment are properly tailored for the mission ahead. Requisitioning the right items and diligently studying any and all data relating to the task at hand.
In order to give this kind of advice and be able to act as a second set of eyes, operators are often very intelligent and technically minded people. And your character is no exception. She is incredibly intelligent. Considered a savant in all things computer. She also possesses a very sharp logical mind and a very good memory. This is not to say she does not have flaws. She is very intelligent and very logical yes, but that often means that when things deviate from expected logical norms and paths she is completely out of her element and often struggles to work out how to proceed.
Relationships between operator and agent are very favourable and often very casual. Most are fast friends and comrades, and this is born from a mixture of hard earned trust and aid. For a true team to be successful both the operator and the agent need to have the utmost confidence in each other. The agent needs to be able to trust that their operator is capable of giving sound and solid advice the first time. Where to turn, what wire to cut, etc. Their life is often in the hands of the operator and one missed detail can turn an entire operation balls up really, really quickly.
So command is often loathe to break up a particularly good pairing. The effectiveness of a cohesive team can make all the difference to the outcome of an assignment. Pairings that do not seem to be immediately promising are often broken up and reassigned. Because a bad team can be worse than sending an agent out in the field alone without support.
Now it isn't unknown for certain pairings to becoming a little more than just close working relationships. Sometimes operators and agents can become lovers, And while this wrong and illegal is by every standard and regulation. Command again turns a blind eye and pretends to not notice how the couples look at each other, or the fact that most nights one of them can never be found in their own bed. As long as the operator and agent make the minimal amount of effort to pretend their affair isn't real, and it doesn't begin to inhibit the agent's performance in the field and endanger his life. Than command will put the minimal amount of required effort pretending to enforce fraternization rules.
Plot:
Initially, YC and MC are going to be assigned together. With MC having fallen out with their last operator, he is in need of a knew one. And after reviewing several files for potential candidates yours was selected as the most likely to match well with him. This would be your first time as an operator. Being entirely new to this program. Having been selected because of your incredible talents at computer and virtual engineering. You were approached near the end of your education and offered this opportunity as a career, in leau of serving the standard three year conscription for all civilians.
You are taken, briefed and scooted off in a series of unmarked craft. The top secret nature of your new job is made abundantly clear to you, as is the penalty for betraying the state by revealing the nature of your employment to anyone, even your family.
You are eventually taken to a military warship. A fast and powerful cruiser class warship that has been specially designed and fitted to operate as a mobile command center for dozens of agents and their operators. From this ship they have the means to respond quickly and move where needed to deploy their deadly cargo.
By the time YC arrives the Agent's on board have been tasked with a series of assignments to hunt down various rebel groups and other state labelled terrorists in the local system. These rebels have been a thorn in the side of the republic for a while now. Enough of a thorn that the regular military and republic arbiters (state police) have had little luck in capturing any members or gaining any useful intelligence. They have been a general nuisance but have grown far more bold as of late. They started by being petty criminals. Vandalism of posters and monuments and so forth. They assaulted the occasional arbiter but the few months have seen a sudden surge of direct and often violent activity. They now attack supply and munition convoys instead of statues. And arbiters and soldiers now have to patrol the streets in larger squads to make themselves less easy of a target.
The situation is threatening to get out of hand. So Republic command has decided to fight fire with fire and deploy some of it's operatives try and cut these acts of rebellion off. And put a bullet into each of their leaders heads. No easy task as these rebels have been putting up a very organized and effective resistance. Not to mention they hide their tracks well and often dispensary without a trace once they hit their target.
But that is the short term. In the long term I want the our characters to be faced with a series of events that spirals out of control and eventually labels them as traitors. Or they make the conscious decision to become traitors and rebels of their own violation. They find some piece of information, learn something so unpleasant, if not disgusting in scale and scope that it turns their entire view of their beloved Republic on it's head. What that even could be is up to us to decide. But it will drive us into exile from our old lives and force us to make friends with the same rebels MC hunted like rats earlier.
Notes:
Alright. So how I personally envision the working space of an operator Think along these lines.
s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fb/a..
