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Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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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.
"Y'all need to have three bones to thrive in live. A wishbone, A backbone, and A funny bone."
Full Name:Jeane Robert Cindercloud. Aka Deputy, Rob, and Robbie (by his friends) Age:Twenty years old (20) Gender:Male Race:Human Birthday:Breithe, 8 Job Title:Hunter and Deputy Residency:1 Season
"Understood." Griz said as he tried to settle more comfortably to his stack of hay draped with the fur of a couple of goats, he called a bed.
Even with the treatment of the healer, Griz was almost sure that he'd be bedridden for at least a week or so before he'd be able to function at full capacity again. Considering that he almost hunted on a daily basis, he felt a little awkward to be not able to hunt for at least seven days. But he reaps what he sows. "I'm gonna rest for a while. If you need me, wake me up." And with that Griz shut his eyes and did his best to relax.
The healer was to leave the hut first, telling Griz that he should rest and focus on healing up. Then the guard goblin, still upset for what Griz did, left wordlessly back to his own hut to rest and think about things. Though unknown to them, there was another listener.
An ambitious and aspiring warrior happened to pass by at the right time...and from what he heard that necklace they were talking about would be his golden goose to more power and more personal glory. With a thin but wicked smile plastered on his face, he walks away. Formulating plans to take the necklace, whether Griz was willing or not.
But, much to his surprise, he wasn't as disgusted or as disturbed as he should have been. "Guess I'm getting used to it." He said to himself in a deadpan manner while carrying the goods down of the barrow. The System was right to tell him he was close to being over-encumbered, all the flesh and bone he was carrying down was heavy. It was good fortune that the ratman only had to walk a short distance to go down and enter the impromptu base.
With a meaty plop and clattering of bones, he laid out the goblin entrails, and bones to one side of the first room. "Should have taken the robes off before bleeding and butchering. Gonna smell like blood for a while." Ed whines slightly. "But none the less, I'm gonna set aside about 10 lbs. of the meat for...consumption. " The word rolled off his tongue distastefully. He still was not comfortable with the idea of eating goblins, or any humanoids for that matter. Though beggars can't be choosers, and he can't afford to starve in this situation. "For the rest, I'm going to offer it now and hopefully the gnome is going to accept like with the bug meat you offered last night." In the hopes of finally securing a proper place to call home for the moment, Ed enters the altar room and places all the meat as an offering.
Ed looks towards the ceiling. "Hope that you're cool with what I'm going to do." he said to the earth spirit if it could hear him before raising his hands together. To deliver a prayer straight from his little rodent heart. "So, uh, yeah. We just saved a bunch of innocent folk from being hurt and possibly killed by bandits. That must get some plus points, right? Well, at least I think it should, but I digress. Uh, we gave you some bug meat yesterday and that did some good cause you gave my buddy Asteria a gold piece for it and allowed us to stay longer. So we got you goblin meat. And I mean a LOT of goblin meat. I'm not kidding, its a whole goblin's worth..." Ed paused, thinking of other things to say to appease the earth spirit. "This place is nice but kinda creepy, no offense intended, and-and the dirt here is really good quality...uh...plus we won't disturb the dead here. Promise. So...uh...please let us stay here longer and don't kill us in while we sleep. Amen." The ratman then did the sign of the cross out of instinct more than anything else and left the altar toom to meet back with Asteria.
"I think I did well in the offering and prayer." He told her as he sat himself down on the floor. "Now that we have a secure place to stay, let's decide on things we want to do and set some goals we can achieve. I'll start." Ed nodded and thought about the most obvious goals they both could agree on. "Firstly, we need to evolve and get stronger. Far stronger than we are now. To that end, I suggest that we train and practice our skills in the times when we aren't hunting or foraging. Secondly, we need to get more situated on where we are. We get anything that can provide us information to this place, but the most important is finding a map and a compass. Finally, we need to head to where this 'Demon King' is. For whatever reason, he brought us here and I'm almost 100% sure he can send us back. Therefore, finding and getting to him is our primary goal as of now." The ratman pauses to catch his breath before turning his head to face his companion. "So. Anything else you want to add, Asteria?"
