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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Emil simply stared in disbelief as their demolitions expert simply ran up the stairs, giddy as a bighorner seeing a barrel of banana yucca fruit. A number of the other mercenaries arrived into the lobby of the metro. Emil was unsure what they were doing specifically as the brotherhood paladin rushing after their overly excited demolitions expert like a concerned mother was far more attention getting than anything else. He couldn't help but smile as the thought of the paladin being the 'team mom' entered his mind. That smile was quickly wiped from his face when he heard her hiss out. "Don't speak. Don't fucking move. Don't even breathe. Make a sound and I let you go. Everyone hit the fucking ground or hug a wall. Make yourself as small as possible and don't make a fucking sound." His face twists into a face of concern and worry. 'The hell is happening up there?' He thinks to himself before following instructions and leaned casually onto a wall across the tunnel she and the demolitions expert had entered. He then tried to contact the paladin to confirm if something bad was happening.
He didn't get a chance to do so when he saw the monster stepping into the lobby. It was easily the most frightening thing Emil had ever saw, even the ghoul in power armor does not hold a candle to this beast. It made the common deathclaw look like a gecko in comparison. That's how terrifying the beast was in his eyes. It had to stoop low to even walk through a tunnel that could easily fit five people standing shoulder to shoulder. Adrenaline rushed into his system, causing his eyes to dilate. He could see almost every detail of the creature. From its massive musculature that supported its weight effortlessly, to its complete lack of eyes. 'It has no capacity to see us in the conventional sense.' Emil reasoned out in his mind as it produced loud clicking sounds and took tentative sniffs of the skeletons it detected near the tunnel. 'It's sense of smell and hearing must be exceptional. Using sound to locate potential prey and using smell to confirm it it is edible or not.' He hypothesized. He had little time and the only means he had of communication with the others was his radio system. He would be taking a risk, but he had to warn the others.
He slowly and gently raised his hand to the device controlling the transmitter, and felt his heart nearly stop when there was a slightly audible click when he activated it. The beast ceased its actions and 'looked' at him and clicked at his general direction. Emil speaks softly and as quietly as possible. "It. uses. sound." But no matter how soft he spoke, the beast had taken interest at the sound the transmitter made. Emil shut his eyes tight and held his breath as best as he could. Hearing the crunching of ancient tiles and bones underneath each step as it got closer and closer to him.
He didn't get a chance to do so when he saw the monster stepping into the lobby. It was easily the most frightening thing Emil had ever saw, even the ghoul in power armor does not hold a candle to this beast. It made the common deathclaw look like a gecko in comparison. That's how terrifying the beast was in his eyes. It had to stoop low to even walk through a tunnel that could easily fit five people standing shoulder to shoulder. Adrenaline rushed into his system, causing his eyes to dilate. He could see almost every detail of the creature. From its massive musculature that supported its weight effortlessly, to its complete lack of eyes. 'It has no capacity to see us in the conventional sense.' Emil reasoned out in his mind as it produced loud clicking sounds and took tentative sniffs of the skeletons it detected near the tunnel. 'It's sense of smell and hearing must be exceptional. Using sound to locate potential prey and using smell to confirm it it is edible or not.' He hypothesized. He had little time and the only means he had of communication with the others was his radio system. He would be taking a risk, but he had to warn the others.
He slowly and gently raised his hand to the device controlling the transmitter, and felt his heart nearly stop when there was a slightly audible click when he activated it. The beast ceased its actions and 'looked' at him and clicked at his general direction. Emil speaks softly and as quietly as possible. "It. uses. sound." But no matter how soft he spoke, the beast had taken interest at the sound the transmitter made. Emil shut his eyes tight and held his breath as best as he could. Hearing the crunching of ancient tiles and bones underneath each step as it got closer and closer to him.
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Karl knelt silently on the floor beside his bed in the crew quarters as he prayed. He could not sleep properly on the beds that the vessel had. It was too soft in his opinion, it felt like it would collapse under him at any given moment. While the others may appreciate the 'decent' bed, Karl did not and opted to sleep on the floor beside his bed. The cold and hard surface of the floor eased his worries and aided him in his pursuit of rest. He followed his morning routine, like he had done every day in the past twenty eight years of his life. At 0500 he woke up and began his morning prayers to the God Emperor of Mankind. He may be no longer part of the guard, but no one could remove the guardsman out of Karl. By 0530, he began maintaining his equipment. Disassembling and cleaning his lasgun had become second nature to him and he needn't a second glance to each part to know which part goes. Karl was sure the machine spirit of his weapon would be satisfied with his dedication to keep it clean and functioning.
