@Aerith of Brae Well, the GM has spoken guys.
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@Ollumhammersong I mean, it's just a suggestion. Of course it's all up to the GM. But I'm just spitballing ideas here. I mean some RP kinda of run by themselves, so to speak, with GM input here in there. But I just like seeing everybody happy, despite my asshole char, so I'm just trying to find a solution that everyone likes.
Although like I said, all up to GM lady
Although like I said, all up to GM lady
@Ollumhammersong Well... We could have a group that goes at a slower pace and one that goes at a faster pace? I know how a job and a life is sometimes, although I can't say I have one because I'm applying for a new one as we speak.
But anyways, you could be in a group with people who go at a slower pace. It wouldn't ruin the overall plot, as I'm sure both parties would have different sub plots. And when major events happen we'll just have to elongate them to make them include everyone.
Does THAT make everyone a happy camper?
But anyways, you could be in a group with people who go at a slower pace. It wouldn't ruin the overall plot, as I'm sure both parties would have different sub plots. And when major events happen we'll just have to elongate them to make them include everyone.
Does THAT make everyone a happy camper?
@Grnmachine I think that's more or less of what she meant, not like a literal order. Just putting some order to the chaos. Maybe when the cluster fuck goes away and we possibly break up into groups, it'll get better.
Well maybe not a posting order, but maybe a posting check. Like, you have to wait until at least most of the people in the conversation/group has posted. Like, just judge it on a situational basis. To prevent spamming and cluster fucks. Not like an order of "Okay you go, then you go, then you go." So it works at a smooth pace.
Does that seem reasonable?
Does that seem reasonable?
@Ollumhammersong I think I have to apologize for that as well. I mostly tried to divert my character away from the cluster fuck to avoid such things. I would like a posting order too. Trust me, even if you were in it, answering three different people and holding 5 conversations at the same time was a hassle to try to remember. Constantly looking back at posts and character sheets. I feel your pain my dwarf companion.
@Grnmachine I didn't quite get that in time, I actually addressed your character. Well, I'm sure he didn't really care what he said at that point.
Just a warning, none of that is meant to be personal. Simply just playing the character. Although if it's too harsh just let me know.
Just a warning, none of that is meant to be personal. Simply just playing the character. Although if it's too harsh just let me know.
Oh for fuck's sake...
It was like there was some sort of cluster fuck palooza that he wasn't invited to. There was already a bunch of people when he first got there. Four including himself. That was reasonable. He showed his dominance, made sure nobody messed with him, and he went to go take a nap. He would look around in the morning and search for whatever the spirits had been leading him to. It was a great plan.
But apparently the asshole patrol came out in full force in what was supposed to be the deserted woods. He knew before they came that they were coming, the spirits around would not stop bugging him about the approaching individuals. The short man on a pony was coming, however slow that the short legs would take him. He didn't seem much of a threat, maybe a lost midget dwarf type person. Strange, but alright.
Now this asshole centaur came galloping his happy ass over, decided to be an absolute dick and just treat everybody like they were beneath him besides the attractive looking elf. Why did everybody like her so much? Even he didn't feel as hostile as usual towards her, yet, although their strong-willed personalities were sure to collide. But this half horse half man son of a bitch interrupts his nap, mistakes him for a barbaric human, and completely ignores him?
Oh but no, oh no it wasn't over. Some voice was calling from the shadows, over in a tree not far away. From what the spirits told him he was over there, holding a bow, some kind of half-elf half breed abomination that decided to make fun of their lack of stealth. He seemed to be the only one needing to hide, as Cedran could easily break him in half. The fact of the matter is, Cedran was scared of nobody and did not need to hide.
And finally, some teenager simply walked up to their group, strolling along, coming up to the younger human girl like he was hey boyfriend. Jesus Christ he couldn't take this. Too many people. Too many people talking. Too many weapons pointed at him. There was so much ignorance and not enough IQ points around him. That was it.
Cedran slowly rose, his skin melting into a much darker shade, a tint of red as jet black wings grew on his back and flexed outwards before folding on his back. His black hair grew longer, tougher, also tinted with slight red. His eyes glowed a fire red. It seemed like he grew slightly as well, a much more scary and intimidating figure, this was the true look of a demon. He stood directly in front of the centaur, looking down upon him in disgust as his low booming voice echoed.
"How dare you look down upon me and call me some worthless human scum, halfbreed. It's quite funny how you try to impose with your shield and spear, acting like you own this forest. Telling me I have little chance to leave. You should address me first you worthless creature, and if you beg for your life you have a little chance of keeping it. If you hate humans so much, I should do you a favor and rip your human half off of your patethetic horse half. Or maybe you'll run, take your little aquestrian hide away from death. But first, get your toy out of my face."
Cedric pushed the centaurs spear tip away from him, roughly brushing past the centaur as if he was a lowly servant to a king. He directed his focus to where the voice in the woods was coming from, looking up towards it.
"And you, you seem to be a pathetic half breed as well. Who gives a fuck why any of us are here, it certainly is not your business. And you would be a fool to rob anybody here. The reason I choose not to hide is because I do not fear, I do not need to hide from anything. Like a man I take any challenge and laugh in it's face. But you are the one who needs to hide in the shadows, for you are frail and I could crush you under my boot. Go ahead, shoot me with a bow if you like. It will be the last thing you do. The only people who hide in trees any point there bows at people out of fear are cowardice half-breed bitches like yourself. A spineless bitch."
