Noted. Will edit in a writing prompt for Goose.
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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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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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HP:126/160 | MP: 168/168 | SP: 156/176
The pain was slowly ebbed away from his senses after eating the herb. Raime was unsure if it was the effect of the herb to numb the pain or it was just his brain getting used to the pain he was in. Maybe it was a little of both? Regardless, he stopped writhing in pain and finally managed to get on his knees. Only for him to see the frogman martial artist make short work of his friends. It was made clear that fighting this thing wasn't a fight. Not at all. It was a one-sided battle. Every desperate attack they tried to use against him was ineffective, or even used against them. Not even the spear did anything significant. Only managing to just barely cut its slimy skin to make it bleed.
If nothing changed in the next few minutes, they'd all be dead.
Raime shut his eyes and accepted what needed to be done to even give his friends a chance at attaining victory.
"I have no other options." He muttered to himself, steeling his will for what he was about to do for the sake of that chance. He was the fastest among all his party mates. He would go as far as to even compare his speed to that of a mid-range sports car. He positioned himself to a runner's set position. He was far enough for him to reach his maximum speed by the halfway point between him and the boss monster. He'd seen the devastation wrought upon high-speed impacts from the news and the internet. His body trembled as he could only imagine the hellish pain he was going to force himself to endure. In the end, it was all he could hope for. But if pain was the price to pay to give them any hope of defeating this monster, he will pay it in full.
He dug deep. Glaring at his target before launching himself forward at breakneck speeds in a fraction of a second. It did not take long for the ranger to reach his maximum speed beelining towards the monster. This was their one-shot to victory and, if fate allowed it, Raime would be their infallible spear that will pierce the very heavens itself if need be.
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Can I still recycle Goose for this one?
Can I still recycle Goose for this one?
HP:126/160 | MP: 168/168 | SP: 166/176
Everything hurt. He wanted to puke his guts out. The world was blurry. And this incessant ringing in his ears drowned out everything else.
Was this what dying felt like? Huh.
Raime couldn't do anything but writhe and bleed on the grass whispering a seemingly unending litany of curses both in English and Spanish. To be expected from someone with no prior experience to the pain brought by being ragdolled across the area by an explosion rivaling that of a high explosive howitzer shell. Made even more grueling as he was experiencing ALL of it in his [Zoned In] state. But as his mind was muddled by the amount of suffering he was in, all he managed to do was lift up a hand and flip off the froggy martial artist. "Puta." Before resuming to writhe and bleed some more.
Reaching into his pouch he grabs a [White Herb] and proceeds to ingest the thing. Hoping that it would help alleviate the pain.
Coolio
The stranger glanced at the offerings Eastern offered to travelers and residents alike. Numerous gambling halls that have surely claimed many well-earned salaries of both men and women who dreamed to strike it rich. Bordellos and other houses of ill repute were scattered few and far in between the halls, enticing those who saught more carnal pleasures in their life rather than the thrill gambling provided. Shops that sold souvenirs and the like were soon present, though it boggled the ranger's brain why would anyone want a reminder of this cruel parody of a city.
Then again, he can say the same for a good chunk of the frontier towns he'd been to in Arizona and Texas. Hell, there were a couple towns worse than Paladros.
Regardless, gambling, sex, and useless trinkets were the farthest things he needed right now. A number of orphans would soon trail them. Likely begging for coins for food. The ranger may have been one mean looking motherfucker but he had a soft spot for kids and downtrodden folk. While keeping on Fera's figurative tail, the ranger subtly untied a pouch from his belt and let it fall to the cobblestone road. Allowing the orphans to pick up the pouch that contained 4 silver pieces just before a scuffle between two homeless men scared them off. He would have interfered but, as Giligan reminded him earlier, this ain't no place for no hero. Paladros was no place for better men. Stopping a fight among bums would have attracted attention that he didn't need on him. So with a defeated sigh, he simply ignored the altercation.
