Damnit. I don't want to give the kid a gold coin but its in Ethan's character to do so. Ill try to get a post up within the next few days.
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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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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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@Lucius Cypher
17 =Perception check to inspect the quality of the knives
16 =Insight check on the child if Ethan is being conned or mislead
17 =Perception check to inspect the quality of the knives
16 =Insight check on the child if Ethan is being conned or mislead
Church
Banned for not knowing what it means.
@Lucius Cypher
Ethan felt a chill run down his spine when the hunter mentioned mountain lions. "Ahh, No worries Miss Atisha." He smiles and puts on a brave face for her, raises his free hand and does a dismissive but polite hand wave as if to fan away her concerns. "It was a kind enough gesture for you to save me and even more kind for you to give me these useful items. The headmaster would have given me a stern lecture if I asked for any more." Ethan involuntarily winces at the memories of the occasions when he was punished for wrong doings in his childhood. The headmaster of the orphanage was a kind and gentle soul, but if you do something wrong you'd be lucky if he lets you off the hook after an hour of lecturing. "I owe you my life, Miss Atisha. If I asked any more, it would be very inconsiderate and rude of me to do so...and I don't think I would be able to repay my debts to you if I did. Hehe" He lets out a slight chuckle. She was about to head back to the village when he glanced at the what little sky that was not obscured by the canopy and can see that the sun would set in a couple hours give or take. If he left now, maybe he could still get back to town before night fell over the land. He stuffs the torches and tinderstick bundle given to him in his small satchel and raises his hand to wave back at the hunter. "Goodbye for now and may the Goddesses of Joy and Fortune smile upon you."
With that done, Ethan heads straight to the first town. Hopefully the supplies would be ready and simply just need to be picked up from the supplier.
Ethan felt a chill run down his spine when the hunter mentioned mountain lions. "Ahh, No worries Miss Atisha." He smiles and puts on a brave face for her, raises his free hand and does a dismissive but polite hand wave as if to fan away her concerns. "It was a kind enough gesture for you to save me and even more kind for you to give me these useful items. The headmaster would have given me a stern lecture if I asked for any more." Ethan involuntarily winces at the memories of the occasions when he was punished for wrong doings in his childhood. The headmaster of the orphanage was a kind and gentle soul, but if you do something wrong you'd be lucky if he lets you off the hook after an hour of lecturing. "I owe you my life, Miss Atisha. If I asked any more, it would be very inconsiderate and rude of me to do so...and I don't think I would be able to repay my debts to you if I did. Hehe" He lets out a slight chuckle. She was about to head back to the village when he glanced at the what little sky that was not obscured by the canopy and can see that the sun would set in a couple hours give or take. If he left now, maybe he could still get back to town before night fell over the land. He stuffs the torches and tinderstick bundle given to him in his small satchel and raises his hand to wave back at the hunter. "Goodbye for now and may the Goddesses of Joy and Fortune smile upon you."
With that done, Ethan heads straight to the first town. Hopefully the supplies would be ready and simply just need to be picked up from the supplier.
The repairs were quick thorough. In no time Emil would be already be back to his position in the front defending the group. He hears their ghoul sniper make a joke about radiation and becoming a ghoul. "Heh. I'll take your word for it Mr. Ghoul." He replied to him with equal amounts of mirth and playfulness. He then stands up and tries to catch up with the paladin who had gone ahead of him. He blames the small tear in his suit but better slightly late than dead by radiation poisoning, right? He was at least able to hear what was said over the radio. Night time was dangerous already in the wastes, what more in Necropolis? A shiver runs down his spine as he imagines what unholy creatures will the night bring out. Maybe creatures worse than the powerarmored ghoul. Emil grimaces at the thought, it was more than likely that there were things here worse than the horror down in the subway tunnels.
The surface, or at least the lobby for the train station, was mostly untouched by scavengers and the like. Skeletons scattered about as if they didn't even know they died. He glances to one side of the lobby and sees a number of skeletons that didn't even belong to an adults. Some appeared to have been mercifully unaware of their deaths and others...others were cowering in corners or laying on the floor in the fetal position. One adult skeleton in a worn sundress clutching desperately onto something bundled in a faded blue swaddling caught Emil's attention. The bundle was pressed deep in its chest...as if her body could have protected it from nuclear fire and radiation. He stops looking at the that side of the terminal and focuses his attention to the paladin's voice explaining that there was a bank not far from their position. Though, judging by the sound of hissing when stray drops of 'water' hit the ground. "I agree. It would provide us shelter and is a fortified location, easing our issue with safety." He scans the room and replies to the group. "We don't necessarily have to run. With all the material I see here in the lobby, I can easily make somethings that could save us from the rain. Its going to take me quite a while to make one for everyone, but better than a breached suit." Emil proposed his idea to the group.
