Alrighty...I'll be here when you get back.
Stekkmen
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STATUS: Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories! 4 yrs ago
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Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories!
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5 yrs ago
Feelin' pretty fine, feelin' pretty sharp.
5 yrs ago
Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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5 yrs ago
Got to get back into the swing of the things
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5 yrs ago
In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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Bio
I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.
Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.
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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge
Word Count: 264
"Thank you, guild master." The big man said as he inhaled. He gave a nod to the others in his company as he left, mainly Linkle, Din, and the Koopa King. Giving them a half of a salute he trotted out of town.
It was a relatively short treck to Ryu, certainly nothing compared to the marches of his past. The meditating man looked like he came right out of a storybook. Approaching, Agoston was about to clear his throat when Ryu noticed him anyway. Immediately the Centurion took a liking to the man on the hill. Someone he could respect. While their paths were not identical, they both followed the path of the warrior. His seemed more spiritual and self-perpetuating. From the sounds of it, Ryu fought for the sake of fighting, while Agoston served a greater cause. Still, it was no shame on the man in white's part.
"I suppose I am. I'm always looking for a good fight." He said, smirking up the hill at Ryu, looking him and down and sizing him up. The levity left Agoston's face and he glanced down at the gladius that was a bit too small for his hands. "Perhaps not, if this is a fight to the death. Too many comrades have thrown themselves to their deaths for honor. A callous waste of blood in my opinion- a life is best spent on other things. So, is this a fight to the death or submission?" Agoston asked. He looked back up at Ryu, his eyes glinting brightly in the midday light.
GRAVEWALKER!
Count me in. Yes, please.
Count me in. Yes, please.
@Lugubrious
Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge
Word Count: 262
Agoston had been listening intently to the Guild Masters offer. There were quest to embark on, rewards to be had. Like Agoston was some kind of...common mercenary! Pouting silently in the corner as yet another individual joined them on their quest to save the entire universe, this time a white-haired elderly man in remarkable shape...hardly the most remarkable thing in the room. The scale of this conflict was hard to grasp. Each one of these individuals came from a place so alien to Agoston's own. If anyone back home believed him, the bards would have enough material to write a hundred thousand ballads.
Begrudgingly, Centurion stalked up and began silently flitting between different quest cards. One in particular caught his eye. Something he could understand, something that wasn't even really mercenary work. A travelling warrior named Ryu was looking for a fight. The Centurion had run into many types like him before. Infact, it was a common thing on his world. Most of the time, it did not result in the death of either party, but sometimes the warrior was disgraced or simply looking for extremely high stakes dueling. This Ryu wanted to give a reward, so it seemed death was off the table. That was good. Fights like this should be fun and carefree. Rematching an opponent that previously bested oneself, and then besting that warrior in return was a truly remarkable feeling.
"This Ryu," Agoston began, clearing his throat and leaning toward the guild master. "Is he nearby? I am interested in accepting his challenge." He asked.
Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge
Word Count: 262
Agoston had been listening intently to the Guild Masters offer. There were quest to embark on, rewards to be had. Like Agoston was some kind of...common mercenary! Pouting silently in the corner as yet another individual joined them on their quest to save the entire universe, this time a white-haired elderly man in remarkable shape...hardly the most remarkable thing in the room. The scale of this conflict was hard to grasp. Each one of these individuals came from a place so alien to Agoston's own. If anyone back home believed him, the bards would have enough material to write a hundred thousand ballads.
Begrudgingly, Centurion stalked up and began silently flitting between different quest cards. One in particular caught his eye. Something he could understand, something that wasn't even really mercenary work. A travelling warrior named Ryu was looking for a fight. The Centurion had run into many types like him before. Infact, it was a common thing on his world. Most of the time, it did not result in the death of either party, but sometimes the warrior was disgraced or simply looking for extremely high stakes dueling. This Ryu wanted to give a reward, so it seemed death was off the table. That was good. Fights like this should be fun and carefree. Rematching an opponent that previously bested oneself, and then besting that warrior in return was a truly remarkable feeling.
"This Ryu," Agoston began, clearing his throat and leaning toward the guild master. "Is he nearby? I am interested in accepting his challenge." He asked.
That's a good idea. I'm getting a post up soon, within the next couple of days for certain, most likely sooner.
Same. I haven't had a lot of time and I'm also not super sure what to do with my character. But I am still here.
Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 341
This meeting seemed much more copacetic than the last.
So nothing happened.
There was nothing to do in this town! He was eager to get back on the move. More over he couldn't very much relate to anyone here. Perhaps they could share stories one day, but this Galeem loomed over them and they were not safe in this town, not for long. Agoston ended up waiting in his kart for the convoy to keep moving. Princess Peach took the lead and Centurion swiftly followed suit, anxious to get back into the action. Even the karts were unnatural. But he was probably too big for a horse at this point. Still, the way they just moved along, rumbling to life, it was hard to get used too. Harmless nonetheless, he would just have to suck it up.
