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STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 7 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
Current 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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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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8 yrs ago
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.

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In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The ranger scans the room before taking note of the people present. From the aged baker to the crowd of soldiers playing a game of some sort with dice, a checkered board, and dice. All of them possibly had information regarding their saviors, but he held off his desire to question them and let them have their peace while eating. These guards deserved that much. He was not sure his other companions would follow suit, but he didn't feel hungry yet and didn't want to disturb the guards' period of rest and relaxation. So, instead, he looked at where Ettamri was seated and decided to alleviate her of the lonesomeness to an extent.

With that in mind, the man walks to her table and gives her a simple greeting before taking a seat. He would have made a joke or quip about the snow or cold in general, but nearly dying last night made any lighthearted jokes or quips to be in poor taste. The ranger simply kept his mouth shut for the moment being and let himself be absorbed in the slightly cozy environment that the mess hall radiated.


In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The ranger suddenly wakes from his restful slumber and takes shallow and ragged breaths as he sweats bullets. His body instinctively pats his body, as if he was unsure if he was awake or not. Alive or dead. After a few more moments of hyperventilating and patting, the ranger finally collects his composure and places his face on his hands. His stomach was tight and had a strong urge to wash his whole body. He hadn't a faintest idea why he felt so dirty. He simply felt it.

He removed himself from the bed he was resting on and noticed that his things were beside it. All still there and accounted for but, once his eyes were set on the waterskin, he quickly takes in in his hands and spills the contents over his hair and face. The ice-cold water contained within removed any remnants of sleep and the vigorous scrubbing sated his need to clean himself for the moment. Once he felt his anxiety levels stabilize, he lets out a heavy sigh as he remembered everything that occurred the past two days. The backtracking, the shitty camp, Muu getting sick, and the likely death of both their horses.

A reminder that no matter how well he thinks he did, at the end of it all, he was still lacking...

"Bullshit." he whispers to himself with an aggravated tone. He was still alive, wasn't he? He still had his chance to prove that statement wrong. Letting the cold air dry the equally cold water off his face, he wears his foot wrapping and boots and walked out of the room to enter the halls of the unknown building they were in. If he could give an educated guess, he would assume this was the Fort Stalwart they were trying so desperately to reach. After giving the hall a quick once over, the ranger begins to wander around the fort; to both map and scout, the area as well as locate the soldiers garrisoned here and give them a proper thank you for saving them.


In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Edward Marsh


The bone weapon was not able to withstand the brutality and power output the young ratman had exerted upon it shattered into pieces on the third hit against the bandit's sturdy shield. But it was not all for nought, as the spearman took advantage of the distraction he provided and landed a solid stab even if it did not kill the bandit. The sight and scent of blood excited the berserk ratman greatly; his blood-stained hand gripped the stick with such force that it quivered slightly in his grasp. His heightened animalistic hearing could hear the faint gurgling of a creature in the direction of the burial mound, the bandit's ranged support was gone. His mouth bared dozens of sharp teeth as he gave the wounded bandit a smile. One that was more akin to a sadistic snarl. "HUNTER IS DEAD, YOU'RE NEXT!" Without waiting for the bandit to make sense of Ed's statement, he rushed forward and readied his shield to defend him from attack, but ready to dodge if his shield wouldn't cut it.

He would keep low to the ground as closed in and focused solely on the wounded bandit, activating [Beast Sense II] and focusing it on his sight and [Dynamic Eye] to better observe and telegraph the bandit's movement. Ed would first feint a swing at the bandit's wounded side, curl the last foot or so of his tail into a hook shape, and finally combine his tail and momentum to sweep the bandit's feet off the ground. Hopefully giving the spearman the opening he needs to finish him.



