Exactly why I wanted to just upload a pdf.
Searat
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Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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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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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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@Bright_Ops @Superboy
Ingo was brought back into reality when he had saw that there was a commotion going on within the square. There were two men pursuing one man through the crowd. The sight itself slightly confused the miner. Why would two men be chasing after another? It was then he heard one of the two men claim that the one they were pursuing had cheated on something. It seemed that things were escalating fast and if no one would intervene, it would lead to a fight. Sure enough a fist found its way to a face and as all things went south afterwards. There was an officer that tried yelling at the three to stop. He wasn't sure if the man's voice and threats were enough to dissuade the men from the knife fight that would probably injure, or worse, kill at least one of them.
Ingo had seen a fair share of fights back in his home planet, but most of them were solved with fists and not with weapons. This was usually because the mine foreman would have broken the fight and had punished the ones responsible to extra hours and cut rations and pay for three months. Usually, Ingo would have not done anything but alert the others that a fight was going on, though this was different from those times. One, there was no foreman to speak of to punish them. Two, a knife was drawn and they were ready to kill one another if they were to go any further.
The tall muscular miner walked towards the three and decided to intervene the fight before it got any further, even if he had to clock some poor sods stupid with his fists. As long as he could prevent the casualties caused by the fight, by the throne, he didn't care if he would be punished. 'Emperor, guide me...' Ingo thought to himself as he put himself in between the two men and the knife wielding man. "Boys, you better stop doing this mucking about or I'm gonna have ta start something." He cracks his knuckles and flexes his large muscular arms to prove his point.
Ingo was brought back into reality when he had saw that there was a commotion going on within the square. There were two men pursuing one man through the crowd. The sight itself slightly confused the miner. Why would two men be chasing after another? It was then he heard one of the two men claim that the one they were pursuing had cheated on something. It seemed that things were escalating fast and if no one would intervene, it would lead to a fight. Sure enough a fist found its way to a face and as all things went south afterwards. There was an officer that tried yelling at the three to stop. He wasn't sure if the man's voice and threats were enough to dissuade the men from the knife fight that would probably injure, or worse, kill at least one of them.
Ingo had seen a fair share of fights back in his home planet, but most of them were solved with fists and not with weapons. This was usually because the mine foreman would have broken the fight and had punished the ones responsible to extra hours and cut rations and pay for three months. Usually, Ingo would have not done anything but alert the others that a fight was going on, though this was different from those times. One, there was no foreman to speak of to punish them. Two, a knife was drawn and they were ready to kill one another if they were to go any further.
The tall muscular miner walked towards the three and decided to intervene the fight before it got any further, even if he had to clock some poor sods stupid with his fists. As long as he could prevent the casualties caused by the fight, by the throne, he didn't care if he would be punished. 'Emperor, guide me...' Ingo thought to himself as he put himself in between the two men and the knife wielding man. "Boys, you better stop doing this mucking about or I'm gonna have ta start something." He cracks his knuckles and flexes his large muscular arms to prove his point.
Any idea how I can upload the pdf of Roy's converted character sheet?
@Superboy
Ill try to send Ingo to your aid when I get home to post properly.
Ill try to send Ingo to your aid when I get home to post properly.
Don't get your hopes too high @Zanderkvothe, Boss does give some secrets but its vague and probably hell just say "You'll have to find out. -winky face-" when you ask something too specific.
Jason, Asteria & Edward
@Zeroth@SilverPaw@Guy0fV4lor@Kazemitsu
You are experiencing a Fast Rate of Skill Progression.
The sudden 'System' notification that popped in his head, startled him slightly from his concentrated state. Though he didn't feel any significantly any different from before, there was now a warm pulse like tingling flowing through his body. Ed wasn't an expert on magic, but he was quite sure this was something of a result of his experiment and the notification was solid proof of that. 'Wow...something really did happen. Maybe if I try a little harder imagining that-' It was then the sudden "Test!" that popped in his head that caused his eyes to go wide in shock and his jaw to drop. Jason had really been able to create something of a psychic link to him and he could clearly hear his voice. "Holy shit, Jason. It worked. It actually worked!" He almost yelled at his slime ally out of sheer excitement and shock. Never had psychic ability been present when he was alive as a human, this was an absolute groundbreaking scientific breakthrough and he was part of it. Scientists more deserving than he was would kill to experience this, but here he was. It caused a slight feeling of pride to swell within him.
Using his newfound [Telepathy I] Jason responded directly into Ed's mind with a psychic chuckle, 'I told you I was close! Now, how to build off of this? There are so many possibilities.... I'm going to try them all!'
Retracting his pseudopods from the sides of Ed's head, Jason slowly approached Asteria, extending his pseudopods invitingly before her.
Ed offered Jason a quick nod of affirmation after he had retracted his pseudopods from him.
