Sorry, was busy with real life problems.
But, posted.
But, posted.
Searat
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The Aqueous Rodent
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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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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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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A small figure observed the younger goblin stalking a doe in a clearing in the woods for the last mile and a half...well from what Griz assumed to be. He had only decided to follow and observe the lone goblin when he spotted him dipping in and out of bushes when the sun was still relatively low in the sky. The sun had now properly risen in the sky when the younger goblin managed to finally get close enough to the doe, but the doe had already known he was there hiding in the bush. The doe knows he is there...did he forget to mask his scent? No. That would be a mistake of a youngling but not someone older. Perhaps his sweat from the trek? Griz thought to himself as the goblin in question burst forth from the bushes in a last-ditch effort to perhaps kill his mark. Though, sadly, the deer had the advantage of speed and already noticing him and scampered deeper into the woods even before the spear could have been thrown. He frowned slightly at the frustrated hunter. He knew all too well that failed hunts were frustrating; all that time, all that effort, all that energy spent for nothing. But this may be a learning experience for him and a chance to grow from it.
"Perhaps next time, Brenden." Griz muttered quietly to himself as he sees the younger comedically kicking a stone heavier than he could kick and clutching his foot and hopping around in pain. Now that he finished observing the process and outcome of Brenden's hunt, it was time for him to do what he originally went out for. Observing a couple of humans that seem to have wandered a little too close to the village. Griz knew that they were in good terms with the human village, but that did not mean that they were the only humans in the world. He hopped from tree branch to tree branch under the cover of the leaves and shade of the canopy above as he moved closer and closer to where the others said to have seen them. It was unlikely that they were anything else other than hunters that wandered too close to their tribe's territory, but he couldn't take any chances. Especially if they were adventurers. Griz sneered at the thought. Adventurers. Greedier than dragons and more prone to violence than an orc berserker that drank too much grog. He would never forgive them for what they did years before. The raid hurt the tribe as a whole, but it hurt Griz more than other goblins.
An hour or so of hopping from tree to tree later, he finally finds the two humans. They were camping. From what he could see and hear, they were neither hunter nor adventurer. They were travelers that had gone astray from whatever road they were following and decided to stop moving until they finally know where they are...well arguing where they were then and there. The goblin hopped closer to the camp and once he was above them he spoke to them. "If you're trying to reach the human village you're going in the wrong direction." Their reaction was sudden, one of them lept for cover in the tent while the other drew forth a short sword and pointed it at the goblin squatting on a tree branch above them. "It would be wise if you lowered your weapon, humie. If I was your foe I wouldn't have given away my position." The human said nothing but lowered his sword, but did not sheath it. "You're heading towards goblin territory. If you want to reach the human village, you head back where you were walking and upon seeing the large tree split by lightning you head northwest until you reach a dirt road. Use that road and I'm sure you'll be there before the dawn of the next day. Got it?" The man wielding the short sword nods and says thanks to Griz, who waves it off rather casually. He was happy enough from the fact that the humans will be gone soon.
The two pack their things, but never break line of sight of Griz for more than a minute before walking off to follow his directions. Once he sees the silhouettes of the two travelers disappear in the treeline, he makes his way back to the village to report that the two humans near their territory were dealt with accordingly.
"Perhaps next time, Brenden." Griz muttered quietly to himself as he sees the younger comedically kicking a stone heavier than he could kick and clutching his foot and hopping around in pain. Now that he finished observing the process and outcome of Brenden's hunt, it was time for him to do what he originally went out for. Observing a couple of humans that seem to have wandered a little too close to the village. Griz knew that they were in good terms with the human village, but that did not mean that they were the only humans in the world. He hopped from tree branch to tree branch under the cover of the leaves and shade of the canopy above as he moved closer and closer to where the others said to have seen them. It was unlikely that they were anything else other than hunters that wandered too close to their tribe's territory, but he couldn't take any chances. Especially if they were adventurers. Griz sneered at the thought. Adventurers. Greedier than dragons and more prone to violence than an orc berserker that drank too much grog. He would never forgive them for what they did years before. The raid hurt the tribe as a whole, but it hurt Griz more than other goblins.
An hour or so of hopping from tree to tree later, he finally finds the two humans. They were camping. From what he could see and hear, they were neither hunter nor adventurer. They were travelers that had gone astray from whatever road they were following and decided to stop moving until they finally know where they are...well arguing where they were then and there. The goblin hopped closer to the camp and once he was above them he spoke to them. "If you're trying to reach the human village you're going in the wrong direction." Their reaction was sudden, one of them lept for cover in the tent while the other drew forth a short sword and pointed it at the goblin squatting on a tree branch above them. "It would be wise if you lowered your weapon, humie. If I was your foe I wouldn't have given away my position." The human said nothing but lowered his sword, but did not sheath it. "You're heading towards goblin territory. If you want to reach the human village, you head back where you were walking and upon seeing the large tree split by lightning you head northwest until you reach a dirt road. Use that road and I'm sure you'll be there before the dawn of the next day. Got it?" The man wielding the short sword nods and says thanks to Griz, who waves it off rather casually. He was happy enough from the fact that the humans will be gone soon.
