Will get a CS up within the week.
Thinking about going the Human Monk.
Thinking about going the Human Monk.
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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Topless, you perv.
He just took off his armor and shirt. He still has pants and his boots on.
I'll edit if need be to avoid confusion.
He just took off his armor and shirt. He still has pants and his boots on.
I'll edit if need be to avoid confusion.
As the adrenaline left his system, he could already feel his battered body redouble its effort in alerting Roy that it was damaged by sending more pain signals to his brain, demanding that he should treat the injuries sustained soon lest his body fail on him. As he entered the temple, its cold and dull walls provided him with solace. The lack of any sound other than the waves crashing into the shore, a subliminal message notifying him that it was safe now, he could now rest. Slumping onto a pew he could hear the kobold announce that of their victory. "You should have seen it fall, it was a truly priceless sight fitting of stories sung by the greatest of bards." Roy let out a slight chuckle that quickly died out as he discovered that laughing was a painful act while he still had a two inch hole in his side.
Setting the foul smelling breastplate where Lilt had laid her equipment. He then set down his backpack on the pew and doffed his leather armor and underclothing before setting them down neatly near his pack. His bare chest had numerous scars from previous battles, the most prominent of which was a very large, but faded scar that crossed diagonally across his chest. Though that was a story for later, now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Taking out the healer's kit, Roy begins to treat the injuries he had sustained the best he can.
Interested.
The recent upgrade of his sneaking skill aided him greatly in keeping out of sight, but it did little for him to keep track of the two visually. To be expected from keeping such a low stance in a field of grass almost as tall as he was. Ed realized that sight alone would do poorly in his attempts to not loose the two adult dire rats. Instead of relying only on sight, he opted to use smell and hearing to know where the two were. A few moments pass without issue, but as soon as Ed got more relaxed and used to moving around the tall grass, he felt a tremor.
The blue ratman was not given a moment to think about what caused the tremor as a red carapace burst from the earth and slammed into the elder dire rat. Ed jumped back in reaction to the sudden attack but soon saw the creature that ambushed them. It looked similarly to a fire ant but was as big as Asteria or Mother Rat and twice as long. It had just knocked the elder dire rat over, but was already dead set on attacking her again, if its twitching stinger on its abdomen was any sign. In smaller sizes, the bites or stings of a fire ant would be a mere annoyance. But in this case, a bite or a sting from this monster would likely prove fatal. If the blood loss will not get you, the venom will. If Ed wanted to intervene, he needed to make a quick and decisive strike against the ambushing foe.
Ed got up on from the ground and, in a span of a heartbeat, lunged at the abnormally large ant. It was not going to harm Mother Rat if he had something to do to prevent it. Gripping the gnarled stick over his head with both his hands he focused everything his body had to physically offer into the downward strike aimed at the massive bug. Billions of neurons in his brain fired instructions to his body's muscles, primarily in his arm and core, to exert as much force possible into the swing. His aggressive emotions and desire to leave the bug as a chunky smear on the ground caused the System to activate [Rabid Fit I] by reaction. Not even his mana reserves were left untouched. All the mana contained in his body, negligible as the amount may be, was redirected and compressed into his arms just as he swung down. It was as if his body complied to his desire to use everything it had in the attack. It was unknown if imbuing his arms with mana were to contribute something positive to Ed or contribute anything at all, but one thing was quite clear. If Ed were to land the blow, the ant would be royally fucked.
The blue ratman was not given a moment to think about what caused the tremor as a red carapace burst from the earth and slammed into the elder dire rat. Ed jumped back in reaction to the sudden attack but soon saw the creature that ambushed them. It looked similarly to a fire ant but was as big as Asteria or Mother Rat and twice as long. It had just knocked the elder dire rat over, but was already dead set on attacking her again, if its twitching stinger on its abdomen was any sign. In smaller sizes, the bites or stings of a fire ant would be a mere annoyance. But in this case, a bite or a sting from this monster would likely prove fatal. If the blood loss will not get you, the venom will. If Ed wanted to intervene, he needed to make a quick and decisive strike against the ambushing foe.
Ed got up on from the ground and, in a span of a heartbeat, lunged at the abnormally large ant. It was not going to harm Mother Rat if he had something to do to prevent it. Gripping the gnarled stick over his head with both his hands he focused everything his body had to physically offer into the downward strike aimed at the massive bug. Billions of neurons in his brain fired instructions to his body's muscles, primarily in his arm and core, to exert as much force possible into the swing. His aggressive emotions and desire to leave the bug as a chunky smear on the ground caused the System to activate [Rabid Fit I] by reaction. Not even his mana reserves were left untouched. All the mana contained in his body, negligible as the amount may be, was redirected and compressed into his arms just as he swung down. It was as if his body complied to his desire to use everything it had in the attack. It was unknown if imbuing his arms with mana were to contribute something positive to Ed or contribute anything at all, but one thing was quite clear. If Ed were to land the blow, the ant would be royally fucked.