In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Edward Marsh


Ed wasn't sure if it was by luck or sheer chance that the fireball didn't fry him in an instant as soon as that human caster sent it towards him and his selected purple smelling victim. But the damage was done and he was sent reeling from the sudden blast of heat and flash of light. But from what his ears and nose had relayed to him, it seemed that the kobold was the one who took the brunt of the attack and was suffering for it. Ed took a moment to blink away the disorientation. Once he had a semblance of his senses back, he looked for the still burning kobold and was on it in a heartbeat. Ignoring the ongoing conflict around him, the ratman raised his bludgeon once again and grasped it with both hands and took aim at the writhing form of the burning kobold. "SMASH!" Roared out the berserk ratman as he let loose his attack just as the System activated his [Smash I] skill.

Whether or not he landed the coup de gras on the creature, the strike would ensure that it would not be getting back up anytime soon.

Ed would now focus on supporting the cart riders against the two other assholes he mentioned earlier. He would first stow his trusty cudgel into his vine belt, then go to the dead goblinoid's body to obtain and equip the shield and jawbone cleaver. All to increase his chances of survival against the human bandits. Ed would finally rush into the fray of combat, clanging his jawbone cleaver onto the shield repeatedly all the while doing so, roaring out a heroic battle cry. "BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL, BITCH!"



In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


"Well...shit." Oz muttered in disbelief as he gazed upon the chasm. It was ten meters across and the snow-capped forest below seemed almost triple the distance it actually was. Either way, he nor the party would be able to cross this. The sounds of the cart and the party caused the ranger to turn to them and say the obvious. "Ain't no going through here." The ranger vaguely gestured to the whole chasm.

The knightess was first to speak, suggesting they find an alternative route. Possibly extending their trip by a whole day at least. Not a fun nor encouraging idea but a viable option. The other was to find a way for them and the cart to traverse. Renauld's magical prowess was nowhere near the power needed to conjure up an ice bridge, so it seemed that they'd have to make their own bridge if they wanted to pass. Oz noticed that there were a good number of trees at the start of the mountain that was at least ten meters tall, if they managed to chop down a couple of those trees and then vertically bisect them, they'd have a sturdy and wide enough bridge to carry them and the cart across. Though the twisting paths would make transporting the logs a difficult task and the weight would be a big issue, it was possible. "There were a number of very tall trees at the base of the mountain. If we manage to bring them here, we could make a bridge ourselves...but it would be very difficult and time-consuming." He admitted to the party.

Oz would then walk to the edge of the crevasse and investigate what could have caused this and see how recent it was made. It seemed impossible for it to be made recently, considering the other parties were able to make their deliveries for the past month, albeit in varying states of success, they would have mentioned the ten-meter wide chasm in the way to the outpost.

Maybe they did make a wrong turn at some point?


In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


"Thanks for the offer, Argen. But the thought of bathing with an...orc...does not sit well enough with me." The word 'orc' practically dripped with venom as he lowered his cloak and sheathed his weapons. Justifiably so. Many of his fellow silver moon soldiers had met their ends at the hands of the vile green-skinned menace. Monsters are monsters, and the orcs are no exception to that fact, plain and simple. "Feel free to enjoy your downtime anyway, I'll accompany Muu and Renauld." Oz says with a small but polite nod to the phalanx before following the duo, leaning on the trees they passed a few times as the after-effects of Hunter's Rush kicked in.

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Oz was weirded out on how Katya eyed Muu and Renault as well as himself and Argen before she patted herself on the back. He would have dwelled on the subject if not for the second use of Hunter's Rush. He was just plain tired. He quietly heads to the cart and retrieves his sleeping roll and announces to the party present. "I'll take the last watch with whoever is my watch partner." The ranger then crawls into the tent and bundles up into a sleepy burrito with a wizard hat before being embraced by the gentle arms of sleep.