The two pack their things, but never break line of sight of Griz for more than a minute before walking off to follow his directions. Once he sees the silhouettes of the two travelers disappear in the treeline, he makes his way back to the village to report that the two humans near their territory were dealt with accordingly.
Before the large woman could give her answer, their phalanx approached the table and greeted them with a faint smirk that disappeared just as quickly as it appeared before taking a seat with them. "I'm fine for the most part, Argen. Also, it's good to see that you too are alive and well." Renauld soon followed afterward but seemed not in the talking mood. Not a moment later, their youngest member made her appearance and take note of the empty table. "Ah, you are mistaken Katya. Other than Ettamri, I don't think we have eaten for the day yet...well I'm at least sure that I haven't eaten." It was not that Oscar didn't want to eat, it was that he didn't have the appetite to eat despite the wonderful aroma of freshly baked bread and the smell of the soup.
Perhaps his memory of eating raw horse was putting him off?
None the less, he observed their little priest walk to the line for the soup and bread after her stomach audibly growled. The ranger could not help but smile at the exchange between the two and outright laughed as soon as the lady called Katya 'washboard'. He felt much better now after having a good laugh. She sat between him and Ettamri and prayed to the god of sunlight before relishing her meal. She paused for a moment to ask where Muu was. "Your guess is as good as mine, but I'm hoping that she is fine...Is the fiend knight still asleep?" He turns his head to face the girl and exhaled through his nose as an expression of his surprise and amusement. The priestess had her cheeks filled with food and bits of bread crumbs littered her mouth. Even if she acted mature, deep down she couldn't deny the fact that she was still a child.
Oz raised a gloved hand, ready to wipe away the crumbs of her mouth, but hesitated. He couldn't remember his nightmare from last night but a feeling, deep down in his gut, was telling him not to. As if it was his instincts warning him that if he touches her, he'd hurt her. He lowers his hand and stands from his seat from the table. "Well no point in pondering. I'll go ask around and look for her. I'll come back as soon as I find answers." He then begins to walk away from the table and back to the hallway, asking whoever he encounters if they knew where the blade dancer was being kept then asking for directions.
A sandbox type RP where we make our own story as we play it.
Sounds about right.
Sounds about right.
Glad to be back,@Aristocles.
Aristocles, its been a while.
I see that you're reviving that goblin RP from a few years back. Would you be willing to welcome an old player back?
I see that you're reviving that goblin RP from a few years back. Would you be willing to welcome an old player back?
Edward Marsh
Ed's eyes narrowed as he glared back at the surrendering bandit with equal, no, with more intensity than the bandit. With his bloodied teeth bared, he hissed out a raspy response to being called a pet of the people he just helped save. "NOT. A. PET. JACKASS." The ratman then growled at him once more before letting [Rabbid Fit II], [Beast Sense II], and [Dynamic Eye I] to deactivate. The ratman then took a seat on the grass and let the cool early morning air help him catch his breath; even for a scant few moments.
Now that things had calmed down, Ed looked to the spearman that currently pinned the bandit, then the cart driver, and finally the tall swordsman; each time mentally asking the System to conduct [Monster Analysis] on each before finally speaking. "A 'thanks for helping us' would be nice..." Ed let out a sigh. "As you all have noticed, I am not your average run-of-the-mill ratman. I won't go into any complex nor convoluted explanations as to why I am this way, but I will say this." Ed stands up and dusts himself off and tries his best to sound as convincing as possible, which is not much to be honest but he was doing his best. "I am not from here and neither am I your enemy. I have no evidence, other than my words and actions, so it's up to you if you consider me to be otherwise." Ed even went as far as to sheath his sturdy stick beside his trusty cudgel and raise his hands to show them he had no weapons other than what God- erm -The Demon King gave him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some things to do."
Ed would then approach the bodies of the slain bandits and begin a new task: Looting the bodies. First, he would approach the kobold caster and use the staff and it's black cloak into a sizable bindle stick to help carry back everything the kobold had on it. He would then move on to the hobgoblin, taking and donning the wooden breastplate it had and wear it's straw sandals before placing the vine belt into the bindle. He looked to the fat man's corpse and looked to the tall swordsman named Wulf. "Would you mind if I took the knife he had?" If he was allowed to do so, he would gladly take it. An actual knife would be a great step up for Asteria from using the stinger rather than the stone one the caster had. If not, he wouldn't push the issue. Either way, he would soon bid them farewell and begin heading back to the tall grass and sneaking back to the barrow but making it not obvious. Heading back to the direction of the village for five minutes before making a sharp U-turn and heading back to the barrow.
The ranger turns his head slightly to the larger woman and replies with a rather warm but tired smile. "Same to you, Ettamri." Oscar lets out a somewhat relaxed breath. "When I thought the world was finished with us, it pulls us back in. I guess our job in this world ain't done yet." His mind then comes back to the memory of one of his party mates in particular. "Any news regarding Muu? Last time we saw her she was running a high fever and could barely lift a finger." Naturally, he was concerned for the well being of his companion. If she had died, it would be a detrimental blow to the mission and, more importantly, their morale.
A broken spirit would mean a death sentence to even the most experienced soldiers.
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