Unconsciously, he grasped his long sword and his whetstone and was about to begin sharpening the blade when he stopped himself before the stone abrasive touched the blade. Karl frowned and put away the whetstone and simply observed the near snow white sword that laid on his hands. This part of routine was no longer necessary. The rogue trader had upgraded his long sword to have a mono-molecular edge, as a welcoming gift he claimed. The Iothean white steel blade was already sharp as is, but it wouldn't do Karl any good by refusing the generosity of his current employer. Returning his blade to it's sheath he set his attention to his armor. He owed his life to these pieces of armor. In respect to them, he polishes and maintains the armor pieces with utmost care. He finishes his morning routine and suits up with his armor before the morning meals are served at 0700. The meals served in the vessel was leagues above the meals he remembered in the guard, from tasteless grey slop he was used to consuming on a daily basis to a meal that actually had flavor.
It had been a few hours since Karl finished his meal when the announcement was made that his lord Drake was getting a shuttle prepared. Without question, he headed straight to the hangars. House Drake had hired him to protect his lord from whatever dangers he may face in his travels and Karl had no intention to let his lord face them alone. A number of men were already prepared to board the shuttle along. He had taken position near the rest of his fellows and greeted lord Drake with a salute and the sign of the Aquila. It was then his lord turned to face the man named Lazarus and inquired if he was ready to leave. Karl need not reply when Lazarus said he could not speak on behalf of the armsmen. It was a given that wherever lord Drake goes, he would follow.
Unconsciously, he grasped his long sword and his whetstone and was about to begin sharpening the blade when he stopped himself before the stone abrasive touched the blade. Karl frowned and put away the whetstone and simply observed the near snow white sword that laid on his hands. This part of routine was no longer necessary. The rogue trader had upgraded his long sword to have a mono-molecular edge, as a welcoming gift he claimed. The Iothean white steel blade was already sharp as is, but it wouldn't do Karl any good by refusing the generosity of his current employer. Returning his blade to it's sheath he set his attention to his armor. He owed his life to these pieces of armor. In respect to them, he polishes and maintains the armor pieces with utmost care. He finishes his morning routine and suits up with his armor before the morning meals are served at 0700. The meals served in the vessel was leagues above the meals he remembered in the guard, from tasteless grey slop he was used to consuming on a daily basis to a meal that actually had flavor.
It had been a few hours since Karl finished his meal when the announcement was made that his lord Drake was getting a shuttle prepared. Without question, he headed straight to the hangars. House Drake had hired him to protect his lord from whatever dangers he may face in his travels and Karl had no intention to let his lord face them alone. A number of men were already prepared to board the shuttle along. He had taken position near the rest of his fellows and greeted lord Drake with a salute and the sign of the Aquila. It was then his lord turned to face the man named Lazarus and inquired if he was ready to leave. Karl need not reply when Lazarus said he could not speak on behalf of the armsmen. It was a given that wherever lord Drake goes, he would follow.
@Lucius Cypher @Riaxh @rush99999 @Duthguy
Roy had anticipated that the beasts would have been ferocious. As he dashed past the corpse of the sea creature they were feasting on and straight towards the temple. It was then the two of the creatures decided to lay their assault against Roy. It didn't surprise the musketeer that the beasts would resort to such tactics, though their somewhat simultaneous attacks caught the man off guard. While he managed to nimbly dodge the maw of the monster that aimed at his head, its claws found it's way to his neck. Had the hard leather armor protecting his neck not been present, surely the damage would have been more severe. He had no time to let out a pained grunt when he felt the second's jaws upon his right leg, while it's teeth were too dull to pierce the hardened leather, its claws found its way to Roy's thigh. It then the adventurer with the strange instrument arrived to aid him. In a flash of flesh and steel, the two trogs that attacked him lay dead.
