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Anyone ever read the forgotten realm books? Would be a pretty awesome twist if Varis's father was Artemis Enteri... the famous assassin of Waterdeep.
It would, but it's just a reference more then anything else~
If Varis was trained by Artemis, I feel as if he would be... a bit more respectful, Varis that is.
Attania, who was just steps away from entering the portal with a somewhat defeated look on his face, looked over to the source of the voice who gave out an offer to scout the area. Attania, who was around ten feet away from his fellow guild mate, stared at Durdansa, unsure if he should accompany her. Ghesh was Attania's friend, he was the one who had pulled Attania out of the slump, who had invited him to the guild to make new friends... and in all but one moment, Ghesh had managed to push him back into a slump.
On one hand, he wanted to feast to Ghesh, wanted to celebrate him for who he was, wanted to celebrate him for the friendship that he had forged with him, but on the other hand, Attania wanted to forget about him quickly. Attania looked over to Durdansa once more before slowly raising his hand.
"I'll go," Attania uttered out, his first two words that he had ever said to another guild mate of his -- who saw him as quiet and... more or less of a loner.
On one hand, he wanted to feast to Ghesh, wanted to celebrate him for who he was, wanted to celebrate him for the friendship that he had forged with him, but on the other hand, Attania wanted to forget about him quickly. Attania looked over to Durdansa once more before slowly raising his hand.
"I'll go," Attania uttered out, his first two words that he had ever said to another guild mate of his -- who saw him as quiet and... more or less of a loner.
... Should I? Varis asked himself as he saw his allies getting up and moving over to the door, one by one as they followed the drow -- who Varis had by now identified as the party leader (although wasn't certain himself). He scoffed as the thought came to mind. A drow, someone renowned for their villainous ways, renowned for their ways of brutality, renowned for their ways of inhumanity seemed to be the party leader of this horribly dysfunctional group (albeit everyone seemed to be getting along with each other but Varis).
"Reminds me of that other drow father had supposedly met," Varis muttered under his breath, saying the word "father" with a type of angry scorn. He began to look back onto the story that his "father" had told him once ago, trying to remember the other drow's name. Of course, nothing came to mind but the first letter of his name starting with a "D." Varis gave out a small chuckle as his attempts to try to recollect his memory ended in utter failure.
"D stands for Drow, I suppose," Varis said, this time just slightly louder before grabbing the cup of water and drinking it hastily, turning around on the stool as he placed the cup onto the counter with a bit more force than he had anticipated. Hurriedly, Varis raised both of his hands towards his head as he walked out of the tavern, placing his hood over his head as he was just halfway towards the exit. He then looked over to his left, and with his left free hand, grabbed the dagger that laid pierced into the table, hastily taking it out and placing it in its small scabbard as he exited the tavern, making sure to keep his distance away from his new found "allies."
"Reminds me of that other drow father had supposedly met," Varis muttered under his breath, saying the word "father" with a type of angry scorn. He began to look back onto the story that his "father" had told him once ago, trying to remember the other drow's name. Of course, nothing came to mind but the first letter of his name starting with a "D." Varis gave out a small chuckle as his attempts to try to recollect his memory ended in utter failure.
"D stands for Drow, I suppose," Varis said, this time just slightly louder before grabbing the cup of water and drinking it hastily, turning around on the stool as he placed the cup onto the counter with a bit more force than he had anticipated. Hurriedly, Varis raised both of his hands towards his head as he walked out of the tavern, placing his hood over his head as he was just halfway towards the exit. He then looked over to his left, and with his left free hand, grabbed the dagger that laid pierced into the table, hastily taking it out and placing it in its small scabbard as he exited the tavern, making sure to keep his distance away from his new found "allies."
The list isn't about who's the most useless!
It's about something else~
Oh, and just got back from a friend's. Got a lot to read up on
It's about something else~
Oh, and just got back from a friend's. Got a lot to read up on
I feel as if it shouldn't be that easy to snatch someone's coinpurse, but I dunno
Feels a bit like godmodding on one hand, but on the other hand
Feels a bit like godmodding on one hand, but on the other hand
VARIS' KILL LIST
- Anger Issues Man
- Cocky Marksman
*Varis' words not mine
This is stupid, Varis said inside of that head with his in that same little pompous tone he always spoke with. Slowly, Varis placed his short sword back into its scabbard that was situated on Varis' left on his hip before taking a seat on the stool behind him, not minding the "ally" he sat next to, staring at the rather unusual party, his eyes wandering over the various characters that were soon to become his "ally." When his eyes found themselves on the drow, his eyes lingered on her as he began to assess her -- as he did with various other people he had met before. I've found myself allied with a useless elf, a morally-screwed drow, a human who has anger issues, a short dwarf, a cocky archer, a goblin who thinks he's a dragon, and a halfling...
Varis turned around to face the counter top, balling up his right hand in a fist as he laid his head to rest on it. ... And I'm doing this to get a bearing of my surroundings... Varis' eyes darted over to the corner, looking over at the dwarf for a short while before they returned to continue gazing at the wooden counter. ... Buying a map means I wouldn't have to deal with this crap. His eyes then darted over to the corner of his eye socket once more, this time only to gaze at the cocky marksman for a few seconds before returning back to gaze at the wooden counter top once more. And a few people in this group likely wants to kill me...
