I can give y'all temporary hp. Just tell me and Ill get Roy to inspire some health into you.
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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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Probably worse considering their hit die is only a d6. The cyclopes would have downed you if you had been a wizard and not a bard.
@KatherinWinter
As the golem woman approached the man to detain him she paused as Griffin asked her to do, but his statement confused her. How can an individual grasp a concept like time with one's hands? Chronomancers were capable of manipulating time but she was sure they were not cable of physically grasping time itself. "Griffin, it is physically impossible for me to grasp tim-" Before she could finish her reply to the Vampire agent, the store owner snarled at Griffin as he produced a silver coin before tossing the cash register at her head, and with a loud clang, the heavy metal object collided with her rock hard head. Yet her body barely budged an inch. The force behind the cash register was no joke as the shifter tossed it at her with ease, but simply she was made of sterner stuff. Literally. At best the force slightly nudged her head a couple inches to the right. Readjusting her gaze on the suspect, Griffin had pinned the man down successfully but seemed to forget to narrate the suspect's rights. She approached the two on the ground and begins to cuff the shifter's hands and activating the runes on the cuffs to seal and weaken the suspect. "Suspect, You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you by the government." She then looks to Griffin and raises a thumb pointing upwards. The scientists and her handlers explained to her that the gesture meant good work and she wanted to praise the vampire agent's good work.
@Phantomlink959
The old man looked at Argus. Fear, confusion, and anxiety filled his eyes. "Ye-yes. Yes, please; I beg of you. I have to meet the family...so late already...so very late." Argus lays a hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him, but the man flinches at the touch. Argus then explains that he and Richard are here to help. The old man nods vigorously as he tries to control his breathing and calm down. "Nononononono. I don't want to hurt anyone. I've hurt enough people in the war. So tired of hurting...I just want to go home." The zombies seemed to significantly lessen their aggression, but Richard was still weary of them. What Argus was doing was effective but Richard didn't want to be caught unaware if the zombies suddenly do attack. He already muttered a silent prayer to produce a holy light to counter the zombies, the only thing he needed to do now is channel the mana to produce it. Though he held his action, the zombies were still passive and there was no need to agitate the situation.
As the golem woman approached the man to detain him she paused as Griffin asked her to do, but his statement confused her. How can an individual grasp a concept like time with one's hands? Chronomancers were capable of manipulating time but she was sure they were not cable of physically grasping time itself. "Griffin, it is physically impossible for me to grasp tim-" Before she could finish her reply to the Vampire agent, the store owner snarled at Griffin as he produced a silver coin before tossing the cash register at her head, and with a loud clang, the heavy metal object collided with her rock hard head. Yet her body barely budged an inch. The force behind the cash register was no joke as the shifter tossed it at her with ease, but simply she was made of sterner stuff. Literally. At best the force slightly nudged her head a couple inches to the right. Readjusting her gaze on the suspect, Griffin had pinned the man down successfully but seemed to forget to narrate the suspect's rights. She approached the two on the ground and begins to cuff the shifter's hands and activating the runes on the cuffs to seal and weaken the suspect. "Suspect, You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you by the government." She then looks to Griffin and raises a thumb pointing upwards. The scientists and her handlers explained to her that the gesture meant good work and she wanted to praise the vampire agent's good work.
@Phantomlink959
The old man looked at Argus. Fear, confusion, and anxiety filled his eyes. "Ye-yes. Yes, please; I beg of you. I have to meet the family...so late already...so very late." Argus lays a hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him, but the man flinches at the touch. Argus then explains that he and Richard are here to help. The old man nods vigorously as he tries to control his breathing and calm down. "Nononononono. I don't want to hurt anyone. I've hurt enough people in the war. So tired of hurting...I just want to go home." The zombies seemed to significantly lessen their aggression, but Richard was still weary of them. What Argus was doing was effective but Richard didn't want to be caught unaware if the zombies suddenly do attack. He already muttered a silent prayer to produce a holy light to counter the zombies, the only thing he needed to do now is channel the mana to produce it. Though he held his action, the zombies were still passive and there was no need to agitate the situation.
Christ almighty that club hurts.
@Phantomlink959
"That can't be possibly true...can it?" Bradley asks, he keeps the happy demeanor but there is doubt in his eyes. "What Argus said is true. Its the year 2018." Richard tries to explain to the elderly man. The smile fades from the older man's face and he begins to panic. "What? No no no. Impossible. I got this letter only a few months ago!" He cradles his head in his hands shaking his head side to side muttering nonsense to himself as he tries to find reason in this situation. From the stress he was experiencing, he unconsciously amplified the magics that kept the zombies that surrounded them animated. The baring of teeth and glares turned into visible gnashing of teeth and violent jerking of limbs. The aggression that Richard only faced was now equally distributed between the three living beings present. Pouring any more magical energies into these walking corpses would likely cause them to go berserk and attack indiscriminately until destroyed. "Sir, please calm down! We can still help you find your family...but, please listen to me, you need to calm down."
