May I do one as well?
I'd like to see if Roy knows some stories considering he traveled to Norn on a hunch based on stories.
I'd like to see if Roy knows some stories considering he traveled to Norn on a hunch based on stories.
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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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true but we haven't decided to take a short or long rest yet.
same
The madness had caught his consciousness by surprise and overwhelmed it in a rapid flow of anger and blood-lust. Letting his emotions gain control for only a moment seemed to have alarmingly severe consequences in his ability to reel himself in while he berserked. The blue ratman's eyes were unfocused and whatever was was left of Ed's consciousness and awareness seemed lost. Drowning in the tidal wave of madness within his own mind. Causing the blood-drunk Ratman to slowly turn his head and stare at the Dire Rat duo. But before his body could take a few staggering steps forward towards Asteria and Mother Rat. His body smelled something sweet in the air. An intoxicating aroma that his maddened mind could not get enough of. A smell that originated from the wounded ant's shattered thorax plate.
His body quickly reacted to the enticing stimuli, snapping Ed's head towards the fleeing arthropod. His eyes were transfixed on it's injured form as well as the trail of viscous green blood that it left behind. His sharp sense of smell was flooded by the sweet fragrance of blood. Oh how his need to spill more sang to his maddened mind. His lips curled outwards as Ed bared his teeth at it, giving the ant a twisted parody of a grin, before letting out a hoarse and guttural chuckle. The ant practically begged for slaughter. Sickeningly so, and Ed was in no position to refuse. His muscles flexed and air filled his lungs to the brim as he let out a feral and predatory roar. Letting the gnarled stick fall to the grass with a soft thud, Ed forwent his weapon; wanting to feel and taste the blood and viscera himself. Ed then made a beeline rush to the ant where he would pounce upon it's back, his jaws and claws ready to rip and tear his prey apart.
Starting with the weakest, most vulnerable, and damaged spot it had. The thorax.
His body quickly reacted to the enticing stimuli, snapping Ed's head towards the fleeing arthropod. His eyes were transfixed on it's injured form as well as the trail of viscous green blood that it left behind. His sharp sense of smell was flooded by the sweet fragrance of blood. Oh how his need to spill more sang to his maddened mind. His lips curled outwards as Ed bared his teeth at it, giving the ant a twisted parody of a grin, before letting out a hoarse and guttural chuckle. The ant practically begged for slaughter. Sickeningly so, and Ed was in no position to refuse. His muscles flexed and air filled his lungs to the brim as he let out a feral and predatory roar. Letting the gnarled stick fall to the grass with a soft thud, Ed forwent his weapon; wanting to feel and taste the blood and viscera himself. Ed then made a beeline rush to the ant where he would pounce upon it's back, his jaws and claws ready to rip and tear his prey apart.
Starting with the weakest, most vulnerable, and damaged spot it had. The thorax.
With one final grunt of pain, the human musketeer finally sutured the two inch hole on his side shut. He had seen the healers and doctors do this a number of times before on both himself and other people. Now that he was doing it on himself, he found an appreciation to the medical arts and sciences. He knew that the practice needed steady hands, but proper knowledge was the key to save a life or loose one. He peered upon the now closed wound and grimaced at the slightly amateurish work. It was by no means a poor job, but the musketeer felt that he could have done a better job. He finally applied a few layers of fresh bandages to stop the bleeding and hopefully prevent the wound from getting dirty.
He heard the bard announce that the buckler had an ability to transform into a much more proper shield but was broken and the foul smelling breastplate he had carried was actually magical. Though the thought of wearing a breastplate, albeit a magical one, that came from a filthy Cyclopes caused the man to inwardly frown. He was ready to demean himself to such lows. Though the buckler caught his interest. Roy, coming from Briston as well as being a musketeer himself, was familiar with Dwarf technology.
Briston's Dwarven allies and her brightest engineers worked hand in hand in improving the already amazing technology the Dwarves created. Most were weapons of war. Weapons that Roy is well versed with; in both regards of use and maintenance. Perhaps in the near future, he would give it a better look and see if he could figure out what was wrong with the thing. But now Roy shifted his focus onto his body and stretched it slightly to check if the bandages would hinder his movement and mobility, and after a few more seconds of stretching he confirmed that they were no problem to his agility. He would then gather his under shirt and leather armor, that seemed to get the attention of a little scaly bard.
Letting out a small amused snort of air, Roy began to don his shirt and armor once again. While he finished bucking the straps of his armor, he heard the little kobold ask the party. It seemed more aimed to him and another but she seemed to be expecting an answer from everyone present. "Quite the sharp eye on you, bard." Roy said with a hint of sarcasm and an unseen smirk behind the armor's face cover. "I am not an adventurer by trade, but I am familiar with them and have worked alongside them numerous times ever since the beginning of my career. Though I seek not fortunes and personal fame that most generic adventurers so damnably lust after. I only yearn to serve my homeland...as the sub-lieutennant of the Bristonian Royal Musketers, as a loyal servant to the King and Queen, and as a humble law abiding citizen." Roy smiled to himself as he felt the pride and sincerity in his own words. Curse or not, he still took pride being who he was.
Though the pride that swelled within him was also accompanied by a cocktail of worry and concern. The curse was still a pressing matter. He, along with the other afflicted, were ticking time bombs. " As to why a soldier like me is here on this cursed land...well, rumor has it that the ruins hold innumerable mysteries and strange magics. I seek a panacea that cures all ailments, debilitations, and curses; and perhaps Norn hides it within it's ruins." Roy takes a long pause as his eyes express a deep melancholy. They silently trail downwards until his gaze us upon his gloved hands he had unintentionally clasped together, as if to begging. "I...just hope that such a thing exists here in the world." He speaks once again, but his voice is barely above a hushed whisper.
True, either way I'll be giving some of Roy's backstory.
I'll write something out within the day.
I'll write something out within the day.
I for one am good for a short or long rest but at least lets wait until the trog horde thins out inside the ruins before we decide to trek further in.
Just waiting for the others to get ready.
Guess its time for some character interactions.
Also, @Lucius Cypher. Did my 16 medicine check patch Roy's wounds up?
Also, @Lucius Cypher. Did my 16 medicine check patch Roy's wounds up?
Frontliner needs it and would probably make good use of it.
Just make sure to protect us squishy support/ranged dps.
Just make sure to protect us squishy support/ranged dps.
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