LVL: 7 HP: Healthy SP: Rested MP: Full
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SKILLS:
Unspent Skill Points: 0 Current Skills: Monster Analysis (1.25) Magic Analysis I (1.0) Overwork (1.3) Dynamic Eye I (1.1) Rabid Fit II (2.0) Smash I (1.3) Focus I (1.0) Beast Sense II (2.75) (PASSIVE) Mental Resistance I (1.0) (PASSIVE) Alert I (1.15) (PASSIVE) Harder I (1.0) (PASSIVE) Faster I (1.05) (PASSIVE) Stronger I (1.65) (PASSIVE) Muffle II (2.275) (PASSIVE) Dexterous I (1.1) (PASSIVE) Use Light Equipment (--) (PASSIVE) __________________________________ <UNUSABLE SKILLS> SKILL PROGRESS: Material Analysis (0.5) Warcry (0.7) Tremor Sense (0.05) Telepathy (0.1) Mana Shape (0.7) Shield (0.5) Mana Shell (0.4) Soil Manipulation (0.7) Crafting (0.6) First Aid (0.1) Meditate (0.4) People Sense (0.3) Plant Analysis (0.2) Swift Swimmer (0.4) Charm (0.025) Repel (0.025) Stealth Kill (0.3) Blunt Resistance (0.1) Prehensile Tail (0.5) Mana Strike (0.6) Minor Heal (0.05) Iron Gullet (0.4) Taming (0.1) Suppress Presence (0.5) Use Medium Equipment (0.4) Inspire (0.2) Point Strike (0.3) Strengthen (0.3) Pierce Resistance (0.2) Double Skill (0.1) Deception (0.2) Lucid Dream (0.2) <UNUSABLE SKILLS>
Inventory: - Vine Belt (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped] (FULL)
Bundle of Sticks x 1
Flame touched crystals x 2
Short Cudgel (Unknown Quality) x 1
Sturdy Stick (Unknown Quality) x 1
Stone Knife (Unknown Quality) x1
- Wood Breastplate (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped] - Straw Sandal (Unknown Quality) x 2 [Equipped] - Black Dyed Robe (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped] - Battered Wooden Shield (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped] - Grass Packroll (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Dropped]
Healing Herbs x 1
Nullven Cone x 1
Flint and Striker x 1
Tainted Crystal x 1
Great Club (Unknown Quality) x 1
- Assorted Insect Parts x 1 [With Asteria] - Hobgoblin Meat x 10 lbs.
-Is soaked with blood again and is getting used to it. -Brings down all the hobgoblin parts and segregates some meat for them to use, no matter how disturbing it is to eat humanoid. -Offers the rest of the meat and makes a heartfelt prayer to the spirits. -Returns to Asteria and discusses suggested future plans and goals. -Waits if she has anything else to add.
"I know it looks like it could bring trouble, Breden, and I don't know what kind of powers this thing holds...but at least it's in our hands and not in the orcs'. Think how much worse it would be if they were the ones to discover what this thing did." Griz shakes his head side to side. Thinking about a legion of orcs sent chills down his spine, what more magically enhanced ones? "I'll give the shaman the thing when she gets back to the village. Until then, it stays with me for safekeeping."
The guard goblin looks away, irritated. He did not like the fact that Griz did this kind of stunt. It was understandable that he didn't want something that may be a powerful magical item to be in the wrong hands, but did he really have to be the one to do it?
The healer goblin quietly accepts the fact that the events of last night were done and over with, not even the gods could change that. She just hoped that whatever power this necklace had, it was worth risking another war and the lives of their future children.
"Also, Breden." Griz reaches to his broken dagger in its sheath and hands it to him. "Would you kindly give this to Kog to see if he can fix it? I'd do it myself if I was in better shape." And the fact that he's kind of afraid to face the old goblin blacksmith after what he had done to a dagger he lovingly forged like many other iron weapons he produced for the tribe's proven warriors and hunters. Bringing the broken and battered blade to him is like personally returning to an artist with one of his works torn to tatters. It simply didn't sit well with the hunter goblin.
The guard goblin and healer goblin stood there in a mix of horror and disbelief.