"That can't be possibly true...can it?" Bradley asks, he keeps the happy demeanor but there is doubt in his eyes. "What Argus said is true. Its the year 2018." Richard tries to explain to the elderly man. The smile fades from the older man's face and he begins to panic. "What? No no no. Impossible. I got this letter only a few months ago!" He cradles his head in his hands shaking his head side to side muttering nonsense to himself as he tries to find reason in this situation. From the stress he was experiencing, he unconsciously amplified the magics that kept the zombies that surrounded them animated. The baring of teeth and glares turned into visible gnashing of teeth and violent jerking of limbs. The aggression that Richard only faced was now equally distributed between the three living beings present. Pouring any more magical energies into these walking corpses would likely cause them to go berserk and attack indiscriminately until destroyed. "Sir, please calm down! We can still help you find your family...but, please listen to me, you need to calm down."
@Phantomlink959
"No issue. No issue. That war is in the past and the only thing we should remember is that we best learn what we can from it to avoid any more senseless waste of life." The man's seemingly eternal cheery demeanor breaks for a second as he looks at his own hands with sorrow. This moment only lasts a second or two as he looks back at the two agents standing before him. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Argus." He sniggers slightly. "But it is true. I'm not like regular people, you see." He leans in towards Argus and Richard to whisper to them. "I'm actually a wizard, but I'm sure you two had figured that out. It does take one to know one and I can feel that your auras are different from normal people as well; especially yours, Argus." As Argus asked if his family knew if he was alive and it was the dijin's turn to be gawked at by the man as if he were the strange one. "Of course they know I'm alive. Why do you think they sent me this letter to see young James?" He brings out an aged and yellowed piece of paper and shows that, Indeed the letter was inviting him to see his new descendant...but it was dated over forty years ago.
Richard looks to his senior and speaks his mind on the situation. "Your initial assessment proved to be true, Argus. Bradley isn't some sort of necromancer seeking to jump-start the end of civilization here. He is telling the truth when he is saying that he just came to the city to visit his descendant. He just doesn't realize that he is four decades too late to meet the new born." He lets out a small sigh through his nostrils. "Maybe...maybe we can just ask him to come with us to the bureau and tell him that we can help him find his family? He seems harmless enough to be registered as a supernatural. Hell there are more dangerous faeries registered in the bureau database than Bradley."
"No issue. No issue. That war is in the past and the only thing we should remember is that we best learn what we can from it to avoid any more senseless waste of life." The man's seemingly eternal cheery demeanor breaks for a second as he looks at his own hands with sorrow. This moment only lasts a second or two as he looks back at the two agents standing before him. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Argus." He sniggers slightly. "But it is true. I'm not like regular people, you see." He leans in towards Argus and Richard to whisper to them. "I'm actually a wizard, but I'm sure you two had figured that out. It does take one to know one and I can feel that your auras are different from normal people as well; especially yours, Argus." As Argus asked if his family knew if he was alive and it was the dijin's turn to be gawked at by the man as if he were the strange one. "Of course they know I'm alive. Why do you think they sent me this letter to see young James?" He brings out an aged and yellowed piece of paper and shows that, Indeed the letter was inviting him to see his new descendant...but it was dated over forty years ago.
Richard looks to his senior and speaks his mind on the situation. "Your initial assessment proved to be true, Argus. Bradley isn't some sort of necromancer seeking to jump-start the end of civilization here. He is telling the truth when he is saying that he just came to the city to visit his descendant. He just doesn't realize that he is four decades too late to meet the new born." He lets out a small sigh through his nostrils. "Maybe...maybe we can just ask him to come with us to the bureau and tell him that we can help him find his family? He seems harmless enough to be registered as a supernatural. Hell there are more dangerous faeries registered in the bureau database than Bradley."
The dire rat and the wisp just arrived where the disturbance was reported. Jason was there, as well as Asura, Ardur, Asteria, Mother Rat, Mother Slime,...and the skeleblins. Ed drops his meal off his back rather unceremoniously and begins to pace back and forth nervously with his eyes shut tight, as the chaos of the situation threatens to boil over to further violence. 'Oh God...why THEM! Of all the things you could have caused the ruckus; why did it have to be Asura and Ardur fighting the fucking skeletons!' Ed desperately complained to God in his mind.
