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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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The ranger let out a quiet sigh as the confrontation between the two de-escalated. 'Good thing too. The guards were getting agitated' He thinks to himself while giving the people they had bothered an apologetic smile while he scratched the back of his head. When he had returned to look back to the group, the tall knight had picked up a little girl as one would a lost kitten. "Ummm...Miss Ettmari, correct? I do not think that the little girl likes being held up like that." Or that a child ought to be held up by the collar, risking suffocation and death given the proper angle and time.
Oscar looked at the group before him and gave a quick nod to nobody in particular. It seemed that he needn't ask for Renauld's help in forming a party. He turns to the mage and speaks to him. "Hmm...I suppose we won't be adventuring with your usual group, huh?" He finished with a lighthearted chuckle and a pat on the wizard's shoulder. The tall intimidating one had just announced that she would be the party's leader for the quest, and he had no intention of objecting her. Even by simply looking at her, Oscar knew that she has experience in leading a group before. "No questions here. Just by listening to you, I can agree that you are leadership material."
He glanced to the side and looked at the others to see if they were going to voice any complaints or objections, but took note of the armored silver eyed knight. He had heard of rumors of a shield bearing knight with silver eyes that apparently was a bringer of doom and misfortune due to the unaccountable number of the knight's party mates meeting their end while with him in the party. It lead to suspicions that there was foul play in the deaths, but no official reports had been given and it was left to word of mouth to confirm or deny the guilt or innocence of the aforementioned knight. Perhaps Argentum was the infamous knight that the rumors spoke of?
His train of thought was interrupted when a short dark haired man had gone to the center of the group and announced himself. Siwon was his name, probably the fiend knight friend the shield bearer talked about. He worshiped the same god that Rangers paid respects to due to Kur-Inuus representing the natural cycle of life and death. 'A little too eccentric, but I suppose he may be an alright guy.' The ranger thought to himself while observing the strange little man speak.
Then Siwon called Oscar a heretic.
The comment caused the smile on Oscar's face to dip ever so slightly. They both revered Kur-Inuus. It mattered not the method of showing reverence but only the intention of the action. It was rude and uncalled for but even though he wished to correct the fiend knight, it would only lead to more complications. Instead, Oscar held his tongue and just nodded when Siwon mentioned that they needed a priest.
A cold and bitter wind hit his back and unintentionally caused him to shiver in his vantage point. His cloak and attire did little, if any, to protect him from the chills of the wilderness. But he refused to turn back now, he had been here even before the sun rose. Setting up the bait, masking his scent, and covering his own tracks before waiting patiently for his mark to appear with his bow on hand. His sole focus was on the ambient sounds of the area; from the sound of the winder wind blowing through, to the faint sounds that birds and distant beasts produced occasionally. Those two sounds were the only thing he heard...that is until he heard the sound of crunching snow.
Oscar slowly turned his head to look at what caused the aberrant sound. He saw his intended prey. A rather fuzzy looking rabbit with almost pure white fur. This was it. The culmination of his efforts. He held his breath, not wanting the rabbit to notice his presence by the smell of his breath, and nocked an arrow. The rabbit hopped cautiously towards the small pile of berries, pausing in intervals to spot for dangers. As it closed in for its apparently easy meal, an arrow embedded itself in the small mammal's neck. It struggled slightly as it realized the danger but it was too late for it to run, in seconds the small creature laid still atop a small patch of reddening snow.
Finally moving from his position, Oscar hopped down the he had been standing on for hours and let out a content sigh as he approached the rabbit's still body. Crouching down he retrieves his arrow and wipes clean the blood from the metal tip before returning it to the quiver. He then grasps his hind legs and uses his trusty machete to begin skinning and cleaning the animal in preparation to be sold at the local butcher shop. As per routine that his mentor had taught him, Oscar leaves behind an offering to Kur-Inuus. Particularly the rabbit's head, paws, and innards as his offering. The walk back to the city from the reserve was uneventful, but he was just glad that he had finished earlier than expected. He was more excited on the questing he was going to do afterwards.