Griz, of all the goblins in the village, was crazy enough to not only steal from an orc but also kill one? This was like stories mothers told their children from wandering too far in the forest near the village. 'Don't go far into the woods today or you'll be in for a surprise. Don't go into the woods if you don't want to say goodbye. The orcs will snatch you up and quick and beat you to a pulp with a crooked stick. So don't go into the woods today and you better heed my advice.' Orcs were boogeymen for races like goblins. The only real difference is that orcs are real and boogeymen aren't.
"You've doomed us all! It's the Blood War all over again! You've just started another Age of Sorrows, you bloody idiot!" The guard goblin vented his frustration to the bedridden goblin, to the point that he kicked over a potted plant over. The healer goblin's eyes teared up and her heart sank at the thought. She had a good year in regards to rearing a litter; she only lost one of her children. It was hard but honest work to keep her younglings safe...and now there was a possibility of her losing them all in one fell swoop. "EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" It was not normal for Griz to let his emotions get the better of him but this was not a normal situation. "There will NOT be a second Blood War, NOR another Age of Sorrows. A fresh body that deep in the woods would be barely identifiable by this time. If the scavenger animals haven't eaten the body, surely a landshark wouldn't have given up on an easy meal." His knowledge of the orc lands was sparse but he at least knew that opportunistic scavengers would never leave a fresh body untouched.
As soon as everyone regained their composure, Griz apologized for his outburst. "Nobody else outside this hut knows about what I did. The chief and shaman deserve to know what had happened but know full well that what I did was justified." Griz grimaces as he forces himself up and limps over to the pack and pulls out the necklace with a black dragon pendant and shows it to all present. "This thing was glowing with unnatural energies when that brute gazed deep into its eyes. I'm no magic expert but I think that this pendant is why that lumbering oafish orc was unnaturally fast. Whatever this thing is, it is powerful...and it's better in our hands than in any orc's hands." He then puts away the necklace and limps back to his bed. "And by the looks of the contents, it ain't even theirs, to begin with. Probably nicked it from an adventurer they killed or something."
A random warrior goblin answered Vos as the spear-wielding goblin and the blacksmith rushed the unconscious goblin back to his hut to rest and be attended by one of the village's healers. "Griz got beaten up by something, Vos. I'm surprised to even see Griz in such a state. What in the nine hells could have even caught up to him?" the random goblin shakes his head side to side in confusion.
It was known among the village that he was one of the best archers in the village, despite his age. He would never go up against a foe one-on-one in melee...unless it was the last resort.
"Whatever Griz fought, pushed him that far. Scary." The warrior says with a hint of fear in his voice.
Griz awoke a couple of hours later. His cuts had been cleaned and healing salves applied to them, his swollen ankle and his bruised neck was wrapped with a bandage dipped in a mixture of cold water, and his torso felt significantly less painful. The spear-wielding guard smirks at the injured griz and welcomes him back to the realm of the living. "Heh. Can't say I'm not surprised myself. I thought I was going to die out there." It was then Breden burst into his hut and asked him what had happened, panic in both his voice and face. "I got into some trouble while trying to hunt for some dinner." He tried to reassure the younger goblin with a tired smile but he still needed to explain how did he manage to get the sack full of loot. "I tried to hunt a giant frog but underestimated the distance and I got thrown into the river and the current took me into the northlands. Orc territory. The sun was setting when I came to. I wandered the woods until I found a clearing and saw the stars, that was when things went to shit." Griz pauses to request the healer to pass him his water jug. The healer complies and hands over the piece of pottery to him, wherein which he takes a deep sip of water before he continued. "When I was walking south, I saw an orc trying to dig something up. Usually, I would have left him be and kept on moving. But I saw what was inside. It was full of valuables" He uses his head to gesture to the mud-encrusted burlap sack on the side of the hut. "Those kinds of things, would be worse off in those brute's hands. So I what any sane goblin would do. I rushed in and swiped it from the oaf's hands and made a run for it." Griz's eyebrows furrowed and he frowned. "I didn't expect him to have been so fast. If not for the mud that caused both of us to slip and gave me an opportunity to deal a lethal blow, I am almost sure that he would have eventually caught up with me and killed me...I limped the rest of the time back to the village. And thats where my story ends."
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.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I am Searat<br>Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.<br><br>	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.)<br><br>	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.<br><br>	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.<br></div>
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