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The rays of light, combined with the snow sapping his body heat made it impossible for the ranger to get even an extra hour of sleep. His sleeping roll was stiff and when he struggled out of his frozen cocoon he flopped out of the tent, body aching from the events of yesterday. One would easily confuse the groaning ranger dragging himself out of the tent as a recently risen undead. Jaws above...I hope I'm not late for my watch. He thinks as he drags his sore body across the cold snowy ground. He then notices that the rays of light and the sky were already too bright to warrant the time he had awoken for a watch. Shit. Did he oversleep? This rarely happened...but considering that he, along with his party, was still in the world of the living, it seemed that missing his watch was not that big of a deal. A rogue gust of wind caused the prone ranger to shiver and lift his head to locate the campfire, where he saw the sleepy and slightly irate priestess combing her frozen hair. "Fire...Warmth...Kat..." Oz muttered into the snow as he dragged his body towards the dying fire and the small priestess.

Perhaps she has a miracle to help alleviate the muscle fatigue?


In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Oz dreamed of his home. Not the one from his previous life prior to his death, but the one he lived in the ranger's reserve. It was sunny and the sounds of nature filled the air to create a symphony that he could consider to be a masterpiece. He was wearing his casual attire, which consisted of his hunting attire sans the leather armor pieces and hunting cloak. He was filled with a sense of contentment as he cut an impossibly perfect apple. A familiar raven landed atop his hat and cawed and pecked the brim of his hat to call Oscar's attention. "Yes, Bird. I know you're there." Another caw and it flaps off his hat and in front of him, where the raven looked at both the ranger and the fruit expectantly. "Be patient. You'll get a treat soon. Promise." He replied to the rather large black bird. Once he finally cored and peeled the apple, he cut a sizable portion of it and handed it to his feathery visitor. Where in which the raven swallowed it in one gulp.

Content with the human's offering of fresh fruit, the raven returns to it's perch atop the ranger's hat. "Enjoying the view?" A singular caw. "Thought so." Oz promptly replies as he consumes the slices of fruit and occasionally raising a piece for Bird to eat.

This was the life.
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A scream from the springs roused the ranger from his slumber before it returned into a still silence.

It had barely been a moment since the end of the scream as the ranger leapt over the campfire, machete and scavenged goblin dagger drawn.

Conquer or Die.

The thought resounded in his mind, as his body feels his blood quickening and adrenaline flowing through his entire nervous system. Demanding his body to move faster to the point that his silhouette was akin to a blur moving past the trees at near inhuman speeds. Just as he lept through the veil of mist to where the others were taking a bath, he encountered...nothing. The damnable orc did not attack them, nor did any beast. The scene was simply his wizard friend in the water clutching his family jewels, with visible pain on his face, and a VERY naked Muu standing in front of said wizard friend. Oz's eyes widened and his cheeks burned red as his stare lingered longer than excusable. He realized this rather quickly and raised his cloak to break visual contact and save what decency the blade dancer had left...and hide the fact that a line of sanguine dripped down his nostril. "Jaws above, someone PLEASE explain what is happening?"

In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Edward Marsh



This went a little bit off the plan, but Ed was sure he could still salvage the situation. The caster was facing the carriage people while the archer was on the barrow top taking potshots against them. The hooded one was, surprisingly, just a slightly taller goblin-like creature and was flanking the cart while the better-armed humanoids approached so they could join in the ambush. It was only a matter of moments before the humanoid marauders attacked. But more importantly, it was a time for action for the rats. Ed sniffed the air for the purple smelling one and focused his aggression towards it. Ed focused on [Muffle II] until the very last moment when there was barely a couple of meters between him and the purple smelling one. It was then Ed switched out [Muffle II] for [Rabid Fit II] and unleashed a flurry of club strikes, claw swipes, kicks, and even a couple of bites and tail whips in. Amidst the brutalizing he was unleashing to the purple smelling one, Ed roared out to the caravan people. "TWO OTHER ASSHOLES NEAR THE OPPOSITE DITCH! KILL 'EM!" before proceeding to keep brutalizing his mark until it was dead. Hoping that they would heed his warning and not try to kill him.



In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The ranger chuckled lightly at the mild irritation of their little priestess. If anything, she was determined to stand by her choice of not eating her monkey butt skewers. Though the satisfaction of teasing the girl was quickly replaced by a strange sense of guilt as Oscar observed her eat the hardtack with an almost vicious gusto. The ranger returned the skewers back to their original places and lifted his hands in front of him to signify he was yielding to the little girl's will. "Ok. Ok. You win this round, kiddo. I won't tease you any longer. No poopy butt meat skewers for you." Oscar says with mock disappointment.

