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Searat
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STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 7 yrs ago
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Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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8 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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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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"It is understandable that you did what you can, and we appreciate your action to help Ser MacAlister, as well as stopping your tail from producing noise..." Roy stated with understanding but shot a slightly withering look at the kobold and spoke in a quiet, but harsh, tone soon after. "...but please do refrain from raising your voice. The beast may be a fair distance away, but I am unwilling to ruin our chances even before the plan has even been executed." Roy then lets out a small sigh. Bickering and scolding his party mates was counter productive and a waste of time. The barbarian seemed to be waiting for the rest of the party to do something before he went off to do his insane plan. Roy, wanting to have a good vantage of the area, looking for a spot he could be both well hidden and have the vantage point he sought.
@Phantomlink959
"Noted." The man dusted off his clothing from excess pieces of grass and dirt that stuck to him when he took down the zombie. The man then takes out a small vial containing a blue liquid and quickly unscrews the lid and downs the shot. Wincing slightly, he lets out a sigh of relief as he could feel the slight fatigue caused by the spell cast fade away as the liquid did it's job in restoring his mana. "Never really liked the taste of the mana potions; but its true that many tend to exaggerate, may it be intentional or unintentionally." The man then shrugs. "Who knows though? Maybe we might find the zombies and the one responsible for them." He comments offhandedly as the duo walked to trace the source. It did not take long for them to hear something out of the ordinary. They heard laughter coming from the center of the graveyard.
"Noted." The man dusted off his clothing from excess pieces of grass and dirt that stuck to him when he took down the zombie. The man then takes out a small vial containing a blue liquid and quickly unscrews the lid and downs the shot. Wincing slightly, he lets out a sigh of relief as he could feel the slight fatigue caused by the spell cast fade away as the liquid did it's job in restoring his mana. "Never really liked the taste of the mana potions; but its true that many tend to exaggerate, may it be intentional or unintentionally." The man then shrugs. "Who knows though? Maybe we might find the zombies and the one responsible for them." He comments offhandedly as the duo walked to trace the source. It did not take long for them to hear something out of the ordinary. They heard laughter coming from the center of the graveyard.
Understood.
Stealth: 22
Stealth: 22
"Gods above..." Was the only thing Roy managed to utter at the sight of the massive giant. The sight instilling a deep fear inside of him. Rightly so, considering that in his homeland, giants along with their subspecies, were very rare. Few and far in between...but each sight warranted a state of emergency. The crown would dispatch a number of knight orders and cannoneer companies simply to fend off the creatures. Though this land was not his native land. There was no army nor kingdom he could call for aid; he considered it a miracle for him to have found his party mates. The barbarian then proposed his plan. It was outright insane for him to go alone, but it was the only option they had. There was no way they could face this thing and stay alive. Roy balled both his hands into fists to stop them from shaking and spoke to the Barbarian. "You are a brave man, Ser MacAlister; perhaps the bravest I would meet in my lifetime. May the gods guide you. But before you go..." He looks to the little kobold bard. "Bard, is there anything you can do to help, Ser MacAlister in this task?" He still distrusted the kobold, but perhaps she had some sort of magics to help the barbarian. Either way, If things go wrong, he would be ready to act. Ready to help his comrade.
“Mourningstar was definitely here, along with two lizards. One apparently bigger than the other I suppose, judging by the tracks they left behind. Perhaps friends of yours?” Ed asks the group before facing the entrance of the cave where he had heard the distant voices that gently reverberated throughout the cave. Ed wanted to see what was awaiting them at the cave entrance, even if he stood on his hind legs, he was not tall enough to get a proper view of the mouth of the cave. Looking to Digbie, Ed asks him something. "Digbie, I hear voices to the mouth of the cave, most likely remnants of the goblins we fought earlier, but there is a chance it could be from your friends. Though, I can't confirm which of the two it actually is. Would you kindly carry me above your head for a bit? Just so I could confirm weather or not they are friends or foes." If he was willing to lift the young blue furred dire rat, Ed would use [Beast Sense I] and use his heightened vision to determine if the source of the voices were of friendly origin or otherwise.
@Old Amsterdam@King Cosmos@Gardevoiran
@Old Amsterdam@King Cosmos@Gardevoiran
I do hope so. Stats for cyclops in regards to intelligence and wisdom are pretty bad.
@Lucius Cypher
Dead silence was the only thing that replied to the young man. There were no sign of anyone in the village, not even guards to unjustly threaten him. This silence and peace unnerved Ethan. From what he had heard, this town should have been on high alert to the point that if someone were to even see a traveler approaching they'd call to arms to defend their homes...yet not a soul was present. "Silent and cold, like the first snow of Frost Fall." The man muttered to himself. At least the last town had the decency to acknowledge his presence. There was something that caught his attention though, a faint rustling from a large two storey building. Walking closer to the building, he looks for any sign or clue as to what caused the sounds; or better yet, the supplies he needed to pick up.
Dead silence was the only thing that replied to the young man. There were no sign of anyone in the village, not even guards to unjustly threaten him. This silence and peace unnerved Ethan. From what he had heard, this town should have been on high alert to the point that if someone were to even see a traveler approaching they'd call to arms to defend their homes...yet not a soul was present. "Silent and cold, like the first snow of Frost Fall." The man muttered to himself. At least the last town had the decency to acknowledge his presence. There was something that caught his attention though, a faint rustling from a large two storey building. Walking closer to the building, he looks for any sign or clue as to what caused the sounds; or better yet, the supplies he needed to pick up.
Perception Check to see if I see any cliffs or places we can lure the cyclopes to fall to it's death: 16
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