This kind of holographic setup. YC reclined or perched in their seat and with all manner of information and lights dancing before their eyes as their fingers move like a blur to sift through relevant and critical data.
The operators would also be treated more like civilian attache's than actual members of the military. because of the vital role they play in aiding their Cypher agent they are given a lot of leeway in dress and deportment standards. This is also because they find that the agents generally tend to like their operators more when they aren't forced to be as ramrod straight as themselves. It can give them a feeling of ease and a small taste of the civilian life that none of them would ever get to lead otherwise.
The romance between our characters will be a big part of the story. I am looking for a more sensual romance between us to develop. Hot, bothered sex is great. But I feel our characters would be better served getting to know each-other first. They would probably be a little awkward around each other too, until they really got to know one another.
I also love the idea of them both liking each other from the start, but not wanting to be the one to make a presumptive move and pounce on the other. They try to find little ways to spend more time with each other like a series of awkward pseudo dates.
Maybe YC asks if MC can teach her the basics of how to shoot? Something she sees him practicing a lot on board. That can provide a few intimate moments for sure.
One last note. PM me please. Don't respond on this thread.
Your Character- I would really love someone to play the girl pictured below. Despite her tattoo's and punkish attitude i really see her (in the context of this RP) as a sensual person. A very feminine personality. She will be brilliant as well. In all things computer and technology she will be a genius if not a prodigy at manipulation of all things virtual.
cs605322.vk.me/v605322303/3a5f/qJG9bUt..
photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/140630/1..
My Character- He is a soldier. The person YC will be working very closely with and spoilers! Will develop a relationship with.
i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upl..
Sex: yes there will be this included. Our characters will become 'involved' But it wont rule the story. It will be an important tool when it comes to our characterès relationship and building upon it.
Romance (bordering on sappy if possible), Romance will be key. Our characters were selected to work together because they were thought by command to be compatible enough to be good friends or at least exceptional co-workers. I would like to see that play out in the RP. In this vein of thought i love the idea of public affection. Probably done by your character as mine would be very straight laced and looking to maintain the outer illusion that they are not romantically involved. Which is something YC probably finds silly.
Context:
Our characters work for a powerful and iron fisted interstellar empire known as the Praxian republic. It is a military stratocracy mixed with Some socialist ideals. I will happily explain more about my ideas for the Praxian republic but for now all that is need known for context is that they are a fairly brutal empire. They work hard to find and quash any sort of resistance and are quick to label people as terrorists and traitors for relatively minor infractions that might seem 'unpolite' and does not pay proper homage to the state. Quashing terrorist and rebel cells is always something of a challenge because they tend to pop up as fast as they can be executed. Which means the Stern, unflinching trigger fingers of the arbiters law enforcement never get a moments rest.
Of course most citizens live with an ideal, picturesque relationship with their beloved Republic. As it's propoganda machine does a marvelous job of maintaining the illusion of security and equallity for all of it's citizens.
Both within and outside of the Republic's standing military structure are it's special operatives. It's commando units, or even 'black-ops' if you will. The Republic refers to them as Cyphers. Each agent has an additional numerical designation. For example Cypher 6, is one name.
Each Cypher is a highly trained and capable soldier in their own right. To use a multitude of weapons and analytical thinking to carry out their assigned tasks. And those tasks are many. From Political assassinations, to data recovery to sabotage. All manner of dangerous tasks where it is crucial that the Republic leave no trace of it's involvement. These men and woman rarely operate in groups. Sometimes teams of two or three might be assigned to a single task but their purpose is to be a capable solo operative. So their numbers can be spread out as much as possible. But these men and woman, though brave and dangerous still cannot work completely alone.
Each of these field against has their own operator. The person that has the single most constant degree of contact with their assigned Cypher. They are the ones analyzing scans, reading blueprints and schematics of the machines their commando is supposed to destroy. Memorizing the available information and layout of enemy bases. Telling him how to hack certain computers and unlock certain doors. They are the voice in their ear feeding them vital information and advice. Giving encouragement when needed.
