I'm sorry. I won't do it again, promise.
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STATUS: Just because you "fight a good fight" doesn't mean you didn't do horrible things. 9 yrs ago
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Just because you "fight a good fight" doesn't mean you didn't do horrible things.
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9 yrs ago
Not feeling too great everyone. Sorry if you're waiting on me.
10 yrs ago
I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting for me. Some real life stuff happened, but for now things seem calm. I'll try to post in my RP's ASAP.
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Yeah I kinda of cheated a bit and looked into my monster manual, and an adult dragon is at least a CR 16. And unless he's actually an illusion or something, I really don't think any one of us stands a chance against it. In-Character and Out of character I am seriously considering trying to just avoid the dragon at all cost. Live to fight another day and all.
@Hekazu posted!
To see the dragon this close was a sight to behold. It was so amazing, so powerful, and so very horrifying. So many dead after just one run. The creature was larger than anything she has seen before; imagery would not do it justice. She has seen dragons on murals and paintings, but even from so far away Parum could clearly see that she was out of her depth.
”There’s… There’s no way… No, no no no no!”
Parum was just a bard and a scholar. She wasn’t a fighter, and hardly a mage. She played music and read books. Her place was at a library keeping records or perhaps a tavern entertaining travelers. Being a warrior-poet or a skald was just a fantasy for her. Because in the face of a true threat like this dragon, there was no way Parum could fight it. How can anyone fight it? With a creature this huge she doubts a spear could pierce its hide. There just wasn’t a way. They were all going to die.
It was then that Orchid let loose his warcry and harshly brought Parum back to reality. At this moment Parum was almost certain that the half-orc was a fool. She remembered what he said was his plan, and she believed that was foolish. And now he was actually going to do it. ”You idiot, don’t go! You’ll just get yourself killed!” But it was too late. The practically butt-naked barbarian charged out to meet the dragon head on, as if the monster was a mere beast. ”That idiot is going to get himself killed! He… He… Dammit!” Parum suffered a moment of crisis, uncertain what she could do. Creatures like a dragon required heroes to defeat. She was no hero.
However…
In such tense moments, there was really only one thing Parum could do. The only thing she knows she can do well: she played a song. Touching her blade bow to the strings of her viol, Parum played a song of courage. It was really the only thing she could think to do now. Everyone needed hope, especially during bleak times like this. As her song played Parum was able to gather some courage. At the very least she didn’t run away, even if she doesn’t want to get any closer.
”Orchid… Don't die! You better come back!”
”There’s… There’s no way… No, no no no no!”
Parum was just a bard and a scholar. She wasn’t a fighter, and hardly a mage. She played music and read books. Her place was at a library keeping records or perhaps a tavern entertaining travelers. Being a warrior-poet or a skald was just a fantasy for her. Because in the face of a true threat like this dragon, there was no way Parum could fight it. How can anyone fight it? With a creature this huge she doubts a spear could pierce its hide. There just wasn’t a way. They were all going to die.
It was then that Orchid let loose his warcry and harshly brought Parum back to reality. At this moment Parum was almost certain that the half-orc was a fool. She remembered what he said was his plan, and she believed that was foolish. And now he was actually going to do it. ”You idiot, don’t go! You’ll just get yourself killed!” But it was too late. The practically butt-naked barbarian charged out to meet the dragon head on, as if the monster was a mere beast. ”That idiot is going to get himself killed! He… He… Dammit!” Parum suffered a moment of crisis, uncertain what she could do. Creatures like a dragon required heroes to defeat. She was no hero.
However…
In such tense moments, there was really only one thing Parum could do. The only thing she knows she can do well: she played a song. Touching her blade bow to the strings of her viol, Parum played a song of courage. It was really the only thing she could think to do now. Everyone needed hope, especially during bleak times like this. As her song played Parum was able to gather some courage. At the very least she didn’t run away, even if she doesn’t want to get any closer.
”Orchid… Don't die! You better come back!”
I took Spanish and French in high school, Japanese and Latin in college, and picked up some Swedish a year ago when I vacationed there. And as soon as I left the classes/country I proceeded to forget everyone of them. It's very strange when I can pick up parts of a conversation, but I can only get more confused because I have no context and my mind is racing to remember what some of the most common words are.
Ah, my phone spellchecked Daimyo. Incidentally I just googled what a dynamo is and I don't know why my spellchecker would think I'm trying to spell that.
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Then I think you're 7-8 hours ahead of me. might not be able to get on again until around the same time right now. Again, will pm you when I'm available.
Then I think you're 7-8 hours ahead of me. might not be able to get on again until around the same time right now. Again, will pm you when I'm available.
Alright. I'll have to deal with Iona first, but get to the door asap.
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