Cedran made his way away from the camp, venturing deeper into the ruins, looking for a place as far away from this place as he could. He could not deal with such stupidity. He did not want to senselessly murder people, and he would much rather take a nap somewhere. Going from missing the sight of people to not standing the sight of them. Maybe he should carry this out alone, people always seemed to drag him down.
"I will not associate myself with such lack of worth. The majority of you are imbeciles. You all can have your nice gathering, kill each other for all I care. I attend on finding peace and quiet before I decide to start rolling heads."
And with that, Cedran made his way further into the ruins, glad to be gone of that whole mess. A few of them, especially the more reasonable ones, he could handle. But he needed to get out of there before he started trying to murder people. Truth be told, he tried not to kill people for little reason. He wasn't that angry. Yet. Senseless slaughter only made him the monster that people claimed demons to be. He was a monster. And trying to change that was proving to be more difficult each passing day.
It was like there was some sort of cluster fuck palooza that he wasn't invited to. There was already a bunch of people when he first got there. Four including himself. That was reasonable. He showed his dominance, made sure nobody messed with him, and he went to go take a nap. He would look around in the morning and search for whatever the spirits had been leading him to. It was a great plan.
But apparently the asshole patrol came out in full force in what was supposed to be the deserted woods. He knew before they came that they were coming, the spirits around would not stop bugging him about the approaching individuals. The short man on a pony was coming, however slow that the short legs would take him. He didn't seem much of a threat, maybe a lost midget dwarf type person. Strange, but alright.
Now this asshole centaur came galloping his happy ass over, decided to be an absolute dick and just treat everybody like they were beneath him besides the attractive looking elf. Why did everybody like her so much? Even he didn't feel as hostile as usual towards her, yet, although their strong-willed personalities were sure to collide. But this half horse half man son of a bitch interrupts his nap, mistakes him for a barbaric human, and completely ignores him?
Oh but no, oh no it wasn't over. Some voice was calling from the shadows, over in a tree not far away. From what the spirits told him he was over there, holding a bow, some kind of half-elf half breed abomination that decided to make fun of their lack of stealth. He seemed to be the only one needing to hide, as Cedran could easily break him in half. The fact of the matter is, Cedran was scared of nobody and did not need to hide.
And finally, some teenager simply walked up to their group, strolling along, coming up to the younger human girl like he was hey boyfriend. Jesus Christ he couldn't take this. Too many people. Too many people talking. Too many weapons pointed at him. There was so much ignorance and not enough IQ points around him. That was it.
Cedran slowly rose, his skin melting into a much darker shade, a tint of red as jet black wings grew on his back and flexed outwards before folding on his back. His black hair grew longer, tougher, also tinted with slight red. His eyes glowed a fire red. It seemed like he grew slightly as well, a much more scary and intimidating figure, this was the true look of a demon. He stood directly in front of the centaur, looking down upon him in disgust as his low booming voice echoed.
"How dare you look down upon me and call me some worthless human scum, halfbreed. It's quite funny how you try to impose with your shield and spear, acting like you own this forest. Telling me I have little chance to leave. You should address me first you worthless creature, and if you beg for your life you have a little chance of keeping it. If you hate humans so much, I should do you a favor and rip your human half off of your patethetic horse half. Or maybe you'll run, take your little aquestrian hide away from death. But first, get your toy out of my face."
Cedric pushed the centaurs spear tip away from him, roughly brushing past the centaur as if he was a lowly servant to a king. He directed his focus to where the voice in the woods was coming from, looking up towards it.
"And you, you seem to be a pathetic half breed as well. Who gives a fuck why any of us are here, it certainly is not your business. And you would be a fool to rob anybody here. The reason I choose not to hide is because I do not fear, I do not need to hide from anything. Like a man I take any challenge and laugh in it's face. But you are the one who needs to hide in the shadows, for you are frail and I could crush you under my boot. Go ahead, shoot me with a bow if you like. It will be the last thing you do. The only people who hide in trees any point there bows at people out of fear are cowardice half-breed bitches like yourself. A spineless bitch."
Cedran made his way away from the camp, venturing deeper into the ruins, looking for a place as far away from this place as he could. He could not deal with such stupidity. He did not want to senselessly murder people, and he would much rather take a nap somewhere. Going from missing the sight of people to not standing the sight of them. Maybe he should carry this out alone, people always seemed to drag him down.
"I will not associate myself with such lack of worth. The majority of you are imbeciles. You all can have your nice gathering, kill each other for all I care. I attend on finding peace and quiet before I decide to start rolling heads."
And with that, Cedran made his way further into the ruins, glad to be gone of that whole mess. A few of them, especially the more reasonable ones, he could handle. But he needed to get out of there before he started trying to murder people. Truth be told, he tried not to kill people for little reason. He wasn't that angry. Yet. Senseless slaughter only made him the monster that people claimed demons to be. He was a monster. And trying to change that was proving to be more difficult each passing day.
Posting when I get the grass done
Everybody is talking, much chaos. Head hurts. I shall fix.
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