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Searat
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The Aqueous Rodent
STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 7 yrs ago
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Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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8 yrs ago
Pizza is a main course, but is also a pie. Therefore, I can eat pizza as my meal and have another pizza as my dessert.
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When I need a left sock, there is none. When I don't need one, there is a surplus. I think the world is toying with me.
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Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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Bio
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.
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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Suffering
"Say what you want, girl. The journey ahead is going to be a long one and we will surely reach lands colder than Vasilius, lands covered in snow, and I do not think you would like to know what frost's bite is..." Gaius had heard of horrid stories where travelers had to sever fingers, toes, and even limbs that had blackened due to the cold. There were even tales where the cold had blackened the limbs to the point they simply fell off. When the time comes for them to gather supplies for the journey, he would ask for a spare set of warm clothes. Gods be damned if he were to let that happen to her just because the girl was too stubborn to ask for warmer clothes.
The voice of the younger man breaks his train of thought. It seemed that he was suggesting the group should plan, or at the very least to decide, where the group should go first. He had suggested they begin their search for answers in Eerum or Kafaara. Kafaara would be their best bet in getting a lead, though in truth he knew little about the city other than that was were the Barbed Church's influence and power was the strongest. He was one of the few individuals in the kingdom that was not a follower of the faith. Opting to believe in a pantheon of gods that each rule an aspect of the world.
It was then the boy interjected his position on the matter. According to him entrance to the city was barred from everyone. Gaius seemed skeptical at the boy's knowledge regarding Kafarra and was about to disregard it but stopped as soon as he revealed the maps from his bag for display. He decided to give the boy a chance. The boy was a cartographer, well at least one in training. Though his suggestion to take paths that lead to strange and unknown locations was rather ludicrous. They were looking for information. Not an adventure. "Its good to know that you are a cartographer...well one in training at least, but do understand that we cannot risk spending supplies and time on a 'what if.' Unless you have proof that would assure us that your venture will be useful, I cannot agree to your suggestion."
The voice of the younger man breaks his train of thought. It seemed that he was suggesting the group should plan, or at the very least to decide, where the group should go first. He had suggested they begin their search for answers in Eerum or Kafaara. Kafaara would be their best bet in getting a lead, though in truth he knew little about the city other than that was were the Barbed Church's influence and power was the strongest. He was one of the few individuals in the kingdom that was not a follower of the faith. Opting to believe in a pantheon of gods that each rule an aspect of the world.
It was then the boy interjected his position on the matter. According to him entrance to the city was barred from everyone. Gaius seemed skeptical at the boy's knowledge regarding Kafarra and was about to disregard it but stopped as soon as he revealed the maps from his bag for display. He decided to give the boy a chance. The boy was a cartographer, well at least one in training. Though his suggestion to take paths that lead to strange and unknown locations was rather ludicrous. They were looking for information. Not an adventure. "Its good to know that you are a cartographer...well one in training at least, but do understand that we cannot risk spending supplies and time on a 'what if.' Unless you have proof that would assure us that your venture will be useful, I cannot agree to your suggestion."
Maybe real life stuff got them busy or something?
Gaius couldn't help but take in as much of the views of Vasilius upon entering the city, no matter how inconvenient it was to view the sights in full with a helmet on. Gaius avoided large cities like these as it posed a very high chance of capture and capture meant a death sentence to a criminal like him. Vasillius was the capital and was surely one of the most, if not the most, secure of cities in the realm. Though now he could lower his guard and simply appreciate the grandeur and beauty of the city without fear. He had answered the king's call for aid without hesitation and by answering it, he gained the incentive of being pardoned of his crimes. Though that alone will not stop some others from pursuing him, he at least was free to enter cities and large towns now.
He, along with some other individuals, were brought into Garland Citadel where they rested and ate their meals before being tested by physicians and magicians. The day after they were escorted to the main throne room where the king would address them. The pride he had felt for answering his king's call was doubled as soon as he heard his king address them...even if he felt that the hope and optimism the king had displayed was forced. The king then explained that the man named Aborran would be marking the volunteers to keep track of them as well as give them a resistance against the blight.
While waiting for his turn to be marked by the man named Aborran, he cast glances at his fellow volunteers. The first individual he took note of was a young, sickly looking young boy. It seemed that the boy held disdain and...hate in his eyes when he had seen Gaius. Not wanting to look at the boy any further he moves on to the next individual present. The second was a young girl shivering, clearly not used to the cold temperature but trying her best to hide that fact. Gaius tries his best to sound friendly and avoid intimidating the girl.
"Oi, just giving a suggestion...but you should go ask for a coat or some warm clothes. You're going to risk your life for 'em. Least they could do for you is give you some warm clothes."
