Sarcelle Renard

IᎶ.

Apologies for the hold up all, I was a bit under the weather the past few days.

And yes, Torr knows that his punchers are technically called fists, but he doesn't really see the point of calling them that when he only knows how to use them for one thing.

IᎶ.

For what it was worth, Torr had been doing a remarkable job being a good unborn Ig and staying put despite all of the commotion that was coming from outside of his egg. After all, there were no strong enemies for him to fight in his dark confines, so there didn’t seem to be a reason for him to go and make a fuss like his brood mates. But rather suddenly, Torr’s egg was thrown backwards from an unseen force, eliciting a grunt of surprise from the not-quite-newborn. Most creatures, even dim witted newborn Ig’s, would have likely suspected that the force came from outside of the egg, but not Torr. No, he came to the conclusion that his first adversary had finally made a move against him. And that enemy was his egg itself.

And so he punched back.

With an awful crunching sound, Torr’s puncher shot out of his shell as he let out a rather unintimidating battle cry. Remarkably, his wobbling egg maintained its shape, minus the fist sized hole in it, much to the little Ig’s surprise. ’A stubborn one right from the start, eh?’ he thought to himself in annoyance. It was of little consequence though, as Hivemind, in its ever dependable foresight, had given him two punchers to work with. So without any hesitation, Torr struck his foe again.

But again, his foe did not relent, staying stubbornly together all too well. Torr’s annoyance surged, as he had not expected to struggle so much with his first battle, but the feeling turned to dismay when he realized he could not pull his punchers back into his shell for another a round. The fiery Ig racked his little thinker for ideas on how to topple this nearly insurmountable foe. His eyes lit up as he marveled at the true genius that was Hivemind. They hadn’t given him just two punchers, but four. So with newfound conviction, Torr placed his feet against the shell in front of him and “punched” with all the strength he could muster.

The shell held together for a tense few moments, but finally gave in with one last drawn out crunch. The sizable hole his adversary not only freed little Torr’s arms, but also allowed what little light the hatchery had to offer sneak into his egg. Excited, the triumphant Ig hurriedly repositioned himself into a sitting position and poked his head, which had a slightly too proud smirk on it, out of his shell. He quickly turned his head this and that, both taking in the sights of colorful environment and looking for his next foe. His jerking motion stopped as his eyes fell on a pink and red egg right next to his own.

“Hey,” he called out curiously to the egg, knocking on it with one of his punchers. “Are you my next opponent?”

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@SilverDawn

IᎶ.

He was almost named Punches McGee

Torr

Strength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0

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Torr

Gender: Male

Appearance: One look at Torr, and it is quite obvious that he was made with one thing in mind: punching things really hard. Sporting a fiery mix of orange and red skin, Torr looks like his unusually muscled body was licked by flames. While not the tallest of Ig’s, being only 2’5”, Torr still somehow manages to look somewhat menacing with his rather large hands and the little bumps on his temple, which he is certain will one day grow into a pair of magnificent horns that will improve his forehead-to-forehead punches.

Personality:

People that like to believe appearances are deceiving have obviously never encountered a specimen like Torr before. If asked what his favorite hobby is, his answer would be punching. Actually, that’s just how he would answer most questions, as finding strong opponents is always on the little devil’s mind. But when he is not gleefully punching things, Torr is surprisingly easy to get along with, even if he is a little too blunt with his honesty. And while Torr is rather simple minded, even by Ig standards, what he lacks in smarts he makes up for with his confidence to hit things pretty hard.
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Abilities:

• Scan: Allows you to gain information on enemies you fight. Initial scans grant minimal information, with subsequent scans perfect your knowledge. This ability can be used once every three turns

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Inventory:

Magical Items:

Equipment:

General Items:

IᎶ.

@SilverDawn

I mean, did you see what kind of unoriginal design I gave my Ig? You're doing fine haha

IᎶ.

@Mae

I was thinking of something like this.

IᎶ.

@Mae

He was almost named Punches McGee

Torr

Strength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0

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Torr

Gender: Male

Appearance: One look at Torr, and it is quite obvious that he was made with one thing in mind: punching things really hard. Sporting a fiery mix of orange and red skin, Torr looks like his unusually muscled body was licked by flames. While not the tallest of Ig’s, being only 2’5”, Torr still somehow manages to look somewhat menacing with his rather large hands and the little bumps on his temple, which he is certain will one day grow into a pair of magnificent horns that will improve his forehead-to-forehead punches.

