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I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.

My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)

As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.

Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.

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HP: 179/300 | MP: 315/315 | SP: 270/330

The first thing the scout did after being thrown back into a thorny pile of pain was to slip a Clover into his mouth and to mercilessly masticate the herb to a paste that relieved the agony that racked his mind and body. Though as the pain faded, the dull throbbing throughout his battered body warned him that he can't take much more punishment. "<Shit...>" He muttered under his breath as he stood up from his thorny bed to see the catgirl get snatched up by the centipede woman's unbelievably long and prehensile tongue. If it didn't give him nightmares before, that sight alone solidified the monster's place in the man's list of 'shit I would never want to see again.'

Lugh had pulled out and used a talisman that buffed his speed to roughly equal his speed and rushed to the aid of their restrained companion by trying to smack the creature's jaw twice. Not needing another hint, Raime too went on the offensive. Drawing out his Wargtooth Dagger from his side and made a beeline to the tongue. If Lugh was aiming to discombobulate the monster, then he would attempt to sever the tongue to increase the likelihood of freeing their would-be ninja.

In a blink of an eye, Raime closed the distance and delivered several vicious slashes with pinpoint accuracy to the extended tongue muscle. If the monster were to retaliate at any point, Raime would have prepared to activate [Dive N Strike] so he could have a chance in avoiding the attack entirely and severing the tongue in one fell swoop.

The ranger gave the reception area a quick once over. Trying to look for any sign or clue to its relation to the drow gambling den...though he couldn't spot any immediate signs and as far as he could perceive, this was your simple run of the mill bathhouse. Albeit one with an almost nauseating miasma of sweet-smelling aromas. He could only imagine what kind of sensory overload their resident wildling could be experiencing right now.

Nonetheless, he knew of the true purpose of this establishment. Just like back West, the bathhouse was simply a front. The actual business ran along the lines of any bordello or whore house they passed by earlier that day. But he wasn't here to play the holier-than-thou routine. He was here to look for further leads as to where Sandy's current location.

And if it meant that he had to become this establishment's customer to do it, so be it.

The day treatment was the best shot he had on stumbling upon any clues, what more, maybe even discover more valuable intel than they expected.

"Howdy ma'am. I would like the day treatment." The ranger said in a friendly tone as he slightly lifts his helmet by the brim to politely greet her.
Despite him starting early in the morning, it was disheartening to see fewer and fewer places to forage as the unforgiving cold of winter began creeping in. Griz had just returned with a small sack full of berries and edible flowers he had gathered. Not much to contribute to the village's granary but it was always better than nothing.

It was around the same time that a small stocky goblin had called out to him, covered head to toe with ramshackle pieces of bark. "Griz! Where have you been? It's almost time for us to begin patrols." The stocky goblin sees the meager bag of foraged goods and the rather disappointed look on the other goblin's face. "Don't feel too bad, Griz. It's like what the shaman says: 'Nature is just resting after three seasons of providing blessings.' It's out of our hands."

Griz could only sigh and nod to the consoling words of the stockier goblin. "I know but...yeah. Completely out of our control." He sighs. "I'll be in the gathering point in a short while. Ancestors guide you, Rom."

The stocky goblin replied with his own well-wishes before leaving. Griz on the other hand had to prepare for the patrol. Gods know only what they could encounter in the forest and, Griz knew that if they were to encounter the goblins of the rival tribe, some of them may not be coming home tonight...
Exactly why I'm curious.
Nah I just thought there would be some sort of secret hidden away only rogues with high perception could have seen.
Oh well.
Thanks for the info but now I'm even more curious as to what I could have discovered if my roll wasn't complete shit.
I don't think an 8 would give me anything of significance.
May I justify rolling a perception for clues with my proficiency with thieves cant?
Edward Marsh

Ed smiled as their plan was falling into place. The bugs could not have arrived at a more opportune time; allowing the attention of the bandits to be focused on the new arrivals instead of finding out where he, Asteria, and mother rat were hidden. They could even enter the base proper if they so chose to. Maybe the base had more information about the world and perhaps better gear...but that seemed to be a double-edged sword. They would be able to enter the structure but if the battle goes awry they would be stuck inside the enemy base, between a rock and a hard place. Literally. No getting out of there alive.

There's no respawn or continues as far as he knew. If they die. That's it.
But he can at least mitigate the risk.

"Both of us sneaking in now would be too risky. There may be information and better gear inside but getting trapped inside would mean a death sentence." Ed whispered to Asteria as he observed the bandits fight. Learning their moves and trying to identify possible weaknesses they could exploit. "But if one of us goes and the other stays to make an opening, we can lessen the risk of getting trapped. You're smaller and sneakier than I am, so I'll stay behind and do my damnedest to give you an opening if shit hits the fan inside." Ed finishes proposing his suggested course of action for the situation.

His eyes never leave the fight as he grasps his great club. Psyching himself up for the task at hand and gathering as much information as he can against his opponents.

Nearly a month had passed since the old goblin smith had given Griz and Breden their gifts.

Griz would become easily used to the blade. He would go even so far as to claim that Koglan had outdone himself with the craftsmanship of the dagger. May it be harvesting fruits and berries to piercing the skulls of boars or giant frogs, the blade performed exceptionally well. Though the true test of the blade was soon to come. One of the hunters spotted a rival tribe's scouting party dangerously deep within their borders. The Shaman and the Chief suspected that they were prodding their defenses and looking for weaknesses they could exploit.

A telltale sign that they were about to be beset by a raid within the next handful of days.

It was understandable. The cold season would be upon them soon and nature's bounties will not be enough for those who did not prepare accordingly. And as it would seem, their foes are getting desperate to procure those supplies. Though they would be fools to assume that they would be letting this happen lying down.

They needed to bolster their defenses and prepare themselves as best as they could.
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