Im ready to greatsword some fools
Party hiring checklist;
Optimism: Check
Cool name: Check
You're in by my count!
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STATUS: Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are? 7 yrs ago
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Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are?
7 yrs ago
I also bow down to you, Vox. You're still here and that's what counts!
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7 yrs ago
I bow down to you, Altered Tundra. Keep on keeping on, you legend!
7 yrs ago
I'm fighting my procrastination to try and keep my daily posts at 1.51 instead of 1.50. I didn't realise it'd be this much of a battle!
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7 yrs ago
Retail is just a cancer of the soul
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Party hiring checklist;
Optimism: Check
Cool name: Check
You're in by my count!
I've played it but never had the commitment to complete it, I'm lame like that
Two things;
a) Will this RP be entirely done on Discord?
b) I'll probably make a character who is part of @SimplyDebonair's squad, and damn proud of it too
a) Will this RP be entirely done on Discord?
b) I'll probably make a character who is part of @SimplyDebonair's squad, and damn proud of it too
The DM hates us ? Shit... An Asshat is currently alone in the forest :O I get to roll a new character...
https://youtu.be/NAlPx7ll7kA?t=10s
As Alice completed her errands she looked around the glade again. The lack of light for miles around meant the sky was more stars than blackness, and if she cared to she could have picked out many different constellations. She didn't much care to do anything other than sleep, but she noticed the gaudy-looking noble-priest man from earlier heading her way. She readied herself for conversation and cheap flattery.
He definitely looked kindly, smiling as he greeted her warmly but not loud enough to disturb any of the others. "Greetings, O fair lady!" he started. Fairer than Princess Vanya you were bemused with earlier? Alice withheld from saying her scathing remark, she didn't care much for people who were easy with compliments but also didn't want to sour any potential comrade's disposition if she didn't have to. "I don't believe we've talked to one another yet, and I was wondering if I might get to know you, perhaps learn your name if I may? I'm sure you heard my, ah, earlier statements about myself, but I've scarce heard anything about you, perhaps for distraction's sake if nothing else."
For distractions sake, ha! The only distraction she wanted right now was how to arrange her bedroll most comfortably, but she was too well trained to show anything like that. Well, maybe a little bit. "Alice Peerbane, it's nice to meet you." She gave a small curtsy, in case he was of noble descent. He shared a Vrettonian accent like her, but far less refined. The fact he'd said Lady at all showed he wasn't accustomed to court ettiquette, had he been he would have said 'Madame' if he meant the respect he tried to imply. "I am afraid I didn't hear anything about you. Forgive me if don't seem prude, but you don't seem like you're from the upper classes of Vrettonnia. And the only other faction that could afford such clothes would be religion. Are you a man of the gods?"
But even that definition didn't fit the man before her. He seemed too world-wise, and far too alert for a man of the cloth. There was certain cunning and intelligence behind those eyes as oppose to the sluggish non hostile looks preachers gave out. He lacked the weapons of a mercenary, and the discipline and physique of a trained soldier. A thief perhaps? Stolen the clothes from a traveller? A highwayman? No, he didn't look hardened enough for that. This man was an enigma, she definitely wasn't feeling mentally sluggish any more
@BCTheEntity
He definitely looked kindly, smiling as he greeted her warmly but not loud enough to disturb any of the others. "Greetings, O fair lady!" he started. Fairer than Princess Vanya you were bemused with earlier? Alice withheld from saying her scathing remark, she didn't care much for people who were easy with compliments but also didn't want to sour any potential comrade's disposition if she didn't have to. "I don't believe we've talked to one another yet, and I was wondering if I might get to know you, perhaps learn your name if I may? I'm sure you heard my, ah, earlier statements about myself, but I've scarce heard anything about you, perhaps for distraction's sake if nothing else."
For distractions sake, ha! The only distraction she wanted right now was how to arrange her bedroll most comfortably, but she was too well trained to show anything like that. Well, maybe a little bit. "Alice Peerbane, it's nice to meet you." She gave a small curtsy, in case he was of noble descent. He shared a Vrettonian accent like her, but far less refined. The fact he'd said Lady at all showed he wasn't accustomed to court ettiquette, had he been he would have said 'Madame' if he meant the respect he tried to imply. "I am afraid I didn't hear anything about you. Forgive me if don't seem prude, but you don't seem like you're from the upper classes of Vrettonnia. And the only other faction that could afford such clothes would be religion. Are you a man of the gods?"