Pardon you but Roy is a gentleman duelist. He sneers at the term 'murder hobo'.
Eugh...just listen to it. It lacks finesse, grace, dignity, and honor.
Eugh...just listen to it. It lacks finesse, grace, dignity, and honor.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
An eye catching concept for the superhero genre.
Interested.
Interested.
Still here
@Lucius Cypher
His moment of triumph had turned out to be a distraction to the Red Chaser. Ethan was left dumbstruck as the smaller silhouette smacked the larger across the face and let out a triumphant cry over the prone form of her body. The goblin then took notice of Ethan and promptly attempted to take cover behind a barrel. The human, fueled with rage, was about to load another stone into the sling and take another shot at the bastard that had likely killed the person he was trying to protect. A little too late, as the still silhouette of the Red Chaser lurched forward and stabbed the goblin to death before it even moved two feet away from her.
After the struggle, he could see that the Red Chaser had turned to him. Probaby to say she was grateful for the help dealing with the goblins; but to his surprise, she voiced out her ire to the young man standing atop a house. Ethan was shocked at the elf's words. She was upset with him? Why? Was he not helpful in routing the goblins? None the less, he hurriedly moved down the building as he attempted to close the distance between him and the Red Chaser, but even before he could even speak a word to her, she had gone and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and started dragging him to a small hovel. The duo was met by three armed humans waiting inside, their faces were stern for a moment. As if expecting something someone or something else at their doorstep. But soon softened as they saw it was just Ethan and the wounded Red Chaser.
As soon as the two was inside of the small and rather simple house of the three humans, she let Ethan have an earful of what she thought of Ethan coming to help her kill the goblins. But after they had served the tea and tended to her wounds, they admitted that she would have been hard pressed to deal with the goblins by herself and she was just stubborn and prideful. "Pardon my question, but what goblin gang? Whats happening to this town?" The father then explained to Ethan of the robberies and murders the goblins had committed. Not even the children were spared by the savages. The cruelty these goblins possessed was truly boundless. At least there were a handful less goblins wandering the frontier lands. It was already deep into the night and the whole day was very tiring to the human, even if the Red Chaser had not commanded him to rest, Ethan would have passed out in the seat he so peacefully sat upon.
Come morning, Ethan would have been one of the very first to wake up. Even if he no longer had to rise before the sun did to go to work and earn his wage back in the Empire, his body was simply too used to waking up at this time and Ethan had no issue with it. Performing some minor stretches, he began to prepare his items for the trip back. He refastened the leather strap back to his small satchel. He then withdrew his walking stick and began to polish it of grime and filth accumulated over the previous day. Finally he began to dust off and clean is attire as best he could. He doubted that the shop keep would have appreciated if he arrived with his clothes covered in dirt, grime and...other things. While doing his morning routine, he was soon greeted by one of the sons, apparently getting ready to go to work himself. Ethan smiled to himself while cleaning his clothes. "An early riser as well, I see? Quite an admirable trait of an individual is to wake up early in the morning." The son then told the older man that he worked at the local grocer and an employer always appreciates a punctual employee. This piqued Ethan's attention. "Perfect timing then. I was on my way to pick up a package of goods ordered by Mr. Sips from Frontier Town. I work as his latest courier, so would you kindly hand over the order to me?" The son was happy to do so as soon as they reached the store. After picking up the delivery, he thanked the younger man and returned to the house to the house to properly thank them for their kindness and welcoming behavior in his and Red's time of need.
Finally he would go move the goblin corpses to a more discreet place in the town, as he was sure that the townsfolk would not appreciate that the first thing they see in their morning would be the mangled corpses of the goblins. After piling the goblins up, Ethan would then take away the weapons and armor of the goblins and put them where the locals would easily find them. Most of the armors and some of the weapons would be useless to him anyway, but better in the hands of the locals rather than in the possession of the goblins...if there were any left. The boat ride back was rather uneventful, the Red Chaser mostly kept to herself and Ethan did not wish to bother her. Soon they would arrive back to Frontier town and Ethan would find his way back to The Drunken Dragon. Though it seemed that the other employees were still not used to him being part of the tavern's employee roster, but hopefully soon they would.
Ethan would politely decline the offer of the menu and explain that he was the courier that Sips had hired yesterday, though he would take the seat offered and then wait patiently for his Employer to arrive.
His moment of triumph had turned out to be a distraction to the Red Chaser. Ethan was left dumbstruck as the smaller silhouette smacked the larger across the face and let out a triumphant cry over the prone form of her body. The goblin then took notice of Ethan and promptly attempted to take cover behind a barrel. The human, fueled with rage, was about to load another stone into the sling and take another shot at the bastard that had likely killed the person he was trying to protect. A little too late, as the still silhouette of the Red Chaser lurched forward and stabbed the goblin to death before it even moved two feet away from her.