After giving his suggestion to the young girl he looks over to the other two men present. The first is a hooded younger man that seemed like the one to do unsavory acts. Gaius was unsure to the actual capabilities and motives of the younger man but took note to keep an eye on him before focusing on the much older man. He was by far the oldest in the group but, due to his size and gear, seemed to be one of the more capable ones. Gaius was not able to take in any more information before it was his turn to be marked by Aborran. He had approached Gaius and marked him with a symbol that quickly appeared and just as quickly disappeared. Gaius notes the strange feeling of being marked while he looks at where the symbol had appeared on his arm with curiosity. Such a simple mark had the capacity and capability to both track them individually and resist the blight.
'Such is the mystery of magiks and the like...' he thought to himself before he heard the young boy's surprisingly loud proposition. Gaius smirked under his helmet, such are young children. Enamored by the thought of good food and sweets. 'Heh, the boy has a sweet tooth like Rivus did...' The thought causes him to wince as a pang of sadness and regret struck him. It has been years but the pain is still fresh.
He, along with some other individuals, were brought into Garland Citadel where they rested and ate their meals before being tested by physicians and magicians. The day after they were escorted to the main throne room where the king would address them. The pride he had felt for answering his king's call was doubled as soon as he heard his king address them...even if he felt that the hope and optimism the king had displayed was forced. The king then explained that the man named Aborran would be marking the volunteers to keep track of them as well as give them a resistance against the blight.
While waiting for his turn to be marked by the man named Aborran, he cast glances at his fellow volunteers. The first individual he took note of was a young, sickly looking young boy. It seemed that the boy held disdain and...hate in his eyes when he had seen Gaius. Not wanting to look at the boy any further he moves on to the next individual present. The second was a young girl shivering, clearly not used to the cold temperature but trying her best to hide that fact. Gaius tries his best to sound friendly and avoid intimidating the girl.
"Oi, just giving a suggestion...but you should go ask for a coat or some warm clothes. You're going to risk your life for 'em. Least they could do for you is give you some warm clothes."
After giving his suggestion to the young girl he looks over to the other two men present. The first is a hooded younger man that seemed like the one to do unsavory acts. Gaius was unsure to the actual capabilities and motives of the younger man but took note to keep an eye on him before focusing on the much older man. He was by far the oldest in the group but, due to his size and gear, seemed to be one of the more capable ones. Gaius was not able to take in any more information before it was his turn to be marked by Aborran. He had approached Gaius and marked him with a symbol that quickly appeared and just as quickly disappeared. Gaius notes the strange feeling of being marked while he looks at where the symbol had appeared on his arm with curiosity. Such a simple mark had the capacity and capability to both track them individually and resist the blight.
'Such is the mystery of magiks and the like...' he thought to himself before he heard the young boy's surprisingly loud proposition. Gaius smirked under his helmet, such are young children. Enamored by the thought of good food and sweets. 'Heh, the boy has a sweet tooth like Rivus did...' The thought causes him to wince as a pang of sadness and regret struck him. It has been years but the pain is still fresh.
@Argonaut @KatherinWinter @SpawnMeme
Richard lets out a sigh of relief as it seems that his current partner had not been harmed by the demon. "Its never a good thing if the suspect resists arrest, even more so in our line of work... " Richard tells Caz as he walks closer to both the wraith and the wall of tar like substance. "Well, just be glad that it didn't do anything further than trying to immobilize you. God knows I can't fix you, being a wraith and all." Richard says before also touching the wall. It reacts the same as earlier and is purified by mere touch but at a slower rate due to the sheer amount present. "I agree to using the flasks but only if things do get that serious. The suspect ran instead of confronting you and maybe we can still convince it to stand down. As for Griffin, he is still talking to the other agent that arrived back at the scene. "
Richard lets out a sigh of relief as it seems that his current partner had not been harmed by the demon. "Its never a good thing if the suspect resists arrest, even more so in our line of work... " Richard tells Caz as he walks closer to both the wraith and the wall of tar like substance. "Well, just be glad that it didn't do anything further than trying to immobilize you. God knows I can't fix you, being a wraith and all." Richard says before also touching the wall. It reacts the same as earlier and is purified by mere touch but at a slower rate due to the sheer amount present. "I agree to using the flasks but only if things do get that serious. The suspect ran instead of confronting you and maybe we can still convince it to stand down. As for Griffin, he is still talking to the other agent that arrived back at the scene. "
@Argonaut @KatherinWinter @SpawnMeme
It took Richard a considerable amount of time to understand the instructions left behind by his wraith companion, mainly due to the paper falling into a nearby puddle when he had failed to grasp it in time and smudging the instructions considerably. The sounds of animalistic and almost feral sounds and the sudden coldness assures the man that he had followed the instructions correctly.