The surface, or at least the lobby for the train station, was mostly untouched by scavengers and the like. Skeletons scattered about as if they didn't even know they died. He glances to one side of the lobby and sees a number of skeletons that didn't even belong to an adults. Some appeared to have been mercifully unaware of their deaths and others...others were cowering in corners or laying on the floor in the fetal position. One adult skeleton in a worn sundress clutching desperately onto something bundled in a faded blue swaddling caught Emil's attention. The bundle was pressed deep in its chest...as if her body could have protected it from nuclear fire and radiation. He stops looking at the that side of the terminal and focuses his attention to the paladin's voice explaining that there was a bank not far from their position. Though, judging by the sound of hissing when stray drops of 'water' hit the ground. "I agree. It would provide us shelter and is a fortified location, easing our issue with safety." He scans the room and replies to the group. "We don't necessarily have to run. With all the material I see here in the lobby, I can easily make somethings that could save us from the rain. Its going to take me quite a while to make one for everyone, but better than a breached suit." Emil proposed his idea to the group.
@Lucius Cypher
Ethan abruptly sat on the dirt road in silence, sans the sounds of his heavy breathing. He dared not move an inch from his position, out of shock as well as the exhaustion he suddenly felt. Sweat poured down his face in streams instead of droplets, his throat had the rusty taste of blood, and his eyes were glazed. He clutched his left ear, hurt from the sudden screech of the now dead blood hawk, and checked if his eardrum had ruptured from the sudden assault of noise. "N-no blood...all good. Yimir's Fething Axe...that was too close. An inch more to the left and I'd be done in." As if to reassure himself he stops clutching his ear and checks his face and neck for any injuries. For what he knew, the adrenaline rush would have dulled his sense of pain and exhaustion. He lets out a relieved sigh as there were no traces of any injury before shaking his head side to side. "How in the nine hells did a simple pick up become a fight for my life...Maker above."
Ethan had regained most of his composure when the red archer had approached his position. "Hey you alright? Bloodhawks, nasty little things. Not unusual for them to go after lone travelers, especially around this time. But you don't look like one of the villagers. In fact, you don't even look like you're from the town. Newcomer?" She asked, piercing the still bodies of the hawks. Probably to make sure the little bastards were really dead, he assumed. She was already tying the birds to her spear when Ethan snapped out of his stupor. Looks up to see his savior, a lady archer dressed in red. Ethan stands from his sitting position on the dirt road and does his best to wipe away the grime and sweat from his face. Feeling exhausted was no excuse to be rude to someone, what more his savior. He stands upright as best as he can and tips the slightly sweaty hat atop his crown to greet her. "Thank you miss archer for the rescue, I owe you my life. I'm unharmed, if not just tired from running...and you are correct. I just arrived to Frontier Town a number of hours ago. You are quite perceptive miss archer, furthermore very skilled with a bow." He compliments the young archer in red, noting that striking such small and fast targets like the blood hawks is quite the feat. "Ah...where are my manners. I am Ethan Bradford, formerly a wanderer and currently a courier for the local inn. Pleasure to meet you."
Ethan abruptly sat on the dirt road in silence, sans the sounds of his heavy breathing. He dared not move an inch from his position, out of shock as well as the exhaustion he suddenly felt. Sweat poured down his face in streams instead of droplets, his throat had the rusty taste of blood, and his eyes were glazed. He clutched his left ear, hurt from the sudden screech of the now dead blood hawk, and checked if his eardrum had ruptured from the sudden assault of noise. "N-no blood...all good. Yimir's Fething Axe...that was too close. An inch more to the left and I'd be done in." As if to reassure himself he stops clutching his ear and checks his face and neck for any injuries. For what he knew, the adrenaline rush would have dulled his sense of pain and exhaustion. He lets out a relieved sigh as there were no traces of any injury before shaking his head side to side. "How in the nine hells did a simple pick up become a fight for my life...Maker above."