Hunting the critter was one thing, haggling for a better price at the butcher was another. "26 copper." Oscar offers the butcher. "No deal Oscar. 22 copper." The ranger groans slightly. "C'mon I already skinned and gutted the rabbit for you." "And I appreciate that but, if I buy it off you for 26 copper, I'll just barely break even. I have a wife and kid to support. You're killing me here." Oscar stares at the man before raising his hands in defeat. "Fine. Fine. 24 copper and I'll skin the next one I bring in. Deal?" He then extends his gloved hand across the counter. The butcher contemplates on the offer and after a brief moment and grasps the other man's hand and shakes it. "Deal." He then takes out the agreed upon amount of money and hands it over to Oscar. The ranger takes the coins and puts them in his money pouch before giving the butcher a wide smile and takes off his hat and gives the butcher a bow of gratitude. "Many thanks, ser butcher." The butcher in turn gives Oscar a dry chuckle. "Ha. Ha. Just don't forget the deal, ok?" Oscar just nods to him as he leaves the shop. Now with his task done, he heads off to the central plaza of the city.
On the way there he grabs some loose snow from the ground and uses it to clean off the blood and bits of guts off his gloves, in hopes that it would clean the smell of blood off them. Finally reaching the hustle and bustling plaza he makes his way to the quest board to look for some quests or maybe even parties that would need a ranger in their team. From the corner of his eye he notices a familiar face along with a not so familiar face talking to him. "Hey, Renault! It's me, Oscar!" He greeted the magic user with a wave and a smile on his face. Approaching closer he got a better look at the person talking to him. An extremely tall and heavily armored individual looking like she could bench press a cow for fun. Admittedly she was intimidating to the shorter man, but none the less he looks to the towering figure and takes off his hat as he introduces himself. "Hello. My name is Oscar, a somewhat infrequent member of Renault's party. I am a ranger by the way. Well, none the less. Nice to meet you." He completes his introduction before putting on his hat atop his head again. Hopefully he could join Renault's party again for a quest. If not maybe he and this new person could help him find another party to join up with.
@OwO@GreenGoat
Duly noted, GM.
Polnareff
Banned for assuming that Downy Softness is grounds for banning.
Edward Marsh
Skill Gain: Alert I! (0.9 > 1.0)!
Though this skill is limited by the strength of your senses, and does not sharpen your senses on its own, it allows you to become more aware of your surroundings. Without conscious effort, you will pick up on signs in your environment more easily, especially if they present some form of danger to you. Essentially this is an anti-ambush skill.
The notification that popped up in his mind alerted the young ratman that he had gained a new skill, but he could not celebrate it freely as of now. If he could sweat, he was sure that he would have been sweating bullets at the time. Slowly but surely he grasped his trusty cudgel once again and just at the right time. Ed was about to look to Asteria and see if she had taken notice of their vespid like foe and was ready to fight but, before he could even look, she launched the preemptive strike against the dark purple demon bug. It seemed that she already knew what they were supposed to do. Like an unconscious synergy that they had developed from the times they had fought alongside one another.
Though they had the advantage of the first strike, the sound was enough to alert their foe of the danger and it dodged nimbly even before the stone had reached it. Ed's eyes widened in surprise as the flying bug made a beeline for them and he instinctively ducked down as it buzzed past their heads. It then circled around and began to dive, like a kamikaze pilot would do to when going in for the kill. Ed steeled himself for what he needed to do. Ed focused everything on his sight, or as much as [Beast Sense II] could give him and glared daggers at the diving bug. Getting himself in the mindset that he was venting in the batting cages again on a particularly bad day. He gripped the gnarled stick with both of his hands tightly. He solely focused on the rapidly approaching bug to the point that it felt like his brain perceived time had slightly slowed down. The sounds of its droning wing beats and the winds blowing across the plains had turned into faint and muffled whispers in his ears. The images around the bug blurred to the point that the bug was the only thing that was clear in his vision. He let out a steady breath and positioned his body in a manner a batter would when winding up for the swing of his career. He wouldn't swing until the bug committed to the attack and inadvertently rob it the chance of dodging or escaping. But once he felt that it was safe to swing, he would be digging deep and putting his whole weight behind the swing.
One way or another he was going to hurt this bug.
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