But even that definition didn't fit the man before her. He seemed too world-wise, and far too alert for a man of the cloth. There was certain cunning and intelligence behind those eyes as oppose to the sluggish non hostile looks preachers gave out. He lacked the weapons of a mercenary, and the discipline and physique of a trained soldier. A thief perhaps? Stolen the clothes from a traveller? A highwayman? No, he didn't look hardened enough for that. This man was an enigma, she definitely wasn't feeling mentally sluggish any more
@BCTheEntity
Synopsis: Where is the plot? I can't find the plot. We've been away from the plot for so long I've no idea where it is. Oh here's some nice people trying to drag us back to the plot. Thank you nice people
Yay Ruby is here!
Friend Ruby!
I'm already in a load of RPs.....
But this is The Old Republic!
But I'm already in a load of RPs....
But this is The Old Republic!
Decisions...
But this is The Old Republic!
But I'm already in a load of RPs....
But this is The Old Republic!
Decisions...
Name: Viccus Verringtail, the Talking Rat
Appearance:
Often wears light cloths or silks if possible, but right now he is covered only in fur (which he has no problem with)
Race: Rat! Just a run of the mill, common or garden talking rat.
Class: Ha
Equipment: 1 very small backpack containing a weeks worth of cheese and cooked meats, as well as 2 gold which he can just about cram in. He also has a book strapped to his flank written in an arcane language he cannot interpret (yet)
Skills: Mr. Verringtail is extremely fluent in many tongues, and is happy to translate for any who ask. He also shares the talents of his race, like powerful smelling ability and extremely good hearing. Unlike the rest of his race he is also well trained in many different culture's etiquette, and is happy to advise on that too
Background: Viccus Verringtail was born like any other rat, but whereas most rats can only talk Rattese (of course rats can talk to each other), Viccus found himself having an affinity for learning and talking bipedal languages. Realising his studies wouldn't get very far at home, he travelled to a local sorcerer guild where they struck upon an accordance to study his abilities in exchange for teaching him languages. He became somewhat of a mascot there, as they accredited his extra intelligence to their arcane talent to the public. Unfortunately, a talking rat isn't the best image and the guild quickly went bust afterwards (though there certainly was some interested parties when it came to making their animals talk). This was enough time for Viccus to learn a decent amount, but he wants more. So he was back on the street until he happened upon an unlikely band of monsters...
Appearance:
Look at that brutal cunning behind those eyes, I wouldn't put my hand within 5 feet of him!
Often wears light cloths or silks if possible, but right now he is covered only in fur (which he has no problem with)
Race: Rat! Just a run of the mill, common or garden talking rat.
Class: Ha
Equipment: 1 very small backpack containing a weeks worth of cheese and cooked meats, as well as 2 gold which he can just about cram in. He also has a book strapped to his flank written in an arcane language he cannot interpret (yet)
Skills: Mr. Verringtail is extremely fluent in many tongues, and is happy to translate for any who ask. He also shares the talents of his race, like powerful smelling ability and extremely good hearing. Unlike the rest of his race he is also well trained in many different culture's etiquette, and is happy to advise on that too
Background: Viccus Verringtail was born like any other rat, but whereas most rats can only talk Rattese (of course rats can talk to each other), Viccus found himself having an affinity for learning and talking bipedal languages. Realising his studies wouldn't get very far at home, he travelled to a local sorcerer guild where they struck upon an accordance to study his abilities in exchange for teaching him languages. He became somewhat of a mascot there, as they accredited his extra intelligence to their arcane talent to the public. Unfortunately, a talking rat isn't the best image and the guild quickly went bust afterwards (though there certainly was some interested parties when it came to making their animals talk). This was enough time for Viccus to learn a decent amount, but he wants more. So he was back on the street until he happened upon an unlikely band of monsters...
Well I never got around to reading the IC (there's a lot of good quality stuff there!)
But if I don't make a character now I probably never will, so could someone brief me on the current shenanigans?
But if I don't make a character now I probably never will, so could someone brief me on the current shenanigans?
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