It didn't take long for them to reach the end of the trail. They had wound up in an abandoned Harbor that seemed as equally, if not more, rundown than the ghettos they passed by earlier. He'd have focused on the belltower and immediately tried to figure out where the entrance was and how they were going to infiltrate it. His musings would be soon cut off by a ratty-looking orc, seemingly drunk out of his mind, asking if they were tourists and if they were interested in asking questions. The ranger simply stared at the orc while whispering to his companions. "Guy is either a scammer, a lookout for the daughters, or both. Be careful what you say or ask from him."
Then again, he can say the same for a good chunk of the frontier towns he'd been to in Arizona and Texas. Hell, there were a couple towns worse than Paladros.
Regardless, gambling, sex, and useless trinkets were the farthest things he needed right now. A number of orphans would soon trail them. Likely begging for coins for food. The ranger may have been one mean looking motherfucker but he had a soft spot for kids and downtrodden folk. While keeping on Fera's figurative tail, the ranger subtly untied a pouch from his belt and let it fall to the cobblestone road. Allowing the orphans to pick up the pouch that contained 4 silver pieces just before a scuffle between two homeless men scared them off. He would have interfered but, as Giligan reminded him earlier, this ain't no place for no hero. Paladros was no place for better men. Stopping a fight among bums would have attracted attention that he didn't need on him. So with a defeated sigh, he simply ignored the altercation.
It didn't take long for them to reach the end of the trail. They had wound up in an abandoned Harbor that seemed as equally, if not more, rundown than the ghettos they passed by earlier. He'd have focused on the belltower and immediately tried to figure out where the entrance was and how they were going to infiltrate it. His musings would be soon cut off by a ratty-looking orc, seemingly drunk out of his mind, asking if they were tourists and if they were interested in asking questions. The ranger simply stared at the orc while whispering to his companions. "Guy is either a scammer, a lookout for the daughters, or both. Be careful what you say or ask from him."
Once they managed to enter the village, the worry left the older goblin. "Thank the Nature Spirits that we didn't encounter anything." He finished with a relieved chuckle. Ashe had been awfully quiet the way back, likely thinking of things that would only confuse Breden and him if she were to share. None the less, the smell of the smoked deer meat signaled to them that they were near his hut. "All that experience worked up quite an appetite in me. Sure hope that I don't eat my half in one sitting." It was an exaggeration but he was really hungry and it wouldn't surprise him if he ate more than he expected that night.
HP:160/160 | MP: 168/168 | SP: 176/176
Raime's eyes widened as the frogman not only dodged the quarrel of bolts. He even managed to utilize it against them! He can only wince as the bolt was thrown back straight into Amulak's outstretched arm. This wasn't a unique mook, this was a boss outright judging by how easily it dealt with multiple attackers in one instance. Twelve dozen thoughts went in and out of his mind as he tried to formulate another approach to the encounter when something large suddenly blocked his sun. Raime's eyes darted upward to see the massive frogman with his fist apparently igniting from whatever technique the froggy martial artist was employing in the strike. There wasn't even a second for him to think about anything else as he lept sidelong from the attack.
"Duly noted, Mr. Giligan." The stranger says with a slightly reluctant tone.
The dwarf barkeep's warning and advice was just another reminder that he was no longer in Arizona. The star he so proudly displayed on his breastplate was nothing more than a little decorative piece to his armor to folk here. Operating in new territory was always difficult, never was easy to begin with, and he doesn't like to admit that he was wrong...but he knew Giligan was spitting facts. He can't just go play the lawman and be bullheaded about it without attracting the wrong kind of attention and, unlike Arizona, there weren't any other rangers he can call to if things go sideways. If he kept on this path, it'll only lead him to a shallow unmarked grave somewhere in Paladros. Worse, get Giligan's daughter killed in the process.
It was around this time that he noticed that the wildling had stuck her head into the pile of clothes. The girl's action caused one of the stranger's unseen eyebrows to rise up in confusion. What in the 9 hells was the girl doing? he thought to himself just as Fera moved away from the pile of clothes and took tentative sniffs with her nose up in the air. "Well, I'll be damned. Girl's part bloodhound." He says incredulously.