"You shouldn't go off ahead by yourself, its dange-" Richard fails to finish his sentence as he turns the corner and sees the solid wall of black substance as well as some of the black substance that had gone onto Caz's legs."Caz, are you alright? Did the suspect do this to you?" Richard asks concerned for his current partner.
It took Richard a considerable amount of time to understand the instructions left behind by his wraith companion, mainly due to the paper falling into a nearby puddle when he had failed to grasp it in time and smudging the instructions considerably. The sounds of animalistic and almost feral sounds and the sudden coldness assures the man that he had followed the instructions correctly.
"You shouldn't go off ahead by yourself, its dange-" Richard fails to finish his sentence as he turns the corner and sees the solid wall of black substance as well as some of the black substance that had gone onto Caz's legs."Caz, are you alright? Did the suspect do this to you?" Richard asks concerned for his current partner.
Roy could feel his heart beat a mile a minute as the alpha horned wolf began it's charge. Though it's sudden decision to toss a log straight at him was surprising to the musketeer. He could not think quickly enough consider the outcome of his reaction but let his instincts and training training take the reigns. Roy jumps over the log successfully. Not so much with the accompanying alpha horned wolf. Knocking him out of the air, Roy falls flat on the grassy dirt, knocking the sword and pistol out of his hand. The alpha was quick on its paws and with an almost savage glee, lunges at the his prone form with intent to tear the man's throat wide open. The wolf's maw meets not the flesh of the man, but the hard leather armor that protected and cushioned his throat. The beast's teeth fail to pierce the armor but the sheer force is enough to stop Roy's ability to breathe properly. To make matters worse, the intelligence of the wolf made it so that it had quickly realized that the bite was not enough to kill the man and begins to thrash around; hoping to choke the man out or break his neck. Whichever came first...
Seconds felt like hours. Roy had little hope in this situation, he was under the mercy of the alpha horned wolf that was sure to kill him. He was slowly loosing consciousness before he felt the familiar touch of his pistol. As a last ditch effort, Roy mustered up all his mental and physical prowess and took the pistol and jam the barrel under the alpha's skull and pulled the trigger. The natural defenses of the alpha were no issue to the signature pistol of the musketeer. The Bristonian pistol was designed to deal with heavily armored foes and puncture through thick plates of armor...the flesh, bone, and horns of the wolf were nothing to the pistol. The wolf's maw loosens around Roy's throat as the alpha wolf slumps dead on the grass with brain matter and blood gushing out a hole the size of a small orange at the top of it's head. Roy quickly sat up to take a lungful of air and couldn't be even more grateful to the divines as the refreshing feeling of being able to breath again fills his being. Though the wolf lay dead beside him, it had left its mark. Roy had difficulty breathing and was sent into violent coughing fits as swallowing was too painful a task at the moment.
Roy was massaging his throat to help ease the soreness when he saw the golden necklace still wrapped around the horn of the dead alpha. He looks at the pendant and unwraps it from the horn, curious as to why the trinket was wrapped there in the first place. Quietly in the night, he inspects the necklace.
Seconds felt like hours. Roy had little hope in this situation, he was under the mercy of the alpha horned wolf that was sure to kill him. He was slowly loosing consciousness before he felt the familiar touch of his pistol. As a last ditch effort, Roy mustered up all his mental and physical prowess and took the pistol and jam the barrel under the alpha's skull and pulled the trigger. The natural defenses of the alpha were no issue to the signature pistol of the musketeer. The Bristonian pistol was designed to deal with heavily armored foes and puncture through thick plates of armor...the flesh, bone, and horns of the wolf were nothing to the pistol. The wolf's maw loosens around Roy's throat as the alpha wolf slumps dead on the grass with brain matter and blood gushing out a hole the size of a small orange at the top of it's head. Roy quickly sat up to take a lungful of air and couldn't be even more grateful to the divines as the refreshing feeling of being able to breath again fills his being. Though the wolf lay dead beside him, it had left its mark. Roy had difficulty breathing and was sent into violent coughing fits as swallowing was too painful a task at the moment.
Roy was massaging his throat to help ease the soreness when he saw the golden necklace still wrapped around the horn of the dead alpha. He looks at the pendant and unwraps it from the horn, curious as to why the trinket was wrapped there in the first place. Quietly in the night, he inspects the necklace.
Can't hurt to try right? Try to read some DnD entries about treants and see if that gets the idea flowing.
@Jangel13
I feel kinda bad that you don't get to post often. Would you like to take control as narrator for Taurl's treant encounter?
I feel kinda bad that you don't get to post often. Would you like to take control as narrator for Taurl's treant encounter?
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