If we are taking a long rest, Roy would eat half a ration and half a pint of water. We're not sure when or where can we find a stable source of food and water, so until then I'm going to take half rations and drinks.
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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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@Lucius Cypher
The young man had ran within the capacity his body could offer him but the run still winded the already tired man. The ten minutes of running earned him the sight of the second town that looked similar to the first, sans the larger number of sheep and goats. He was then stopped by a number of armed men even before he could get any closer to the town. The men didn't allow Ethan to speak a word before they spoke their piece. The group of armed men demanded that Ethan identify himself and state his business in town. They seemed impatient for his answer and, in between his labored breaths, he did his best to speak coherently to the group. "Ethan...Bradford...courier...Tips...Frontier...town." Ethan takes a couple moments to regain his composure now that he had given the men a response before realizing that the brigands they were talking about was attacking Garg by the bridge. "Not trying to stir chaos or cause trouble, but the bandits you were talking about? I do believe they were attacking a friendly ogre named Garg by the bridge yonder." Ethan points to the direction he came from. "Garg may be strong warrior, but it wouldn't hurt for you to send a few men to help him just in case he needs it." Ethan wasn't sure if they men believed him or not but either way the bandits were too close to the village for comfort.
The young man had ran within the capacity his body could offer him but the run still winded the already tired man. The ten minutes of running earned him the sight of the second town that looked similar to the first, sans the larger number of sheep and goats. He was then stopped by a number of armed men even before he could get any closer to the town. The men didn't allow Ethan to speak a word before they spoke their piece. The group of armed men demanded that Ethan identify himself and state his business in town. They seemed impatient for his answer and, in between his labored breaths, he did his best to speak coherently to the group. "Ethan...Bradford...courier...Tips...Frontier...town." Ethan takes a couple moments to regain his composure now that he had given the men a response before realizing that the brigands they were talking about was attacking Garg by the bridge. "Not trying to stir chaos or cause trouble, but the bandits you were talking about? I do believe they were attacking a friendly ogre named Garg by the bridge yonder." Ethan points to the direction he came from. "Garg may be strong warrior, but it wouldn't hurt for you to send a few men to help him just in case he needs it." Ethan wasn't sure if they men believed him or not but either way the bandits were too close to the village for comfort.
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Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)
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Karl was rather shocked at the sudden attention aimed towards him by his Lord Drake but it was not uncommon for the rogue trader to interact with individuals he recognized as fellow warriors and loyal followers. He rapped the polished chest plate of his cuirass and then asked the veteran guardsman a rhetorical question regarding his safety in the planet below. "That is a given, my Lord Drake. My blade and my life are at your disposal." He answered the man with wholehearted truth, in his service to his Lord Drake he will also indirectly serve the God-Emperor of mankind. Lives were the currency of the Emperor, and Karl was not willing to squander his. He was unsure if Lord Drake had heard his answer, but he followed him into the shuttle.
A cold sweat had formed on the brow of the former guardsman when he had taken a seat in the landing craft. Fear was something he was not allowed to show when he was in the guard. A sign of fear would have meant disciplinary action from their commissar and possibly a summary execution to make an example of the 'cowardly' guardsman. His face remained stoic and calm underneath the visored sallet, though the amount of sweat dripping down his face told another story. In Yairus Prime, the Valkyrie drop ship he was on was attacked by stormboyz and was forced to perform a crash landing. He didn't fare any better in Molov, the Tetrarch heavy lander his regiment boarded sustained critical damage from heretical anti-air batteries and crashed into the icy surface of the planet. Hundreds upon hundreds of lives were lost in the initial crash and hundreds more when chaos mutants came to prey upon them.
It was a safe assumption that flying was something Karl found extremely uncomfortable. Each shudder of the lander he gripped his harness a little tighter, as if expecting the warning klaxons to go off. But they never did, soon the shuttle landed and opened and displayed the acrid landscape of the planet. His lord was the first to leave the craft and expressed his dissatisfaction with the state of the planet. Doing his best to unbuckle his safety harnesses, he quickly follows Drake outside of the landing craft. Quietly thanking the Emperor that it was a rather uneventful landing.
A cold sweat had formed on the brow of the former guardsman when he had taken a seat in the landing craft. Fear was something he was not allowed to show when he was in the guard. A sign of fear would have meant disciplinary action from their commissar and possibly a summary execution to make an example of the 'cowardly' guardsman. His face remained stoic and calm underneath the visored sallet, though the amount of sweat dripping down his face told another story. In Yairus Prime, the Valkyrie drop ship he was on was attacked by stormboyz and was forced to perform a crash landing. He didn't fare any better in Molov, the Tetrarch heavy lander his regiment boarded sustained critical damage from heretical anti-air batteries and crashed into the icy surface of the planet. Hundreds upon hundreds of lives were lost in the initial crash and hundreds more when chaos mutants came to prey upon them.
It was a safe assumption that flying was something Karl found extremely uncomfortable. Each shudder of the lander he gripped his harness a little tighter, as if expecting the warning klaxons to go off. But they never did, soon the shuttle landed and opened and displayed the acrid landscape of the planet. His lord was the first to leave the craft and expressed his dissatisfaction with the state of the planet. Doing his best to unbuckle his safety harnesses, he quickly follows Drake outside of the landing craft. Quietly thanking the Emperor that it was a rather uneventful landing.
@Riaxh
Thanks for the heal but aren't we going to do a long rest? Long rests usually heal max HP.
Thanks for the heal but aren't we going to do a long rest? Long rests usually heal max HP.
@Riaxh @rush99999 @Duthguy @Lucius Cypher
Roy's attention shifted from his sores to the great weapon wielding adventurer. Roy admits that the man was rather rude and uncouth, but he had at least reasonable. He was asking for a couple of torches from the others to make a campfire of sorts. He had to admit, the temple was not that cold yet but it would be better to have a fire ready before the cold sets in. Roy offers the man a single nod of approval before setting his pack in front of him; pulling out two unused torches and handing them to Angus. The sticks were rather thin compared to regular firewood but it would make do.
Roy's attention shifted from his sores to the great weapon wielding adventurer. Roy admits that the man was rather rude and uncouth, but he had at least reasonable. He was asking for a couple of torches from the others to make a campfire of sorts. He had to admit, the temple was not that cold yet but it would be better to have a fire ready before the cold sets in. Roy offers the man a single nod of approval before setting his pack in front of him; pulling out two unused torches and handing them to Angus. The sticks were rather thin compared to regular firewood but it would make do.
Welp okay, its gonna be a short baby post then.
Hippopotamus
@rush99999
Roy is gonna give two of his extra torches to you.
I'm not sure if that justifies a post but either way, he gives two torches.
Roy is gonna give two of his extra torches to you.
I'm not sure if that justifies a post but either way, he gives two torches.
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