"Water," Varis shot out at the bartender who took a few steps over to the half-elf. The sudden and quickly reply that came out of Varis, which didn't even warrant a look or a glare at the bartender from him, merely caused the bartender to shrug once more before bringing a cup of water and a pitcher of the same, clear fluid to him. Now, instead of gazing at the wooden counter top -- which Varis had found to be boring -- he now glared at the clear fluid as it sat in its cup that was made out of some sort of clay.
Varis' gaze remained on the clear fluid for a few more seconds before his eyes once again darted over to the corner, only to find its place on the tall human this time -- the one who had clear anger problems. His eyes then shifted back once more to where it once was originally as he stared into the cup of water, deep in thought. Varis wasn't thinking about his mission on hand, nor was he thinking about the job that he and his... "allies" were now to undertake and complete. He was now thinking about the group.
Varis, even though he had been brutally trained from childbirth by some assassin who had killed his parents -- which he still has yet to forgiv the man for that posthumously -- in the art of stealth and steel, was unsure if he could take some of the people on in this fight. Sure, his "father" may have taught him how to fight with various weapons which varied from the sword to the dagger, but his training mostly focused on stealth and the art of silent killing -- which couldn't really be called an art. Varis had no advantage with some of these people here one-on-one, but what advantage he did have against these so-called allies of his would be when nightfall would come and sleep would overtake them. Of course, Varis was merely thinking ahead for himself. Clearly, with such a group full of... different races, there were bound to be problems ahead, problems that he could easily avoid if he just up and left the group.
But for some odd reason, he didn't want to.
For some odd reason, instead of leaving this horrible group that were full of equally horrible people -- at least in Varis' eyes -- he wanted to stay. Varis raised his eyebrow at his cup of water as weirdly intrusive thoughts entered his head, but began to preoccupy himself as he began to make a list. It was a list that held a bit of importance inside of Varis' head, a list that he had made to list his allies from order of greatest to least in one subject.
Varis turned around to face the counter top, balling up his right hand in a fist as he laid his head to rest on it. ... And I'm doing this to get a bearing of my surroundings... Varis' eyes darted over to the corner, looking over at the dwarf for a short while before they returned to continue gazing at the wooden counter. ... Buying a map means I wouldn't have to deal with this crap. His eyes then darted over to the corner of his eye socket once more, this time only to gaze at the cocky marksman for a few seconds before returning back to gaze at the wooden counter top once more. And a few people in this group likely wants to kill me...
"Water," Varis shot out at the bartender who took a few steps over to the half-elf. The sudden and quickly reply that came out of Varis, which didn't even warrant a look or a glare at the bartender from him, merely caused the bartender to shrug once more before bringing a cup of water and a pitcher of the same, clear fluid to him. Now, instead of gazing at the wooden counter top -- which Varis had found to be boring -- he now glared at the clear fluid as it sat in its cup that was made out of some sort of clay.
Varis' gaze remained on the clear fluid for a few more seconds before his eyes once again darted over to the corner, only to find its place on the tall human this time -- the one who had clear anger problems. His eyes then shifted back once more to where it once was originally as he stared into the cup of water, deep in thought. Varis wasn't thinking about his mission on hand, nor was he thinking about the job that he and his... "allies" were now to undertake and complete. He was now thinking about the group.
Varis, even though he had been brutally trained from childbirth by some assassin who had killed his parents -- which he still has yet to forgiv the man for that posthumously -- in the art of stealth and steel, was unsure if he could take some of the people on in this fight. Sure, his "father" may have taught him how to fight with various weapons which varied from the sword to the dagger, but his training mostly focused on stealth and the art of silent killing -- which couldn't really be called an art. Varis had no advantage with some of these people here one-on-one, but what advantage he did have against these so-called allies of his would be when nightfall would come and sleep would overtake them. Of course, Varis was merely thinking ahead for himself. Clearly, with such a group full of... different races, there were bound to be problems ahead, problems that he could easily avoid if he just up and left the group.
But for some odd reason, he didn't want to.
For some odd reason, instead of leaving this horrible group that were full of equally horrible people -- at least in Varis' eyes -- he wanted to stay. Varis raised his eyebrow at his cup of water as weirdly intrusive thoughts entered his head, but began to preoccupy himself as he began to make a list. It was a list that held a bit of importance inside of Varis' head, a list that he had made to list his allies from order of greatest to least in one subject.
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What you confuse me on is that in your CS your character is Varis. In the rp, your character is Virus.
And then it all goes full circle.
Edit: ALRIGHT, STORY TIME KIDS
So, my sleeping schedule is INCREDIBLY bad. It's like... I wake up at 2 PM and go to sleep at 6 AM
So, when the IC got posted, it was around... 2, AM, and I waited an hour or so before replying.
In my naturally tired state, I must have made a mistake with posting in the IC...
Now I have to choose whether to redo all my posts by editing them and changing them to Varis or sticking to Virus and changing the CS
I just realized that Virus is spelled... Virus. I didn't notice this until now, and I've been pronouncing his name, "Vir-rus" (Vir as in View)
How have you guys been pronouncing it? Vi-rus or Vir-rus?
Gosh I'm weird
How have you guys been pronouncing it? Vi-rus or Vir-rus?
Gosh I'm weird
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