Glad to be back on the road Agoston hummed the lyrics of his favorite song. A simple but heartfelt ballad about a woman seeking her lost pet. What an arduos and long journey she went on, going to all different places and meeting all sorts of people. She made friends and enemies along the way. Centurion could relate to her more now than she ever could, for once he trekked miles across landscapes on his many repeated military campaigns, he always did it with a legion at his back. Now he felt like he was searching for his lost dog, out of his element and making do with what he had. Fortunately he still had mortal combat to engage in every once in a while. Far more, infact, than he did back in his world. Even though it was in shorter bursts and...surreal.
Eventually they crested a hill and Agoston took in the awe-inspiring and sweeping vista of the Land of Adventure.
"That's an adventurous land if I've ever seen one," He commented mostly to himself. "It is aptly named." He paused for a ponderous moment. A town lay ahead. Saying no more he crouched back into his kart and rumbled down the hill.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 341
This meeting seemed much more copacetic than the last.
So nothing happened.
There was nothing to do in this town! He was eager to get back on the move. More over he couldn't very much relate to anyone here. Perhaps they could share stories one day, but this Galeem loomed over them and they were not safe in this town, not for long. Agoston ended up waiting in his kart for the convoy to keep moving. Princess Peach took the lead and Centurion swiftly followed suit, anxious to get back into the action. Even the karts were unnatural. But he was probably too big for a horse at this point. Still, the way they just moved along, rumbling to life, it was hard to get used too. Harmless nonetheless, he would just have to suck it up.
Glad to be back on the road Agoston hummed the lyrics of his favorite song. A simple but heartfelt ballad about a woman seeking her lost pet. What an arduos and long journey she went on, going to all different places and meeting all sorts of people. She made friends and enemies along the way. Centurion could relate to her more now than she ever could, for once he trekked miles across landscapes on his many repeated military campaigns, he always did it with a legion at his back. Now he felt like he was searching for his lost dog, out of his element and making do with what he had. Fortunately he still had mortal combat to engage in every once in a while. Far more, infact, than he did back in his world. Even though it was in shorter bursts and...surreal.
Eventually they crested a hill and Agoston took in the awe-inspiring and sweeping vista of the Land of Adventure.
"That's an adventurous land if I've ever seen one," He commented mostly to himself. "It is aptly named." He paused for a ponderous moment. A town lay ahead. Saying no more he crouched back into his kart and rumbled down the hill.
Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 455
Earlier-@Gentlemanvaultboy
Agoston looked down at Linkle after she chastised him for swiftly eliminating Grimm. "Never give your enemy the chance to strike you first. Kicking people while they are down is the best way to make sure your kicks land true. We fight for honor, not with honor. Those foolish men and women who believed in such naive fantasies are long dead where I come from. Victory is the ultimate goal, how one gets there is irrelevant." Happy with his "advice", Agoston strode away before the young hero could say anything at the time.
Hammerhead-@thedman
Centurion was immediately suspicious of the mechanic and the town's inhabitants. Everyone else he had met thus far was under Galeem's control in one way or another. The Centurion himself had fallen under the false god's control. Were it not for the pink pillow creature named Kirby, he would probably be some sort of creepy anti-Agoston puppet, wandering the wastes right now. The armored warrior shuddered at the scale of the tremendous loss of free will. This was a wrong that must be made right!
As such, Agoston stayed on the outskirts of town, searching for any sign of trouble. The group had grown somewhat. New members were being picked up all the time. The thought of not knowing half the members of this party made Agoston uncomfortable. Normally he would be asserting some authority over those he fought with. But this was a land of great warriors from all sorts of impossible places, and the Centurion sensed he would not be able to get them in line like he could a group of common peasants. So ultimately, they were to be left to their own devices. On the other hand, it felt good to be among peers. Rarely did he ever meet a warrior of his own caliber back in the Southern Empire. If he did, usually they were a Viking, or Samurai. Hopefully this relative lack of group cohesion wouldn't be an issue. Fortunately he had never seen a group of individuals so singularly focused on a task, as much as they enjoyed dilly dallying he must admit they always came through in the end. It would take months to train peasants to be so willing to throw away their life for a greater good.
Centurion ended up hovering a distance back from where Micheal and Franklin were. Lost in his own thoughts, Centurion shook himself out of his self-reflecting stupor and perked up. It seemed the gun-toting pair had noticed an old acquaintanced of theirs. While Franklin had proven to be a valuable sharpshooter asset to the cause, he didn't exactly come quietly. Thus, the Centurion "stealhily" observed what was happening from about 50 yards away.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 455
Earlier-@Gentlemanvaultboy
Agoston looked down at Linkle after she chastised him for swiftly eliminating Grimm. "Never give your enemy the chance to strike you first. Kicking people while they are down is the best way to make sure your kicks land true. We fight for honor, not with honor. Those foolish men and women who believed in such naive fantasies are long dead where I come from. Victory is the ultimate goal, how one gets there is irrelevant." Happy with his "advice", Agoston strode away before the young hero could say anything at the time.