Ethan had regained most of his composure when the red archer had approached his position. "Hey you alright? Bloodhawks, nasty little things. Not unusual for them to go after lone travelers, especially around this time. But you don't look like one of the villagers. In fact, you don't even look like you're from the town. Newcomer?" She asked, piercing the still bodies of the hawks. Probably to make sure the little bastards were really dead, he assumed. She was already tying the birds to her spear when Ethan snapped out of his stupor. Looks up to see his savior, a lady archer dressed in red. Ethan stands from his sitting position on the dirt road and does his best to wipe away the grime and sweat from his face. Feeling exhausted was no excuse to be rude to someone, what more his savior. He stands upright as best as he can and tips the slightly sweaty hat atop his crown to greet her. "Thank you miss archer for the rescue, I owe you my life. I'm unharmed, if not just tired from running...and you are correct. I just arrived to Frontier Town a number of hours ago. You are quite perceptive miss archer, furthermore very skilled with a bow." He compliments the young archer in red, noting that striking such small and fast targets like the blood hawks is quite the feat. "Ah...where are my manners. I am Ethan Bradford, formerly a wanderer and currently a courier for the local inn. Pleasure to meet you."
@SilverPaw
"It's rather cramped and dark in here, but I do believe that the camouflage is doing it's job well." He gives a sidelong glance to Asteria and her mother and could barely discern them from the surrounding soil in the darkness provided by the foxhole. Even from his position inside of the foxhole, his sharp hearing could still catch the sounds of the outside. He could hear the sounds of what he assumed to be screaming from goblins. He didn't care if the screams were of defeat or triumph, it unnerved him that they were getting so close that his heightened hearing could already pick up such sounds from them. He could feel the uneasiness turn into a palpable sense of fear and panic setting in. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and felt like someone punched him in the gut. He knew that in this state, he could barely stand straight; what more pull off an ambush and fight. Ed nodded silently in the darkness of the hole, wracking his brain for a means to calm himself. 'Rest? No no no, can't be caught unaware when we spring the ambush. Breathing exercises? Yeah...that ought to work. I should do that...help calm the nerves and all that.' He thinks to himself as he begins to meditate as best as he could.
Ed relaxes his body and gets comfortable as he could in the cramped hole before controlling his breathing. Taking deep breaths through his nose and releasing his breath through his mouth; emptying his mind and only focusing on the sounds of his breaths and his breathing. Ed did practice breathing exercises, but never really got it into seriously practicing it in his old life. Though now would be a good opportunity as any other to start. Ed had to admit, the act of itself was quite relaxing effect on him considering that they were on the verge of fighting an all out war against green psychopathic midgets hellbent on wiping anything not goblin led by a big hairy asshole, a burned one, and a fellow reincarnate. Though right now, the only thing he was bothered with was the pace of his breathing and calming himself down.
"It's rather cramped and dark in here, but I do believe that the camouflage is doing it's job well." He gives a sidelong glance to Asteria and her mother and could barely discern them from the surrounding soil in the darkness provided by the foxhole. Even from his position inside of the foxhole, his sharp hearing could still catch the sounds of the outside. He could hear the sounds of what he assumed to be screaming from goblins. He didn't care if the screams were of defeat or triumph, it unnerved him that they were getting so close that his heightened hearing could already pick up such sounds from them. He could feel the uneasiness turn into a palpable sense of fear and panic setting in. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and felt like someone punched him in the gut. He knew that in this state, he could barely stand straight; what more pull off an ambush and fight. Ed nodded silently in the darkness of the hole, wracking his brain for a means to calm himself. 'Rest? No no no, can't be caught unaware when we spring the ambush. Breathing exercises? Yeah...that ought to work. I should do that...help calm the nerves and all that.' He thinks to himself as he begins to meditate as best as he could.
Ed relaxes his body and gets comfortable as he could in the cramped hole before controlling his breathing. Taking deep breaths through his nose and releasing his breath through his mouth; emptying his mind and only focusing on the sounds of his breaths and his breathing. Ed did practice breathing exercises, but never really got it into seriously practicing it in his old life. Though now would be a good opportunity as any other to start. Ed had to admit, the act of itself was quite relaxing effect on him considering that they were on the verge of fighting an all out war against green psychopathic midgets hellbent on wiping anything not goblin led by a big hairy asshole, a burned one, and a fellow reincarnate. Though right now, the only thing he was bothered with was the pace of his breathing and calming himself down.
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