He then stood up and walked to his own pack and brought forth a sack containing dried blueberries before returning to where Katya was seated, still hellbent on eating the hardtack instead of the meal they had prepared from the abom meat. "Consider this your prize for winning." he plops the sack of dried fruit in front of her before plucking his wide-brimmed wizard-like hat from the girl's head and placed it on his own before proceeding to tousle her celestine colored hair slightly and sitting back down near the fire.

With a full belly and a relatively comfortable position near the warmth of the fire, Oz decides to rest his eyes a little. It had been a long day and the least he could do to help relieve the fatigue was to unwind and relax. To the outside perspective, the ranger simply sat near the campfire; but if one were to look underneath the wide-brimmed hat, one would notice the ranger had slipped into a shallow slumber. Deep enough to rest, but conscious enough to react to external stimulus at a drop of a hat.

In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Edward Marsh



Ed's heart beat a mile a minute as he stalked the tall grass. He placed himself in a such a life-risking situation just to gather some more information, and possibly a means of escape. Though the notion of escape right now would be a far fetched idea as the bandits had positioned themselves that they could sense if there was something amiss in their environment. It was hard enough to sneak out of the barrow without them detecting him, what more with two more and the items they had? It was unreasonable to think that they can sneak past without rousing suspicion. But before Ed would turn around and report his findings to Asteria, he noticed something odd in the distance. He squinted his eyes to see what it was and his eyes widened as soon as he realized that the shape was actually a large horse-drawn carriage with, what he could assume to be humans, guarding it.

Ah shit... Ed thought to himself as this was the perfect situation for the marauders to ambush and pillage the cart. It was only a matter of time before one of the bandits sensed the presence of the cart in the distance. If he didn't do anything to warn the cart, the bandits would likely be too focused on raiding the cart to notice them sneak away...but that would mean that he would allow innocent people to die. If he did, he could potentially save the lives of those in the cart, but the bandits would instantly know that he was there and that would drastically reduce his life expectancy to a matter of minutes...if the people in the carriage won't end him first.

The decision rested solely on the former human. Would he be a selfless hero and warn the carriage, but risk dying again? Or would he be an opportunistic coward that would ensure his safety and the safety of his friends at the expense of the people in the carriage?

Decisions, decisions...

Ed grimaced to himself quietly as he quietly scampered back to the barrow with the help of [Muffle II]. It felt like he was doing the wrong decision to not head straight to the cart and warn them of the ambush but, he simply couldn't risk it. You call yourself a man? Pathetic. You're nothing but a coward. He mentally berated himself as he entered the barrow and leaned into the second room to talk to Asteria. "Asteria, I got news." he whispered rather harshly into the room. "There's a cart coming, likely in a couple minutes or so, and it's going to distract the bandits..." Ed paused. Maybe he didn't have to be a coward? Maybe he didn't have to let innocent people die to ensure that they survive. A blazing resolution sparked in his eyes. "...and I have a plan. This is going to sound stupid and crazy but, while the bandits are distracted by the cart, we swoop in like black ops and attack and kill the bandits while they're distracted. And hopefully, the cart people recognize that we're helping them and won't try to kill us on sight." Ed paused to look at the short cudgel in his hand and gripped it tightly. "If we do do that, prioritize killing the one who smells like purple." Ed paused to process how stupid that statement sounded. How the hell would someone know what purple smelled like? "Next we kill the one with the staff, he is likely the one who can use magic proficiently and is the next biggest threat, we kill the one who smells like mint last. If things go as planned, the humans guarding the carriage can deal with the two humanoid bandits. If things look sour for them, we go help kill the two." Ed let out a breath and mentally prepared himself. "They could spot the cart at any moment now. Ready?" He asked Asteria with an almost genuine sense of bravery.



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