Hammerhead-@thedman
Centurion was immediately suspicious of the mechanic and the town's inhabitants. Everyone else he had met thus far was under Galeem's control in one way or another. The Centurion himself had fallen under the false god's control. Were it not for the pink pillow creature named Kirby, he would probably be some sort of creepy anti-Agoston puppet, wandering the wastes right now. The armored warrior shuddered at the scale of the tremendous loss of free will. This was a wrong that must be made right!
As such, Agoston stayed on the outskirts of town, searching for any sign of trouble. The group had grown somewhat. New members were being picked up all the time. The thought of not knowing half the members of this party made Agoston uncomfortable. Normally he would be asserting some authority over those he fought with. But this was a land of great warriors from all sorts of impossible places, and the Centurion sensed he would not be able to get them in line like he could a group of common peasants. So ultimately, they were to be left to their own devices. On the other hand, it felt good to be among peers. Rarely did he ever meet a warrior of his own caliber back in the Southern Empire. If he did, usually they were a Viking, or Samurai. Hopefully this relative lack of group cohesion wouldn't be an issue. Fortunately he had never seen a group of individuals so singularly focused on a task, as much as they enjoyed dilly dallying he must admit they always came through in the end. It would take months to train peasants to be so willing to throw away their life for a greater good.
Centurion ended up hovering a distance back from where Micheal and Franklin were. Lost in his own thoughts, Centurion shook himself out of his self-reflecting stupor and perked up. It seemed the gun-toting pair had noticed an old acquaintanced of theirs. While Franklin had proven to be a valuable sharpshooter asset to the cause, he didn't exactly come quietly. Thus, the Centurion "stealhily" observed what was happening from about 50 yards away.
Still here. Things were busier this weekend then expected, but I should be able to get a post up within the next couple of days.
Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: On the Road
Word Count: 265
Agoston was oblivious to any latant goodness or hesitance within Grimm. Instead he rolled to a stop and popped back up to his feet. Victory was theirs! Grimm was dead. A glorious death, if Centurion did say so himself. Cracking his neck, he threw his fist up in the air. "Victory! Well done, everyone." He slammed his fist twice on his metal breastplate, smiling brightly. He watched curiously as Princess Peach took the soul of the dead man and transformed.
"Hmm. Not exactly a royal aesthetic. Nonetheless, in times like these, we must do what it takes." The Centurion had a great deal of respect for the Princess. Few leaders he knew would join the warriors on the field of battle.
"Kamek!" Calling out, the Centurion waved at the turtle wizard as he searched the field for his discarded Drill Kart. "Thank you for that embiggening spell! It was quite the thrill." Eventually he found his lost vehicle, tipped over and covered in dirt.
With a grunt, he flipped it back onto it's wheels. "Our enemies cannot stop us. Get yourself sorted out, everyone. Grab the big one, Bowser. Or somebody. I don't care. Glory awaits!" Clambering into the kart, the weary vehicle struggled back to life and the eager Centurion began accelerating down the road at half-speed. Time was of the essence. If someonebody wanted too, they could pull alongside the Centurion and talk to him. His mind was on that of war and progress towards his ultimate goal; killing Galeem, the false god. The fate of the empire was at stake.
Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: On the Road
Word Count: 265
Agoston was oblivious to any latant goodness or hesitance within Grimm. Instead he rolled to a stop and popped back up to his feet. Victory was theirs! Grimm was dead. A glorious death, if Centurion did say so himself. Cracking his neck, he threw his fist up in the air. "Victory! Well done, everyone." He slammed his fist twice on his metal breastplate, smiling brightly. He watched curiously as Princess Peach took the soul of the dead man and transformed.
"Hmm. Not exactly a royal aesthetic. Nonetheless, in times like these, we must do what it takes." The Centurion had a great deal of respect for the Princess. Few leaders he knew would join the warriors on the field of battle.
"Kamek!" Calling out, the Centurion waved at the turtle wizard as he searched the field for his discarded Drill Kart. "Thank you for that embiggening spell! It was quite the thrill." Eventually he found his lost vehicle, tipped over and covered in dirt.
With a grunt, he flipped it back onto it's wheels. "Our enemies cannot stop us. Get yourself sorted out, everyone. Grab the big one, Bowser. Or somebody. I don't care. Glory awaits!" Clambering into the kart, the weary vehicle struggled back to life and the eager Centurion began accelerating down the road at half-speed. Time was of the essence. If someonebody wanted too, they could pull alongside the Centurion and talk to him. His mind was on that of war and progress towards his ultimate goal; killing Galeem, the false god. The fate of the empire was at stake.
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