The dwarf barkeep's warning and advice was just another reminder that he was no longer in Arizona. The star he so proudly displayed on his breastplate was nothing more than a little decorative piece to his armor to folk here. Operating in new territory was always difficult, never was easy to begin with, and he doesn't like to admit that he was wrong...but he knew Giligan was spitting facts. He can't just go play the lawman and be bullheaded about it without attracting the wrong kind of attention and, unlike Arizona, there weren't any other rangers he can call to if things go sideways. If he kept on this path, it'll only lead him to a shallow unmarked grave somewhere in Paladros. Worse, get Giligan's daughter killed in the process.
It was around this time that he noticed that the wildling had stuck her head into the pile of clothes. The girl's action caused one of the stranger's unseen eyebrows to rise up in confusion. What in the 9 hells was the girl doing? he thought to himself just as Fera moved away from the pile of clothes and took tentative sniffs with her nose up in the air. "Well, I'll be damned. Girl's part bloodhound." He says incredulously.
"That would be nice, Ms. Lei." He replies with a polite tone before he paid more attention to the information shared by the bard and the scaled woman that sat in between them. Nodding his head quietly in understanding. Let the women talk when they locate the den and hold off the violence until they are sure they've secured the girl. Giligan would then go answer Lei's question regarding the girl's appearance. Rather a strange appearance for a dwarf...if Sandy was a dwarf. The girl was trained in the starforge and is wearing armor has a sun or star motif. The family axe was a cross between a proper battleaxe and a warhammer by the barkeep's description, meaning it was one of a kind and a giveaway to Sandy.
The stranger had stood up and was about to turn away when Giligan began laying down gold coins and explaining that it was an advance payment, followed by the explanation of the effect of screwing him over and where would be the best place to gather info from. "I don't need my share." He announced. He wasn't here for the money, of course. He was here for information. And it seemed that he wouldn't be getting any of it until the job is done.
No matter. He was a patient man.
The ranger from Arizona towered over the cowering man. He hadn't laid a finger on the man but he was considering it. The crier was wearing his patience thin. "I'll only say it one more time." He shows the cowering man the chip once again. "Which den uses this chip?" The crier got up and dusted himself off, before glancing side to side and speaking. "Whoa whoa, calm down. I'm just trying to do my job here. That chip looks fake as fuck. A real poker chip is supposed to have ridges, made of copper or some sort of metal. The spider should be carved too, not painted. Anyways that looks like it's from the Daughters of Chaos. They're a Cult Casino underneath the old bell tower. They're dangerous and the Daughters can even gamble with your very soul, but you can win power from them if you can survive their games. Which is probably why they have so many fanatics in their ranks. Watch yourself down there." Satisfied with the answer, the man stepped back from the crier and tossed him 10 gold pieces. "This conversation never happened, understood?" The crier nodded vigorously as the ranger walked back to his companions to share the information he had gathered.
The stranger had stood up and was about to turn away when Giligan began laying down gold coins and explaining that it was an advance payment, followed by the explanation of the effect of screwing him over and where would be the best place to gather info from. "I don't need my share." He announced. He wasn't here for the money, of course. He was here for information. And it seemed that he wouldn't be getting any of it until the job is done.
No matter. He was a patient man.
The ranger from Arizona towered over the cowering man. He hadn't laid a finger on the man but he was considering it. The crier was wearing his patience thin. "I'll only say it one more time." He shows the cowering man the chip once again. "Which den uses this chip?" The crier got up and dusted himself off, before glancing side to side and speaking. "Whoa whoa, calm down. I'm just trying to do my job here. That chip looks fake as fuck. A real poker chip is supposed to have ridges, made of copper or some sort of metal. The spider should be carved too, not painted. Anyways that looks like it's from the Daughters of Chaos. They're a Cult Casino underneath the old bell tower. They're dangerous and the Daughters can even gamble with your very soul, but you can win power from them if you can survive their games. Which is probably why they have so many fanatics in their ranks. Watch yourself down there." Satisfied with the answer, the man stepped back from the crier and tossed him 10 gold pieces. "This conversation never happened, understood?" The crier nodded vigorously as the ranger walked back to his companions to share the information he had gathered.
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