They also do all manner of minor things. From making sure the Cypher's armour and equipment are properly tailored for the mission ahead. Requisitioning the right items and diligently studying any and all data relating to the task at hand.
In order to give this kind of advice and be able to act as a second set of eyes, operators are often very intelligent and technically minded people. And your character is no exception. She is incredibly intelligent. Considered a savant in all things computer. She also possesses a very sharp logical mind and a very good memory. This is not to say she does not have flaws. She is very intelligent and very logical yes, but that often means that when things deviate from expected logical norms and paths she is completely out of her element and often struggles to work out how to proceed.
Relationships between operator and agent are very favourable and often very casual. Most are fast friends and comrades, and this is born from a mixture of hard earned trust and aid. For a true team to be successful both the operator and the agent need to have the utmost confidence in each other. The agent needs to be able to trust that their operator is capable of giving sound and solid advice the first time. Where to turn, what wire to cut, etc. Their life is often in the hands of the operator and one missed detail can turn an entire operation balls up really, really quickly.
So command is often loathe to break up a particularly good pairing. The effectiveness of a cohesive team can make all the difference to the outcome of an assignment. Pairings that do not seem to be immediately promising are often broken up and reassigned. Because a bad team can be worse than sending an agent out in the field alone without support.
Now it isn't unknown for certain pairings to becoming a little more than just close working relationships. Sometimes operators and agents can become lovers, And while this wrong and illegal is by every standard and regulation. Command again turns a blind eye and pretends to not notice how the couples look at each other, or the fact that most nights one of them can never be found in their own bed. As long as the operator and agent make the minimal amount of effort to pretend their affair isn't real, and it doesn't begin to inhibit the agent's performance in the field and endanger his life. Than command will put the minimal amount of required effort pretending to enforce fraternization rules.
Plot:
Initially, YC and MC are going to be assigned together. With MC having fallen out with their last operator, he is in need of a knew one. And after reviewing several files for potential candidates yours was selected as the most likely to match well with him. This would be your first time as an operator. Being entirely new to this program. Having been selected because of your incredible talents at computer and virtual engineering. You were approached near the end of your education and offered this opportunity as a career, in leau of serving the standard three year conscription for all civilians.
You are taken, briefed and scooted off in a series of unmarked craft. The top secret nature of your new job is made abundantly clear to you, as is the penalty for betraying the state by revealing the nature of your employment to anyone, even your family.
You are eventually taken to a military warship. A fast and powerful cruiser class warship that has been specially designed and fitted to operate as a mobile command center for dozens of agents and their operators. From this ship they have the means to respond quickly and move where needed to deploy their deadly cargo.
By the time YC arrives the Agent's on board have been tasked with a series of assignments to hunt down various rebel groups and other state labelled terrorists in the local system. These rebels have been a thorn in the side of the republic for a while now. Enough of a thorn that the regular military and republic arbiters (state police) have had little luck in capturing any members or gaining any useful intelligence. They have been a general nuisance but have grown far more bold as of late. They started by being petty criminals. Vandalism of posters and monuments and so forth. They assaulted the occasional arbiter but the few months have seen a sudden surge of direct and often violent activity. They now attack supply and munition convoys instead of statues. And arbiters and soldiers now have to patrol the streets in larger squads to make themselves less easy of a target.
The situation is threatening to get out of hand. So Republic command has decided to fight fire with fire and deploy some of it's operatives try and cut these acts of rebellion off. And put a bullet into each of their leaders heads. No easy task as these rebels have been putting up a very organized and effective resistance. Not to mention they hide their tracks well and often dispensary without a trace once they hit their target.
But that is the short term. In the long term I want the our characters to be faced with a series of events that spirals out of control and eventually labels them as traitors. Or they make the conscious decision to become traitors and rebels of their own violation. They find some piece of information, learn something so unpleasant, if not disgusting in scale and scope that it turns their entire view of their beloved Republic on it's head. What that even could be is up to us to decide. But it will drive us into exile from our old lives and force us to make friends with the same rebels MC hunted like rats earlier.
Notes:
Alright. So how I personally envision the working space of an operator Think along these lines.
s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fb/a..