Roy then took a lungful of clean air before the miasma could and ran past the dead troglodytes. There were few troglodytes that remained. He targets the wounded one and readied his rapier. With a quick lunge aimed straight at the wounded troglodyte's chest, Roy drove the steel rapier through its heart at full force. It struggles slightly, but goes still within a couple seconds. With a sneer of disgust adorning his face, he casts aside the dead troglodyte away from the group. Not wanting to deal with it's miasma. "Many thanks, adventurer. I owe you my life." He thanks the adventurer with the claymore. "Had you not cut them down, my situation would have proven difficult."
Roy had anticipated that the beasts would have been ferocious. As he dashed past the corpse of the sea creature they were feasting on and straight towards the temple. It was then the two of the creatures decided to lay their assault against Roy. It didn't surprise the musketeer that the beasts would resort to such tactics, though their somewhat simultaneous attacks caught the man off guard. While he managed to nimbly dodge the maw of the monster that aimed at his head, its claws found it's way to his neck. Had the hard leather armor protecting his neck not been present, surely the damage would have been more severe. He had no time to let out a pained grunt when he felt the second's jaws upon his right leg, while it's teeth were too dull to pierce the hardened leather, its claws found its way to Roy's thigh. It then the adventurer with the strange instrument arrived to aid him. In a flash of flesh and steel, the two trogs that attacked him lay dead.
Roy then took a lungful of clean air before the miasma could and ran past the dead troglodytes. There were few troglodytes that remained. He targets the wounded one and readied his rapier. With a quick lunge aimed straight at the wounded troglodyte's chest, Roy drove the steel rapier through its heart at full force. It struggles slightly, but goes still within a couple seconds. With a sneer of disgust adorning his face, he casts aside the dead troglodyte away from the group. Not wanting to deal with it's miasma. "Many thanks, adventurer. I owe you my life." He thanks the adventurer with the claymore. "Had you not cut them down, my situation would have proven difficult."
sure sure
@Lucius Cypher
Ethan lets out a soft hum as he discerns the quality of the bag. It took him a couple seconds but he sees the true worth of the bag underneath its dusty exterior, the boy chose a quality bag. Albeit, a bag that was often used. He notes the number of scratches and scuffs the pack had and if Ethan were to speak his mind, looked like its been through a couple of wars or so and still looked like it could handle a number more wars before giving out. 'Three gold pieces for a bag this reliable? This must be a farce of some sort.' He thinks to himself. Ethan then fixes his gaze upon the young man carrying the bag and tries to discern if the man was joking with him. The boy seemed to be nervous that Ethan was staring at him intently, but the look in his eyes was honest and without ill intent. Just as he was about to speak, the young man reaffirmed that he was sticking to the price of three gold pieces and not a copper coin less. It seemed that he was hellbent on three, so Ethan shrugged. Opened his small satchel and took three gold pieces and placed them onto the table and took the dusty bag from the young man. Putting it off as an act of generosity to a first time customer.
After patting off the layer of dust on the bag, he opens the pack and places the satchel of ingredients within. Content with his purchase he walks out of the general store but not without thanking the young store owner. "I thank you for your generosity, sire. May the goddesses of Joy and Fortune smile upon you." Once outside he looks at the children and offers them a friendly smile and a tip of his fancy hat to greet them. Though he would have loved to talk to the children, he had little daylight left to burn and he had yet to pick up the second order. If Ethan wanted to reach the last boat to Frontier Town, he couldn't afford to leisurely dawdle around here. With a quick glance to his corrected map, he then jogs out of the town towards his second destination at a brisk pace.
Ethan lets out a soft hum as he discerns the quality of the bag. It took him a couple seconds but he sees the true worth of the bag underneath its dusty exterior, the boy chose a quality bag. Albeit, a bag that was often used. He notes the number of scratches and scuffs the pack had and if Ethan were to speak his mind, looked like its been through a couple of wars or so and still looked like it could handle a number more wars before giving out. 'Three gold pieces for a bag this reliable? This must be a farce of some sort.' He thinks to himself. Ethan then fixes his gaze upon the young man carrying the bag and tries to discern if the man was joking with him. The boy seemed to be nervous that Ethan was staring at him intently, but the look in his eyes was honest and without ill intent. Just as he was about to speak, the young man reaffirmed that he was sticking to the price of three gold pieces and not a copper coin less. It seemed that he was hellbent on three, so Ethan shrugged. Opened his small satchel and took three gold pieces and placed them onto the table and took the dusty bag from the young man. Putting it off as an act of generosity to a first time customer.