With the little experiment of Jason finally yielding a good result, it was time he focused on the reaction he had when he imagined the invisible mana layer hardening and form a protective sheen on his body. Focusing significantly harder now, he begins by retaining the image of the mana layer surrounding him. Then once the image was clear in his mind, he begins to imagine another layer of mana appearing and settling atop the first layer and also hardening. It was getting more and more difficult to focus and retain the image. Maybe he was running low on mana?
Asteria was briefly distracted by Mother rat who was either curious or disconcerted about what Ed and Jason were doing. "It's alright, Mother," Asteria said to her softly, brushing against her. "They're just trying some things out," she said despite being certain that the Dire rat wouldn't understand. But perhaps she would be reassured.
Ed's sudden shout alerted her to Jason's success. "You got the telepathy? That's amazing!" She was definitely excited about this. Who wouldn't be about magic, something impossible in their previous world? And telepathy, if they could get it working long range, would be dead useful. With some strange mix of wariness and eagerness, she approached Jason. "C'mmon, do the thing. I'll try and see if I can feel the magic, so just chat for a while, alright?" she proposed, then closed her eyes and focused on her remaining senses. She could hear her own breath, the pitter-patter of her faster-than-human heartbeat and even what might have been the sound of her blood flowing trough her. She felt the ground beneath her, soft yet sturdy, warming where she had been standing from absorbing part of her body heat. Whenever Jason touched her - was that gelatinous extension a limb? - she intended to focus intensely on the point of connection and concentrate on feeling what he was doing in the hopes that that was a way to either make her sensitive to magical forces or a way to develop reciprocal telepathy.
Jason found Asteria's sudden change of heart quite funny. Touching his pseudopods to the sides of the dire rat's fuzzy head as he activated his [Telepathy I]. 'I told you have a little faith... Now, since you want to try making this method of communication a two way street, I'd like to try another experiment. I'm going to try reading your mind. Now, to test this, I'm going to need a little help from you, I want you to clear your mind, and focus on a singular thought, let me know when you're ready' he thought, awaiting her reply.
Asteria kept focusing on the magical connection Jason was creating, but only felt the strange but physical jelly-like substance that was touching her fur and skin. She slowed her breathing, doing her best to achieve a state similar to the one just before falling asleep. She relaxed the tension in her muscles and tried to forget or at least temporarily ignore her worries, specifically those relating to Jason. For all that she knew, a basic level of trust might help in this experiment, though having any kind of 'faith' in him as he consistently requested wasn't really something she could just decide and do. But for now, she tried to let those concerns lie silent and still. What she was attempting to do was most likely akin to meditation, not something she had ever practiced, so it took a while for her to get anywhere close to serene or clear-of-thought. Then, trying to find some kind of inner force, if such a thing existed inside of her body, she strongly directed a thought of Hey. towards the connection she imagined to be between them. She repeated that thought until it practically echoed inside of her mind, concentrating on wanting Jason to hear it and imagined sending it from inside of her brain towards Jason via his viscous tendril that he kept connected to her head.
After waiting awhile for a confirmation that never came, Jason eventually just assumed she forgot and activated his [Telepathy I], 'Now you may feel a slight tugging on your thought... Don't fight it, just let it float away.' the slime communicated as he cleared his own mind.
Focusing as hard as he could, Jason pushed mana through the 'invisible connection' gently ebbing his mana onward until it reached the point where the message would normally be delivered. Upon his mana reaching what he assumed was Asteria's mind, Jason pushed his mana into whatever thought it could reach before immediately pulling it back, the thought hopefully in tow.
Ingo was completely and utterly stumped by the sights and sounds of the communal square. Never once he had been able to see the capital of the whole system with his very own eyes. If he were to tell his younger self that he would be one of the lucky ones to answer the call of their governor to protect and defend their home, the younger would have called the older crazy. So many new faces too. He didn't even think there were other people that had a lighter skin than the mine foreman's dark olive complexion, but he even saw a person with such fair skin that he almost looked white. He let out a quick chuckle and thanked the Emperor that he was one of the rare miners in Sandy Rock that had some skill in reading and a little in writing. He hadn't brought much other than his mining get up, his pickaxe, and the trusty stub pistol.
He had used the pistol only once in his life, the only time was when he used it to wound and scare away a large webtalon that was about to attack his friends. The Emperor had little use for a dead miner. Though he relied more on his pick to deal with harvesting hard rock and killing the occasional webtalon. He could see a number of other people gathering near the square, maybe they too were the ones who answered the call?
He had used the pistol only once in his life, the only time was when he used it to wound and scare away a large webtalon that was about to attack his friends. The Emperor had little use for a dead miner. Though he relied more on his pick to deal with harvesting hard rock and killing the occasional webtalon. He could see a number of other people gathering near the square, maybe they too were the ones who answered the call?
And random personnel.
If stekkmen won't be able to reply back on Friday, I'm gonna go ahead for the encounter.
Also, is the GM responsible for the narration on what happens to Mason when in the transport and probably containment cell or Blueflame does?
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