This kind of holographic setup. YC reclined or perched in their seat and with all manner of information and lights dancing before their eyes as their fingers move like a blur to sift through relevant and critical data.
The operators would also be treated more like civilian attache's than actual members of the military. because of the vital role they play in aiding their Cypher agent they are given a lot of leeway in dress and deportment standards. This is also because they find that the agents generally tend to like their operators more when they aren't forced to be as ramrod straight as themselves. It can give them a feeling of ease and a small taste of the civilian life that none of them would ever get to lead otherwise.
The romance between our characters will be a big part of the story. I am looking for a more sensual romance between us to develop. Hot, bothered sex is great. But I feel our characters would be better served getting to know each-other first. They would probably be a little awkward around each other too, until they really got to know one another.
I also love the idea of them both liking each other from the start, but not wanting to be the one to make a presumptive move and pounce on the other. They try to find little ways to spend more time with each other like a series of awkward pseudo dates.
Maybe YC asks if MC can teach her the basics of how to shoot? Something she sees him practicing a lot on board. That can provide a few intimate moments for sure.
One last note. PM me please. Don't respond on this thread.
No, I just said that because i finally posted.
if your asking why Denrig is trying to back away from everybody. it's because he still thinks everyone in that campsite is crazy. From his perspective he thought a fistfight was going to break out over a rabbit. So he doesn't have much faith in the mental faculties of anyone right now.
Really he only got a few steps at most
if your asking why Denrig is trying to back away from everybody. it's because he still thinks everyone in that campsite is crazy. From his perspective he thought a fistfight was going to break out over a rabbit. So he doesn't have much faith in the mental faculties of anyone right now.
Really he only got a few steps at most
about fucking time, but it is done.
Denrig had already turned his pony around and was moving as far away from the campsite as was dwarvenly possible. He would find no help there and from all of the things he had seen, would want no help from any of those homicidaly insane human..... centaur.... things. They were fucking insane on so many levels that he fully understood within mere moments of his first glimpse of human social interaction, why his people had voluntarily shut themselves out from the surface world for two hundred years. He had to admit, he never quite believed the stories that the graybeards told of the humans. They couldn't be that bad could they? And old dwarves loved to brag about how much more difficult life was back in the days of their youth.
But this was an eye opening experience and a first hand glimpse of their natural aggression and unpredictable nature. But he had just watched a lone girl be surrounded by the strangest group of people. And though his first instinct was to charge in, axe held high ready to jump to her defence in case these strangers meant to ambush that poor girl. He became utterly and thoroughly confused by the ensuing cast of characters that he previously thought only could exist in the fantasy realms of novels and tragedy plays. Or the minds of man men.
He didn't even know what they were talking about. He tried to listen at first but his command of the common tongue wasn't the most refined skill in his arsenal. And once knives were drawn and spears pointed it all descended past the point of reasonable conversation by Dwarven standards. Then there was a rabbit which seemed to become a heated focal point of conversation for some god's forsaken reason. These surface dwellers were truly devoid of the wisdom and guidance of the gods, at least not in the way the dwarves were blessed with such things.
But really. It was the sudden transformation of the demon spawn that was the final nail in the coffin. The true spark of understanding that told him to turn the fuck around and find less insane humans. Any other humans, and hope that what he just witnessed was going to be the exception and not the rule for surface mannerisms and social behaviour.
“Time t'go girl.” Best not to say that too loudly. Maybe he would be able to get away before anyone noticed he wasn't getting any closer to the campsite and was in fact dissappearing further into the darkness. Because suddenly the overwhelming gloom and solitary travel promised by this depressing forest seemed pretty dam inviting by comparison.
He was almost in the clear and on his way, away from these people when suddenly he felt his feet thump lightly into the ground. He had no pony, or reins or saddlebags of any kind. Any he wasn't farther away from these people. He was not beside them. His first thought was.... well he didn't know what to think. This was certainly a new experience that he couldn't compare with anything.