In his past life, Edward did not like anything concerning the undead in any form. From whispered stories claiming that there was a dead girl's ghost that would haunt you forever if you don't send the text forward to a set number of people in one night to the universally loved holiday of Halloween. He hated, or more accurately, feared them with a passion. Ever since 10 year old Ed decided it was a smart move to watch 'The Evil Dead' alone, in the middle of night when his parents told him specifically that he was too young to watch such scary films. Young Ed would show them that he was brave enough to watch.
Goddammit, younger Ed. Why were you so damned stupid?
His parents awoke in the wee hours of the morning to find him screaming his lungs out, but the damage was done. Ed was forever scarred by the movie and had an irrational fear to anything undead related. Something that he carried over to his second life.
'Okokokok...Ed you're being a big baby about this. Stop this shit. Go help your friends.' Ed chided himself as he was merely pacing while the others were doing their best to stop the mess. He puffed up his chest and tried to muster as much bravery his little body could have possibly mustered. He felt strong. Indomitable. Like he could take the world on and win.
He then opened his eyes and caught sight of the animated skelebois. There the authentic undead specimens stood. No smoke nor mirrors. A genuine, 100% real, undead. "OhGodwhythefuckdidithavetobetheundead..." He mutters to himself. His bravery, crashing down like a small pillar of sand struck by a massive wave.
Ed, defeated and frozen in place, could only clamp his mouth shut as his body unwillingly produced a sad, muffled, cry while his eyes watered in fear.
In his past life, Edward did not like anything concerning the undead in any form. From whispered stories claiming that there was a dead girl's ghost that would haunt you forever if you don't send the text forward to a set number of people in one night to the universally loved holiday of Halloween. He hated, or more accurately, feared them with a passion. Ever since 10 year old Ed decided it was a smart move to watch 'The Evil Dead' alone, in the middle of night when his parents told him specifically that he was too young to watch such scary films. Young Ed would show them that he was brave enough to watch.
Goddammit, younger Ed. Why were you so damned stupid?
His parents awoke in the wee hours of the morning to find him screaming his lungs out, but the damage was done. Ed was forever scarred by the movie and had an irrational fear to anything undead related. Something that he carried over to his second life.
'Okokokok...Ed you're being a big baby about this. Stop this shit. Go help your friends.' Ed chided himself as he was merely pacing while the others were doing their best to stop the mess. He puffed up his chest and tried to muster as much bravery his little body could have possibly mustered. He felt strong. Indomitable. Like he could take the world on and win.
He then opened his eyes and caught sight of the animated skelebois. There the authentic undead specimens stood. No smoke nor mirrors. A genuine, 100% real, undead. "OhGodwhythefuckdidithavetobetheundead..." He mutters to himself. His bravery, crashing down like a small pillar of sand struck by a massive wave.
Ed, defeated and frozen in place, could only clamp his mouth shut as his body unwillingly produced a sad, muffled, cry while his eyes watered in fear.
Roy was left dumbstruck by the actions of the new arrival that willingly confronted the gigantic brute. Stunned to the point that all of his companion had already acted to bring down the beast. The plan was foiled even before the cyclopes could move a distance away from the orc woman's base. 'Dammit all to the nine hells!' Roy scowled in frustration before drawing his flintlock pistol and took aim at the prone form of the beast. Creatures as big as this cyclopes would have difficulty in attempting to get up. Roy would make it even more difficult for it to regain it's footing. He levels the pistol in his hand and with a thunderous roar of the gun. The bullet darts out of the muzzle at near supersonic speeds, before finding its mark upon the left calf of the giant.
@Lucius Cypher
Blood surged through his veins and time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace as the goblin pack's leader stood in front of him and cackled.
To most adventurers, a goblin would be nothing but a nuisance; a pebble on their path. Though things are vastly different in the eyes of the commoner. There are numerous 'boogeymen' that prowled and hunted in these wild and untamed lands, and goblins are no exception. Small as they are, goblins are vile and sadistic creatures that rarely deserve any form of mercy. There are stories of hordes burning small villages and torturing their captives and victims. Some tales even describe in detail to what evils they could do, from simple vandalism and thievery, to burning families alive for the sake of a good laugh. Tragic as it may be, tales like these are all too common a story in the frontier lands.
The man could see it in the goblin's eyes. It didn't think Ethan was going to put up much of a fight. It was mistaken. Sorely mistaken. At five feet away, a ranged weapon would be at a disadvantage and the sling is no exception to the rule. Though no matter the disadvantage it had, Ethan had to try at least. The young man quickly loading a stone into the sling and sends it flying to the creature's face. Not letting up, he lunges forward and swings the torch with all his might at the goblin.
Blood surged through his veins and time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace as the goblin pack's leader stood in front of him and cackled.