After patting off the layer of dust on the bag, he opens the pack and places the satchel of ingredients within. Content with his purchase he walks out of the general store but not without thanking the young store owner. "I thank you for your generosity, sire. May the goddesses of Joy and Fortune smile upon you." Once outside he looks at the children and offers them a friendly smile and a tip of his fancy hat to greet them. Though he would have loved to talk to the children, he had little daylight left to burn and he had yet to pick up the second order. If Ethan wanted to reach the last boat to Frontier Town, he couldn't afford to leisurely dawdle around here. With a quick glance to his corrected map, he then jogs out of the town towards his second destination at a brisk pace.
Yeah, at least it would lessen the damage. Ill try to post later after work. Also, damn that miasma.
@SilverPaw
Ed nodded silently at what Asteria said. While it was true that they only had four poisoned bone needles, with the bones that remained from his earlier weapon crafting, they could make more. The only issue is placement and the time it took for crafting more of the poisonous bone needles. "We may only have four right now, but we might be able to craft some more with the bone fragments from my attempt in crafting a weapon. As for location, its difficult to determine where and what route they would take. Though we do know that they would want to reach the bonfire, so setting them up in odd locations around the bonfire's perimeter would be the best bet we have." Ed thinks to help Asteria craft some more needles but holds the thought as his lack of skill in both crafting and using his fore paws dexterously would just hinder her in making more needles. "Preferably we place four traps on each side, ensuring that anyone who doesn't know they're there would get poisoned or at least hurt. If we're fast enough we could set up this trap in ten minutes tops..." Ed unwittingly lets out a rather grim smile."...and the goblins wouldn't be any wiser to our little trap."
Ed then proceeds to leave the little foxhole as quietly and discreetly as he could. Bringing along the four poisoned bone needles and covering them in mud, sans the poisoned part. Ed then sneaks around five feet or so around the bonfire proper and sets up the traps to protect their front and their flanks. Digging small holes and burying the camouflaged poisoned bone needles up to an inch or so below it's tips. Using his [Beast Sense I], Ed keeps himself on high alert. Using his sharp sense of hearing to makes sure he isn't causing too much sound while making sure that the enemies are still quite a distance away from his position. He returns to the bonfire and alerts the rest of the group of what he and Asteria did. "Just a reminder to everyone, we set up some poison needle traps around the perimeter of the camp. Please do watch your step." He finally sneaks to the foxhole and follows Asteria's mother in resting before the fight.
Ed nodded silently at what Asteria said. While it was true that they only had four poisoned bone needles, with the bones that remained from his earlier weapon crafting, they could make more. The only issue is placement and the time it took for crafting more of the poisonous bone needles. "We may only have four right now, but we might be able to craft some more with the bone fragments from my attempt in crafting a weapon. As for location, its difficult to determine where and what route they would take. Though we do know that they would want to reach the bonfire, so setting them up in odd locations around the bonfire's perimeter would be the best bet we have." Ed thinks to help Asteria craft some more needles but holds the thought as his lack of skill in both crafting and using his fore paws dexterously would just hinder her in making more needles. "Preferably we place four traps on each side, ensuring that anyone who doesn't know they're there would get poisoned or at least hurt. If we're fast enough we could set up this trap in ten minutes tops..." Ed unwittingly lets out a rather grim smile."...and the goblins wouldn't be any wiser to our little trap."
Ed then proceeds to leave the little foxhole as quietly and discreetly as he could. Bringing along the four poisoned bone needles and covering them in mud, sans the poisoned part. Ed then sneaks around five feet or so around the bonfire proper and sets up the traps to protect their front and their flanks. Digging small holes and burying the camouflaged poisoned bone needles up to an inch or so below it's tips. Using his [Beast Sense I], Ed keeps himself on high alert. Using his sharp sense of hearing to makes sure he isn't causing too much sound while making sure that the enemies are still quite a distance away from his position. He returns to the bonfire and alerts the rest of the group of what he and Asteria did. "Just a reminder to everyone, we set up some poison needle traps around the perimeter of the camp. Please do watch your step." He finally sneaks to the foxhole and follows Asteria's mother in resting before the fight.
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