Personality:

People that like to believe appearances are deceiving have obviously never encountered a specimen like Torr before. If asked what his favorite hobby is, his answer would be punching. Actually, that’s just how he would answer most questions, as finding strong opponents is always on the little devil’s mind. But when he is not gleefully punching things, Torr is surprisingly easy to get along with, even if he is a little too blunt with his honesty. And while Torr is rather simple minded, even by Ig standards, what he lacks in smarts he makes up for with his confidence to hit things pretty hard.
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Abilities:

• Scan: Allows you to gain information on enemies you fight. Initial scans grant minimal information, with subsequent scans perfect your knowledge. This ability can be used once every three turns

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Inventory:

Magical Items:

Equipment:

General Items:

Explore | | Kill | | Loot

@Mae

I'm definitely in.

Explore | | Kill | | Loot

@Mae

Whelp, I love pretty much everything about this.

Am I correct to think that we would be playing in a fantasy-ish world with vaguely medieval technology and no true "magic" (as in no throwing fireballs and its ilk)?

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Adrian de Hiertania

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Not for the first time, Adhemar’s angry expression that he shot Adrian’s way during their stare down actually filled the regent with relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if his brother had been connected to the brigands that were terrorizing their borders, but he thankfully wouldn’t have to worry about such a thing as those furious eyes did not hold a drop of guilt in them. Of course, he had trampled all over the king’s nerves, but that happened every other day regardless so it was no big loss. And it thankfully looked like he had not pushed too far, as the only death threats his brother was issuing was not directed at him. All in all, that sounded like a win in Adrian’s book.

But still, his brother’s dismissal left Adrian with a rather bitter taste in his mouth. His expression remained aloof and disinterested, but he couldn’t help but feel like there had to be a better way to get information out of his brother. Adhemar was given a curt nod, and with that Adrian turned on his heel and made for the poor, battered door. Ever since Adhemar had taken the crown, or perhaps even before that, the two brothers had never been able to talk like they used to when they were only boys. It was difficult to say whether it was due to the pressure of ruling a kingsom or the distance that came with Adrian’s time in the military, but their relationship had become almost unbearably strained. Perhaps it was time for him to own up to his part in that.

“You know Addy,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet as he spoke the name of a child that he suspected had died a long time ago, “I intend to keep the promise I made to you. I realize I don’t live up to your ideal of a good ruler and that my methods are anathema to you, but I am truly doing the best that I can.” His hand was on the door, but he turned his head so that one brilliant golden brown eye could meet his brother’s dull ones once more. “If you have a problem with that, then hurry up and get better so that I can get back to what I’m good at.” The door opened with a small creak of protest, but Adrian didn’t wait for a response - didn’t expect a response - from his brother. And for once, he closed the door quietly and respectfully.

Adrian descended the stairs normally, which in itself was hardly normal, as a sinking feeling took hold over his gut. He hoped it was just paranoia or that he was simply experiencing a rare bout of remorse, but he couldn’t shake the idea that something terrible was about to unfold. Thankfully, the sight of Galeran took the regent’s mind off of this odd feeling, so with his usual smirk and an obnoxious wink, he greeted his infallible manservant. “You are truly the most perfect butler that a noble could ask for my dear friend. My brother was just sending a maid for you.” It was difficult to tell from his tone and face whether he was praising the man or teasing him. “I can trust you found that vase for me, yes?” he asked with an expression of complete innocence, even though he couldn’t recall for the life of him what kind of vase he had sent the man after. They both knew this fact, and he suspected that he would soon have to find a new way to rid himself of the capable individual, but Adrian liked to believe that his antics caused the two to form a sort of begrudging respect for each other.

Before Galeran could respond though, Adrian dismissed his own question with a wave of his hand. “Never you mind,” he said with a small smile. “I should not keep you from meeting with my brother and I am sure you would rather I get back to those hazardly piled stacks of papers that are waiting ever so diligently for me on my desk.” And with that, Adrian continued down the stairs, the usual spring in his step back in full force. It wasn’t in his nature to become consumed by such worries, so for now he would simply get back to his never ending pile of work.

Well, at least for the time being he would. Things inevitably found a way to go awfully astray when he was left alone with such a task as monotonous aa signing papers.

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@AimeChambers

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

I apologize for the short post. I wanted to get one in this morning so I wouldn't be holding people up, and there's a meeting this morning I still need to do some reading for.

Tsar Gatto and Sarcelle Renard have had some excellent posts and are clearly skilled roleplayers.

@AAB

But seriously, I wouldn't worry too much about your post length, as the golden rule in roleplaying should always be quality over quanitity. You have been doing a damn fine job making your characters interesting to read about, so as long as you keep that up, things like length will simply come from practice and by picking up tricks from other writers.

And honestly, I feel that I still have a long way to go as I'm still struggling at naturally weaving in details about the scenery and writing engaging action sequences. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that one of the most important things you can do is to always read over your writing and find what you want to try and improve on.