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I started ATLA late, around Covid. But I love the first series and think TLoK is pretty good despite some problems
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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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That's mission 1 complete! Next up is downtime; rules for downtime activities are on p184, and each character gets two per downtime. Once you think of which activities you want to do, let me know and we can figure out what parts of that will get played out.
Quintus wants to learn how to pilot in case Molly is too plastered, and he has the small inkling of becoming a ship captain. So I am training him in Helm, and he is learning via holovids.
He's also stressed so I am indulging in his Vice. Hopefully I am rolling for it correctly, rolling 1d6 for insight since it's his lowest attribute. I got 6
Well, it was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
At least, as far as meeting drow went. He could have been placed beside a halfling lech or a dwarf pirate, or even a githyanki zealot. A drow that simply did not seem to understand the laws of the surface was not an awful person to meet, necessarily. His scholarly side took hold, and he began to realize how much he might learn from her. His incarceration might not be an entire waste, just a majority of one. Well, he'd take what he could get, he supposed. Her logic was somewhat telling of how she thought of humans, in a way. Not entirely as cattle, which was good, but she was also very quick to rid a noblemen's son of his hand. Malcador wondered if the boy was trying to touch her, or if there was a cultural difference she did not see and he wished to shake her hand? He couldn't be sure.
"I believe you'll find no shortage of violence in human lands," he corrected her, albeit gingerly. "However, you're right. Human nobles tend to rule, and they're picky on who they allow to cut the hands off of their heirs. Usually it's nobody." He smiled to himself at the blunt statement. "I'm certain there are nobility and commoners where you're from? Aristocracy never likes being treated like everyone else."
At her question on whether he was human, he replied. "Mostly, yes."
He did not have time to elaborate, the replacement nightwatch taking a leisurely stroll through the catacombs they were sequestered in. Malcador made certain to look suitably destitute and depressed as the lamp light passed him and the guard gave a scrutinizing look. Being downtrodden was not too far from the truth, regardless, so he needn't act too hard. However, once the light was around the corner, Malcador stretched languidly to prepare himself. He might as well try and escape, he had little to lose at this point.
The wizard closed his eyes and summoned his mage hand. He had prepped the spell before being confined, and for a brief moment he thought it might not work. However, he felt a satisfied elation when the weave of magic began to coalesce around him, and the invisible appendage formed to begin performing his bidding. Out of his sock floated a small, thin implement that wafted into his left hand. Once his fingers enclosed around the lockpick, he nearly dropped it at the shrill whistle that broke the silence. What in the hells was she doing? He would ask later. Gathering his nerve, he began to pick the lock of his opposite hand, finagling the small pick in his practiced manner before he heard the telltale 'click' and the release of the manacle. Malcador took a deep breath, and began to work on the next one.
"If you promise to do no violence to me, and help me get out of here, I promise to do the same for you." The young wizard remarked, albeit quietly. If she really was a drow, and he did not doubt it at this point, her keen ears would hear him. Dark elves were not known to be particularly trusting, but then again not many humans were either. Hopefully she saw the wisdom in forming a temporary alliance so as to escape. A few moments later, and Malcador was out of his shackles and working on the door. It was a more difficult, more robust lock, but eventually he undid it as well. Glad his childhood shenanigans had not been a complete waste of time, he briefly mused on simply leaving the drow and escaping, but without his magic he was not a capable fighter, and he had given his word...
He began to unlock her cell.
At least, as far as meeting drow went. He could have been placed beside a halfling lech or a dwarf pirate, or even a githyanki zealot. A drow that simply did not seem to understand the laws of the surface was not an awful person to meet, necessarily. His scholarly side took hold, and he began to realize how much he might learn from her. His incarceration might not be an entire waste, just a majority of one. Well, he'd take what he could get, he supposed. Her logic was somewhat telling of how she thought of humans, in a way. Not entirely as cattle, which was good, but she was also very quick to rid a noblemen's son of his hand. Malcador wondered if the boy was trying to touch her, or if there was a cultural difference she did not see and he wished to shake her hand? He couldn't be sure.
"I believe you'll find no shortage of violence in human lands," he corrected her, albeit gingerly. "However, you're right. Human nobles tend to rule, and they're picky on who they allow to cut the hands off of their heirs. Usually it's nobody." He smiled to himself at the blunt statement. "I'm certain there are nobility and commoners where you're from? Aristocracy never likes being treated like everyone else."
At her question on whether he was human, he replied. "Mostly, yes."
He did not have time to elaborate, the replacement nightwatch taking a leisurely stroll through the catacombs they were sequestered in. Malcador made certain to look suitably destitute and depressed as the lamp light passed him and the guard gave a scrutinizing look. Being downtrodden was not too far from the truth, regardless, so he needn't act too hard. However, once the light was around the corner, Malcador stretched languidly to prepare himself. He might as well try and escape, he had little to lose at this point.
The wizard closed his eyes and summoned his mage hand. He had prepped the spell before being confined, and for a brief moment he thought it might not work. However, he felt a satisfied elation when the weave of magic began to coalesce around him, and the invisible appendage formed to begin performing his bidding. Out of his sock floated a small, thin implement that wafted into his left hand. Once his fingers enclosed around the lockpick, he nearly dropped it at the shrill whistle that broke the silence. What in the hells was she doing? He would ask later. Gathering his nerve, he began to pick the lock of his opposite hand, finagling the small pick in his practiced manner before he heard the telltale 'click' and the release of the manacle. Malcador took a deep breath, and began to work on the next one.
"If you promise to do no violence to me, and help me get out of here, I promise to do the same for you." The young wizard remarked, albeit quietly. If she really was a drow, and he did not doubt it at this point, her keen ears would hear him. Dark elves were not known to be particularly trusting, but then again not many humans were either. Hopefully she saw the wisdom in forming a temporary alliance so as to escape. A few moments later, and Malcador was out of his shackles and working on the door. It was a more difficult, more robust lock, but eventually he undid it as well. Glad his childhood shenanigans had not been a complete waste of time, he briefly mused on simply leaving the drow and escaping, but without his magic he was not a capable fighter, and he had given his word...
He began to unlock her cell.
I'm going to be honest, this shit is so cool. I have no idea where to start
Hmmm, which mythology should I take inspo from...
@POOHEAD189 Maybe I was left so desolate by your absence that I reflexively started an RP?
Much more better! I'll start hashing out ideas
She thought to slip this past me while I was away...
Black Fleet, here I come!!
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