To most adventurers, a goblin would be nothing but a nuisance; a pebble on their path. Though things are vastly different in the eyes of the commoner. There are numerous 'boogeymen' that prowled and hunted in these wild and untamed lands, and goblins are no exception. Small as they are, goblins are vile and sadistic creatures that rarely deserve any form of mercy. There are stories of hordes burning small villages and torturing their captives and victims. Some tales even describe in detail to what evils they could do, from simple vandalism and thievery, to burning families alive for the sake of a good laugh. Tragic as it may be, tales like these are all too common a story in the frontier lands.
The man could see it in the goblin's eyes. It didn't think Ethan was going to put up much of a fight. It was mistaken. Sorely mistaken. At five feet away, a ranged weapon would be at a disadvantage and the sling is no exception to the rule. Though no matter the disadvantage it had, Ethan had to try at least. The young man quickly loading a stone into the sling and sends it flying to the creature's face. Not letting up, he lunges forward and swings the torch with all his might at the goblin.
@KatherinWinter
"Griffin, the store owner is being uncooperative. Do I have your permission to detain him for hindering a federal investigation? Or would you have an alternative means to make him more cooperative?" The golem asks the vampire agent. Astra had some built in scrying spells that would work on even the most uncooperative beings; though the issue was that doing an invasive scry would violate a number of their rights. Though if push came to shove, she would use it. Lives were on the line and she was not willing to endanger or sacrifice any more lives just because a supernatural was being uncooperative.
@Phantomlink959
The old man nodded and laughed at the dijin's joke. Though soon he purses his lips as he scans his aged mind for relevant information for the 'veteran' that stood before him. "I...hmm. Yes, I served in the Gallipoli Campaign. 22nd infantry brigade, 'The Thunderers.' I tell you now Argus, Richard; they were some of the dumbest, meanest, and bravest bastards that I could ever have served with but I wouldn't dare have switched to another brigade other than them." Argus then asked about his grandchildren. The old gentleman already had a wide smile, but at the mention of his descendants, his smile widened even more and there was a spark of life behind the old man's bespectacled eyes. "No issue, Argus. No issue. I would say that this year would make me..." The old man begins to mutter to himself and uses both sets of fingers before nodding in satisfaction. "...about 353 years old? More or less." The old man states nonchalantly, not even considering that such an age would be impossible for a human being. He then produced a worn leather wallet and opened it to reveal dozens of photographs. "Back to the matter of my descendants..." He rambles and gushes for approximately twenty five minutes regarding his grandchildren and the fact that he was there to meet the newest member of the family tree. "The handsome young lad's name is James. Brilliant isn't it? I can't wait to meet him and reconnect with the family." Argus asks about George. "Nothing really wrong with him. A little too chatty for a grown man like himself, but I do enjoy spending time with him." The old man replies honestly, as if he didn't realize that George was not alive, or for that matter, a rotting animated cadaver.
"Griffin, the store owner is being uncooperative. Do I have your permission to detain him for hindering a federal investigation? Or would you have an alternative means to make him more cooperative?" The golem asks the vampire agent. Astra had some built in scrying spells that would work on even the most uncooperative beings; though the issue was that doing an invasive scry would violate a number of their rights. Though if push came to shove, she would use it. Lives were on the line and she was not willing to endanger or sacrifice any more lives just because a supernatural was being uncooperative.
@Phantomlink959
The old man nodded and laughed at the dijin's joke. Though soon he purses his lips as he scans his aged mind for relevant information for the 'veteran' that stood before him. "I...hmm. Yes, I served in the Gallipoli Campaign. 22nd infantry brigade, 'The Thunderers.' I tell you now Argus, Richard; they were some of the dumbest, meanest, and bravest bastards that I could ever have served with but I wouldn't dare have switched to another brigade other than them." Argus then asked about his grandchildren. The old gentleman already had a wide smile, but at the mention of his descendants, his smile widened even more and there was a spark of life behind the old man's bespectacled eyes. "No issue, Argus. No issue. I would say that this year would make me..." The old man begins to mutter to himself and uses both sets of fingers before nodding in satisfaction. "...about 353 years old? More or less." The old man states nonchalantly, not even considering that such an age would be impossible for a human being. He then produced a worn leather wallet and opened it to reveal dozens of photographs. "Back to the matter of my descendants..." He rambles and gushes for approximately twenty five minutes regarding his grandchildren and the fact that he was there to meet the newest member of the family tree. "The handsome young lad's name is James. Brilliant isn't it? I can't wait to meet him and reconnect with the family." Argus asks about George. "Nothing really wrong with him. A little too chatty for a grown man like himself, but I do enjoy spending time with him." The old man replies honestly, as if he didn't realize that George was not alive, or for that matter, a rotting animated cadaver.
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