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5 yrs ago
Current Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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5 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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6 yrs ago
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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6 yrs ago
Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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6 yrs ago
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.

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@Lucius Cypher @Riaxh @rush99999 @Duthguy

Roy's eyes widened and was taken aback at the sudden voice along with the reveal of the ghastly knight. He quickly goes to a combat stance and lays a hand on his pistol and keeps a sharp eye at the skeletal knight. It reassures Roy, along with the rest of the party, that this place was hallowed grounds and a place of respite in this wretched land as long as we were peaceful. Roy glared intensely at the knight. He couldn't possibly be considering trusting this undead? Was it not a lich, an undead conjurer of these mindless beasts, that cursed him and forced him to leave his home and family? Roy takes a quick look to the half orc and the barbarian, and sees that they were complying to the wraith's plea. "Absurd that I'm forced to trust an undead...damned curse deluding my reasoning." Roy muttered through grit teeth, as he reluctantly sheathes his rapier and withdraws his hand from his pistol before taking a more neutral stance. The barbarian then spoke and introduced the rest of the party. The snide comment made by the barbarian only earns him an irritated glance from the musketeer.

Though he had sheathed his weapons, he keeps his glare upon the wraith. Ready to take action if this was some sort of deception.

Banned for saying finding good pickles is only a good thing.
It is a great thing if one is to find decent pickles.
Mayonnaise
Are we still posting according to initiative?
No rush.
Still waiting.
@Lucius Cypher

Ethan slowly turned to face the recently woken ogre. Dread filling his entire being as it sat up as even while sitting down, it still towered over Ethan's full height by a foot and a half. Lying in his prone form only made the ogre seem even more gigantic than it actually was. It's lazy gaze fell upon him as their eyes met one another. Ethan felt it's uncaring gaze bore deep into hiss soul and as he was about to let out final cry of terror the ogre sneezed. The feeling of mucus upon his face was an unwelcome experience, but not as much as the sensation and taste of it in his mouth. Ethan began to gag and dry heave in desperation, his body doing it's best to expel the foreign and disgusting material in his mouth. Not wanting to sully the bridge, he quickly stands up and leans his head over to one side of the bridge before unleashing the flood of vomit and ogre snot.
"Sorry"
Ethan heard the ogre voice out an apology, a very strange thing to do for an ogre. But the young man was more focused on expelling the foreign substance from his mouth along with what was left of his lunch.

"Uh. Garg sorry. Umm...Clean face wif dis?"
Ethan blindly reached out for whatever the ogre was handing out, taking two blind swipes before actually getting some of it. "Th-urp-thank you..." He thanks the ogre's surprising concern and generosity before using the tall water grass to wipe away the mucus off his face and as much of the vomit, bile, and remnants of mucus on his mouth and beard. After doing his best to wipe his face clean of the mess made by the ogre as well as his own, he turns to talk to the unusually friendly ogre. "Your name is Garg, correct? Heh, could it be that the name of that beautiful great sword you own be named 'Moonslicer'?" Ethan asked with curiosity and slight disbelief. The tale of Garg the Good was a story he had heard often as a child and told even more when he narrates the tale of the ogre seeking what good is to his younger siblings. It would be improbable that he was actually meeting Garg and Moonslicer, right?



@Lucius Cypher
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Huh. It seems Ethan is very well versed with the story of Garg and Moonslicer and just didn't realize it.
@Lucius Cypher @Riaxh @rush99999 @Duthguy

"Storm's here. Its going to get worse any second now..." Roy mused to himself as he flicked away the blood off his steel rapier while observing the steadily worsening by the moment. The rest of the group had moved into the temple rather quickly, Roy follows in suit. Upon entering the building, it is unnervingly untouched compared to the ruined state the rest of the town. Roy quickly scans the inside of the temple to observe anything out of the ordinary as well as possible hiding spots for an ambush.

@Lucius Cypher

Ethan didn't know if he stood at the foot of the bridge for ten seconds or for ten minutes. He just couldn't comprehend the situation that presented itself to him."An ogre...of all the things, it had to be an ogre." Ethan said incredulously. First it was getting lost, then the blood hawks that nearly killed him. Now an ogre decided to take a nap on the only bridge that led to the second down. It seemed that he had done something to gain the ire of the god of fate. Ethan tried to wipe the tiredness from his face as he discerned the length of the creek. It seemed that it was more of a miniature rapids, and Ethan was not a fan of deep water. Yes, he could float but the act of swimming was beyond him. Living in a landlocked continent had its fair share of disadvantages too. With a tired sigh he looks toward the sleeping form of the ogre and decides that the best course of action was to sneak past the brute.

'This is stupid. This is stupid. This is stupid.' Ethan repeated the mantra in his head over and over again as he tried his best to move as gently and quietly as he could past the limbs of the sleeping ogre. It took him about four minutes of sneaking to finally move past the ogre's prone form. He smiles in relief as he finally reaches the other side of the ogre, but as fate would have it, Ethan would stumble and fall flat with a loud thud. It seemed a loose stone would be the reason he fell. "Oh Istus above, why do you hate me so?" Ethan muttered to himself in despair.



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