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Kinda low on funds for food this week. But not too bad.
Kinda low on funds for food this week. But not too bad.
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This week I am both moving, and am somewhat sick, so there shall be delays on posts. Apologies!
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About Me
Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 33
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).
Current Projects/Freelance work
- I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
- I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
- I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.
Interests (Includes but is not limited to)
- Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
- Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
- Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
- History (Military History is my specialty)
- Zoology
- Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
- Voice Acting/Singing
- Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
- Weaponry of all kinds
- Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
- Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
- Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
- Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
- There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P
Roleplay F.A.Q.
- Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
- Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
- I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
- I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
- I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!
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I'll be posting tonight, methinks
I'll be posting tonight lads (and lasses).
@SigmaNext few days I should be ready to start.
Fear not, for I am here!
"They're guarding the eastern pass." Calanon whispered to Brogach, his still form and Elven clothing keeping him hidden among the brush. One hand was placed just below his jawline, bending a branch lightly as he peered down the forested slope. Below, various brutish humanoids were mingling in some form. Their sloping jaws, primitive features, and coarse fur were all too familiar to Calanon the Ranger.
Orcs.
It looked to be some kind of small feast. There couldn't be much more than a score of them, grunting to each other in their native tongue within the general area of a large bonfire beneath the tree canopy. Calanon had thought once he and his friend had gotten over that last rise they would have had an easy run to the plains that led to the next town. Luck was not on their side this day, he supposed.
Any attempt to go around would lead to them spotting him, even as concealed and agile as he and Brogach were. But he had dealt with Orcs before. If you needed to get passed them and not be given chase, it was best to confuse the brutes. He whispered to his truest friend in Elvish, and then strung his bow as quietly and quickly as he could. The two had performed such a maneuver before. Brogach disappeared into the forest to play his part.
With his powerful legs and agility, Calanon leaped up and hauled himself upon the lowest branch of the Oak he had been hiding near. He then traversed his way across the tree canopy, knowing that he couldn't rightly pass by the camp itself without risking being spotted from his shadow on the ground, or an unlucky gaze upwards. Once he was in position, he saw Brogach was as well. Calanon whistled like a bird.
The Elk bounded into the sight of the Orcs, rustling the bushes and causing the camp to look his way. "Oh, a tasty treat to add to the dinner, eh?" one of them said in broken common. Others grunted in agreement. The Elf let his arrow fly, hitting an Orc at the back of the camp in the leg with an arrow. The creature howled and clutched his ruined limb, falling over and writhing. The camp then turned his way, confused and yelling.
Calanon shot another, hitting another Orc in the shoulder, causing it to fall over with a roar of pain. The Orcs began to look every which way, and Calanon loosed an arrow back, from whence he had come to rustle the bushes back that way. The Orcs began to give chase at the supposed source, focused now on a new direction and quite bewildered at all that was transpiring now. Calanon Aenarion used this moment to dash from tree limb to tree limb in great leaps and catches, before shimmying down a tree the farthest edge of camp while their attentions were elsewhere and mounting Brogach, galloping out of the forest and making it to open ground.
The wind now whipping his thick, dark hair and youthful face. "That was a close one." he said, rubbing Brogach's head and making the last few miles across the plains before they saw the town in the distance after the next rise. Behind it were small but beautifully forested mountains, and a mountain pass that lead further north into the colder tundra. The woundrous sight of nature left a lopsided smile on his face. Brogach and his Elven rider made it safely across the small bridge that led to the front gate of the town, his hoofs clomping over the wood before the entered the settlement proper.
Orcs.
It looked to be some kind of small feast. There couldn't be much more than a score of them, grunting to each other in their native tongue within the general area of a large bonfire beneath the tree canopy. Calanon had thought once he and his friend had gotten over that last rise they would have had an easy run to the plains that led to the next town. Luck was not on their side this day, he supposed.
Any attempt to go around would lead to them spotting him, even as concealed and agile as he and Brogach were. But he had dealt with Orcs before. If you needed to get passed them and not be given chase, it was best to confuse the brutes. He whispered to his truest friend in Elvish, and then strung his bow as quietly and quickly as he could. The two had performed such a maneuver before. Brogach disappeared into the forest to play his part.
With his powerful legs and agility, Calanon leaped up and hauled himself upon the lowest branch of the Oak he had been hiding near. He then traversed his way across the tree canopy, knowing that he couldn't rightly pass by the camp itself without risking being spotted from his shadow on the ground, or an unlucky gaze upwards. Once he was in position, he saw Brogach was as well. Calanon whistled like a bird.
The Elk bounded into the sight of the Orcs, rustling the bushes and causing the camp to look his way. "Oh, a tasty treat to add to the dinner, eh?" one of them said in broken common. Others grunted in agreement. The Elf let his arrow fly, hitting an Orc at the back of the camp in the leg with an arrow. The creature howled and clutched his ruined limb, falling over and writhing. The camp then turned his way, confused and yelling.
Calanon shot another, hitting another Orc in the shoulder, causing it to fall over with a roar of pain. The Orcs began to look every which way, and Calanon loosed an arrow back, from whence he had come to rustle the bushes back that way. The Orcs began to give chase at the supposed source, focused now on a new direction and quite bewildered at all that was transpiring now. Calanon Aenarion used this moment to dash from tree limb to tree limb in great leaps and catches, before shimmying down a tree the farthest edge of camp while their attentions were elsewhere and mounting Brogach, galloping out of the forest and making it to open ground.
The wind now whipping his thick, dark hair and youthful face. "That was a close one." he said, rubbing Brogach's head and making the last few miles across the plains before they saw the town in the distance after the next rise. Behind it were small but beautifully forested mountains, and a mountain pass that lead further north into the colder tundra. The woundrous sight of nature left a lopsided smile on his face. Brogach and his Elven rider made it safely across the small bridge that led to the front gate of the town, his hoofs clomping over the wood before the entered the settlement proper.
@CharnobyliskOh I gotcha. I thought since he followed Joel and Joel saw them that Al would too, but no worries. I edited again.
@CharnobyliskI edited out that he heard the scream and ignored it. He still followed Claire and Joel, unless I need to take away more. I'm cool with it if I do. XD
Understood and edited!
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