If this was the gods-realm than where were the Great bronze gates? Where were the guardians of the hall challenging him to prove his worth and state his accomplishments to be permitted to join the feasting and companionship beyond? There were not gates to guardians no mountains, hell there were no floors either. Which, when he finally took notice of made his eyes go wide and and his head spin around. What was he standing on? Dwarves were creatures of the earth. And being separated from the stone and soil did not feel right.
And then there was this royal tart. Or at least she was acting like one. He didn't know who she was or why she was talking down to him like a child as if he had some part to play in the clusterfuck display that was the campfire conversation. But his pride would not permit that kind of a slander without challenge.
“Now hold on just a minute!” his accent was rough and his stance was immediately set to one of dignified defiance. Strong arms folded over a muscled chest. It didn't take a scholar to figure out that this lady was responsible for.... whatever this was. It was only because of the obvious display of power she made plopping them all down in this white expanse, that he wasn't already threatening her with his axe.
“Na' I din-nae know who ye think y' are! But it is gonna take more than some display like this before y' haf any right ta give orders to me. Unless ye be a Thane, a Clan-lord, or tha great King Moradin himself. Ye have no claim on m' honour or duties.
He was a dwarf of honour and whoever this woman thought she was, sorceress or no. Held no authority over him or rights to his respect or obedience without proving to him otherwise. His clan sent him out on a specific task and he was going to finish that task. With or without being thrown into visions of destruction. Her self stated position as messenger of the old gods meant even less to him. Maybe to these others her name held significance. But she was not his god (he still had no proof she was A god). If the great Soul forger Moradin wanted him to go on a quest with these lunatics. Than his ancestors would surely find a way to let him know that this woman's request (and that is all it was to him right now) was worth listening to.
His arms were still folded and his face still wore a scowl of disdain buried underneath his beard when the forest suddenly materialized around him once again. Worst of all he was now in front of the campfire, surrounded by the people he was trying to get away from five minutes ago. He looked around slowly at each one of them, seeing if any of them would start making moves for their weapons again, or go on about that damned fucking rabbit some more. When they didn't he let himself ease his stance a little. Well Maybe ease wasn't the right word. He didn't relax his posture any, or the scowl on his face. But he also didn't make any moves for his axe or shift himself into any more of a guarded posture. But he really, really wanted to keep moving away from these people.
Mostly he just wanted to find a quite spot, pull out his pipe and spend the next few hours processing WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. He suspected that would take some time for his mind to sort out. But as long as there were eyes on him. His face betrayed nothing about the thoughts and confusion in his skull. he had no explanations for what happened and no way to adequately explain it. Even one of his elders were to demand his report on the events of the last few minutes on pain of dishonour. He was not sure he would be able to put the experience into coherent words.
"Well then......." Was all he had to say for the first few minutes immediately proceeding their return to the material world. "Aye.... I think..... I will be on m'way." At least his pony didn't wander too far off. He could still see it's shadow at the edge of the firelight. He loosened his arms from his chest and took slow, careful steps in it's direction.
But this was an eye opening experience and a first hand glimpse of their natural aggression and unpredictable nature. But he had just watched a lone girl be surrounded by the strangest group of people. And though his first instinct was to charge in, axe held high ready to jump to her defence in case these strangers meant to ambush that poor girl. He became utterly and thoroughly confused by the ensuing cast of characters that he previously thought only could exist in the fantasy realms of novels and tragedy plays. Or the minds of man men.
He didn't even know what they were talking about. He tried to listen at first but his command of the common tongue wasn't the most refined skill in his arsenal. And once knives were drawn and spears pointed it all descended past the point of reasonable conversation by Dwarven standards. Then there was a rabbit which seemed to become a heated focal point of conversation for some god's forsaken reason. These surface dwellers were truly devoid of the wisdom and guidance of the gods, at least not in the way the dwarves were blessed with such things.
But really. It was the sudden transformation of the demon spawn that was the final nail in the coffin. The true spark of understanding that told him to turn the fuck around and find less insane humans. Any other humans, and hope that what he just witnessed was going to be the exception and not the rule for surface mannerisms and social behaviour.