After the struggle, he could see that the Red Chaser had turned to him. Probaby to say she was grateful for the help dealing with the goblins; but to his surprise, she voiced out her ire to the young man standing atop a house. Ethan was shocked at the elf's words. She was upset with him? Why? Was he not helpful in routing the goblins? None the less, he hurriedly moved down the building as he attempted to close the distance between him and the Red Chaser, but even before he could even speak a word to her, she had gone and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and started dragging him to a small hovel. The duo was met by three armed humans waiting inside, their faces were stern for a moment. As if expecting something someone or something else at their doorstep. But soon softened as they saw it was just Ethan and the wounded Red Chaser.
As soon as the two was inside of the small and rather simple house of the three humans, she let Ethan have an earful of what she thought of Ethan coming to help her kill the goblins. But after they had served the tea and tended to her wounds, they admitted that she would have been hard pressed to deal with the goblins by herself and she was just stubborn and prideful. "Pardon my question, but what goblin gang? Whats happening to this town?" The father then explained to Ethan of the robberies and murders the goblins had committed. Not even the children were spared by the savages. The cruelty these goblins possessed was truly boundless. At least there were a handful less goblins wandering the frontier lands. It was already deep into the night and the whole day was very tiring to the human, even if the Red Chaser had not commanded him to rest, Ethan would have passed out in the seat he so peacefully sat upon.
Come morning, Ethan would have been one of the very first to wake up. Even if he no longer had to rise before the sun did to go to work and earn his wage back in the Empire, his body was simply too used to waking up at this time and Ethan had no issue with it. Performing some minor stretches, he began to prepare his items for the trip back. He refastened the leather strap back to his small satchel. He then withdrew his walking stick and began to polish it of grime and filth accumulated over the previous day. Finally he began to dust off and clean is attire as best he could. He doubted that the shop keep would have appreciated if he arrived with his clothes covered in dirt, grime and...other things. While doing his morning routine, he was soon greeted by one of the sons, apparently getting ready to go to work himself. Ethan smiled to himself while cleaning his clothes. "An early riser as well, I see? Quite an admirable trait of an individual is to wake up early in the morning." The son then told the older man that he worked at the local grocer and an employer always appreciates a punctual employee. This piqued Ethan's attention. "Perfect timing then. I was on my way to pick up a package of goods ordered by Mr. Sips from Frontier Town. I work as his latest courier, so would you kindly hand over the order to me?" The son was happy to do so as soon as they reached the store. After picking up the delivery, he thanked the younger man and returned to the house to the house to properly thank them for their kindness and welcoming behavior in his and Red's time of need.
Finally he would go move the goblin corpses to a more discreet place in the town, as he was sure that the townsfolk would not appreciate that the first thing they see in their morning would be the mangled corpses of the goblins. After piling the goblins up, Ethan would then take away the weapons and armor of the goblins and put them where the locals would easily find them. Most of the armors and some of the weapons would be useless to him anyway, but better in the hands of the locals rather than in the possession of the goblins...if there were any left. The boat ride back was rather uneventful, the Red Chaser mostly kept to herself and Ethan did not wish to bother her. Soon they would arrive back to Frontier town and Ethan would find his way back to The Drunken Dragon. Though it seemed that the other employees were still not used to him being part of the tavern's employee roster, but hopefully soon they would.
Ethan would politely decline the offer of the menu and explain that he was the courier that Sips had hired yesterday, though he would take the seat offered and then wait patiently for his Employer to arrive.
Skill Rank Up: Muffle I > Muffle II! (1.9 > 2.0)
You are now even more effective at remaining unseen passively. Activating this skill by using Stamina will noticeably reduce, but not eliminate, the sounds of your movement.
Skill Gain: Use Light Equipment (0.9 > -- )
The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items.
'Huh...nice.' Ed comments to the system notification that popped into his mind, before returning his focus on the bludgeon he held before himself. 'I suppose that means I can use this stick more effectively now, as both tool and weapon then.' The young ratman then attempted to twirl the stick around his fingers but a sudden squeak from Mother Rat distracted him and inadvertently caused the stick to lightly bop him on his snout. "Ack! Shit..." Ed rubbed his snout, a slight frown adorning his face. Though the stick did not have any significant force behind the swing, the accident itself was more damaging to his pride rather than his snout. Looking to where Mother Rat was, Ed was confused by the elder dire rat's actions. Running in circles rapidly as well as sniffing and huffing around something.
He didn't see what she was so aggravated about at first but, after scooting a little closer to where she was, Ed's eyes widened as he saw the footprint accompanied by a smaller set of footprints. By the looks of it, it came from a large person wearing boots of some sort if the size, shape, and the imprint alone could attest to that. The other was significantly smaller and seemed to have difficulty keeping up with whatever caused the boot prints. Though both were heading to where Ed and the others came from. "It would be wise that we should not try to look for whoever made these tracks." He comments to Asteria. "Though I suppose there is some merit to following the tracks. To see and know where they came from might be useful to us and who knows, maybe we can find a road or something by backtracking them?"
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