“Time t'go girl.” Best not to say that too loudly. Maybe he would be able to get away before anyone noticed he wasn't getting any closer to the campsite and was in fact dissappearing further into the darkness. Because suddenly the overwhelming gloom and solitary travel promised by this depressing forest seemed pretty dam inviting by comparison.
He was almost in the clear and on his way, away from these people when suddenly he felt his feet thump lightly into the ground. He had no pony, or reins or saddlebags of any kind. Any he wasn't farther away from these people. He was not beside them. His first thought was.... well he didn't know what to think. This was certainly a new experience that he couldn't compare with anything.
If this was the gods-realm than where were the Great bronze gates? Where were the guardians of the hall challenging him to prove his worth and state his accomplishments to be permitted to join the feasting and companionship beyond? There were not gates to guardians no mountains, hell there were no floors either. Which, when he finally took notice of made his eyes go wide and and his head spin around. What was he standing on? Dwarves were creatures of the earth. And being separated from the stone and soil did not feel right.
And then there was this royal tart. Or at least she was acting like one. He didn't know who she was or why she was talking down to him like a child as if he had some part to play in the clusterfuck display that was the campfire conversation. But his pride would not permit that kind of a slander without challenge.
“Now hold on just a minute!” his accent was rough and his stance was immediately set to one of dignified defiance. Strong arms folded over a muscled chest. It didn't take a scholar to figure out that this lady was responsible for.... whatever this was. It was only because of the obvious display of power she made plopping them all down in this white expanse, that he wasn't already threatening her with his axe.
“Na' I din-nae know who ye think y' are! But it is gonna take more than some display like this before y' haf any right ta give orders to me. Unless ye be a Thane, a Clan-lord, or tha great King Moradin himself. Ye have no claim on m' honour or duties.
He was a dwarf of honour and whoever this woman thought she was, sorceress or no. Held no authority over him or rights to his respect or obedience without proving to him otherwise. His clan sent him out on a specific task and he was going to finish that task. With or without being thrown into visions of destruction. Her self stated position as messenger of the old gods meant even less to him. Maybe to these others her name held significance. But she was not his god (he still had no proof she was A god). If the great Soul forger Moradin wanted him to go on a quest with these lunatics. Than his ancestors would surely find a way to let him know that this woman's request (and that is all it was to him right now) was worth listening to.
His arms were still folded and his face still wore a scowl of disdain buried underneath his beard when the forest suddenly materialized around him once again. Worst of all he was now in front of the campfire, surrounded by the people he was trying to get away from five minutes ago. He looked around slowly at each one of them, seeing if any of them would start making moves for their weapons again, or go on about that damned fucking rabbit some more. When they didn't he let himself ease his stance a little. Well Maybe ease wasn't the right word. He didn't relax his posture any, or the scowl on his face. But he also didn't make any moves for his axe or shift himself into any more of a guarded posture. But he really, really wanted to keep moving away from these people.
Mostly he just wanted to find a quite spot, pull out his pipe and spend the next few hours processing WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. He suspected that would take some time for his mind to sort out. But as long as there were eyes on him. His face betrayed nothing about the thoughts and confusion in his skull. he had no explanations for what happened and no way to adequately explain it. Even one of his elders were to demand his report on the events of the last few minutes on pain of dishonour. He was not sure he would be able to put the experience into coherent words.
"Well then......." Was all he had to say for the first few minutes immediately proceeding their return to the material world. "Aye.... I think..... I will be on m'way." At least his pony didn't wander too far off. He could still see it's shadow at the edge of the firelight. He loosened his arms from his chest and took slow, careful steps in it's direction.
I'm just working out sensible reason to force Denrig into the conversation at this point. As i already explained to the GM, at this point between. The shouting, threats and drawn weapons I am struggling to find a reason why Denrig would willingly walk up to the campsite instead of turning the hell around and walking away. Because let's face it, any sensible person would probably take that option instead.
And attacking the demon spawn after that little transformation may be the best excuse I can think of.
And attacking the demon spawn after that little transformation may be the best excuse I can think of.
@Superman I have an important question. Can I attack you? It is the most plausible reason by which I can force interaction between Denrig and anyone else right now.
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