@SantosGabriel77 Ummm.... It's a bit odd that you've listed swordsmanship as the only melee option, and racial bonuses only give bonus to one-handed
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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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On one hand I know I shouldn't sign up for this because I'm busy with stuff...
But I'd love to do an Elder Scrolls RP, and I also really want to learn the rule based RPs of this site, since I've never played a dice based game here before :)
It's also nice to see plenty of ideas being thrown around in the interest check, so well done everyone!
But I'd love to do an Elder Scrolls RP, and I also really want to learn the rule based RPs of this site, since I've never played a dice based game here before :)
It's also nice to see plenty of ideas being thrown around in the interest check, so well done everyone!
MERRY WHATEVER THE HECK YOU CELEBRATE-MAS EVERYONE!!!
"Why, Settione is there, friend Alice." The Lizardman declared, pointing Sett's way as the pair of them entered the room. She wondered why he had waited for them, instead of running back with news that this was a dead end. More curious was the spectacle in the room here, but now wasn't the time to discuss it.
The three of them rejoined the group and hustled onwards. Slowly as the tunnels flew by the heat faded, until the party reached a junction. Time to rest according to Geradin, though none of the party looked too worn from the encounter.
"I know it might sound a tad surprising, but I'd be very grateful if someone could take a look at by back. It... doesn't feel well down there." An-Hasst announced, sitting himself down. Even by diminishing his stature like this he was still taller than Alice, and as he shed his wrappings he revealed he was probably wider than her about twice over just in muscle. She manuevered her mage-light around the back of him, though Ursaren was already there tending to the injury.
Alice was no medic, but the wound looked nasty. She was shocked that the bleeding had staunched despite the shifting they had been doing to get this far. "I might have some salt, I can heat up some water quickly and we can clean the wound-" she started, before she noticed and then felt that Ursaren was weaving his own spells into the flesh. Before she could even return to her line of thought the flesh had flowed back over itself, moulding as if new. Age hadn't affected the old mans wits apparently. "I'm mending it back. If you feel any pain, it's working," he said before staring glumly into the distance. Could work on his bedside manner though, she'd been tended by Dwarves less surly than that.
Alice retrieved the half-giant's cloak and lay it over his shoulders, reaching up to do so. "Let me help you. It is best not to test new skin like that until you must." she had seen a little healing magic in her time, but that sounded right. She hoped that his inner warrior pride could survive the indigence of letting a small Vrettonnian woman like herself clothe him for his own sake. She might just despair if he shared the same stubbornness she was getting tired of amongst people she was trying to help.
"Do you recognise where we are at all, Geradin?" she held out a faint hope as she called over. "Maybe if we could find a sign or landmark we might know where best to go next." The only other option they had over then nigh aimless wandering was to ask one of their number to pray for guidance, which she didn't fancy trying just yet. The lower you got in the world the less likely it was your pleas would reach benign ears...
The three of them rejoined the group and hustled onwards. Slowly as the tunnels flew by the heat faded, until the party reached a junction. Time to rest according to Geradin, though none of the party looked too worn from the encounter.
"I know it might sound a tad surprising, but I'd be very grateful if someone could take a look at by back. It... doesn't feel well down there." An-Hasst announced, sitting himself down. Even by diminishing his stature like this he was still taller than Alice, and as he shed his wrappings he revealed he was probably wider than her about twice over just in muscle. She manuevered her mage-light around the back of him, though Ursaren was already there tending to the injury.
Alice was no medic, but the wound looked nasty. She was shocked that the bleeding had staunched despite the shifting they had been doing to get this far. "I might have some salt, I can heat up some water quickly and we can clean the wound-" she started, before she noticed and then felt that Ursaren was weaving his own spells into the flesh. Before she could even return to her line of thought the flesh had flowed back over itself, moulding as if new. Age hadn't affected the old mans wits apparently. "I'm mending it back. If you feel any pain, it's working," he said before staring glumly into the distance. Could work on his bedside manner though, she'd been tended by Dwarves less surly than that.
Alice retrieved the half-giant's cloak and lay it over his shoulders, reaching up to do so. "Let me help you. It is best not to test new skin like that until you must." she had seen a little healing magic in her time, but that sounded right. She hoped that his inner warrior pride could survive the indigence of letting a small Vrettonnian woman like herself clothe him for his own sake. She might just despair if he shared the same stubbornness she was getting tired of amongst people she was trying to help.
"Do you recognise where we are at all, Geradin?" she held out a faint hope as she called over. "Maybe if we could find a sign or landmark we might know where best to go next." The only other option they had over then nigh aimless wandering was to ask one of their number to pray for guidance, which she didn't fancy trying just yet. The lower you got in the world the less likely it was your pleas would reach benign ears...
Woah, I've been lurking here for 2 months now...
Oh wow, time flies!
It's Christmas again, the excitement that is for the working world (I'm in retail so just hang me at this point)
find it incredibly amusing we've got a hardcore dungeoneer who relies on knowledge and experience to survive aka alliana nad a the gods decide everything zealot in the face of Kiera xD
It's worked well enough for her so far, she ain't going to fix what ain't broke
"This tunnel won't collapse on us until out business is done at least, the gods would not allow it. Evil or good." it was blasphemy to pretend to understand the will of the gods, but it wasn't like Kiera not to speak what she believed. "Though it is probably best not to test it, and let's pray they don't have any more grenades of their own."
" You've got spare torch... can you light another one and throw it into the darkness ahead? I've got a really bad feeling for some reason." the half-breed said to Ser Arthur. Kiera couldn't fathom as to why, they would be heading that way anyway and any possible trap would be revealed by the light of truth all followers of Borealis bore.
"We do not have time to dally with tricks like that, we will have to remain alert on our advance but we cannot stay here. Let us hope that out fears are unfounded and that the goblin traps are as obvious and easy to dispatch as they were." enough time had been wasted treating a relatively superficial wound. It was better to be safe then sorry in places like this, but having to stop for such an injury might make them safe and sorry. Kiera had every respect for the minor gods of mercy, but she doubted their power here. Here was a place of might and testing
" You've got spare torch... can you light another one and throw it into the darkness ahead? I've got a really bad feeling for some reason." the half-breed said to Ser Arthur. Kiera couldn't fathom as to why, they would be heading that way anyway and any possible trap would be revealed by the light of truth all followers of Borealis bore.
"We do not have time to dally with tricks like that, we will have to remain alert on our advance but we cannot stay here. Let us hope that out fears are unfounded and that the goblin traps are as obvious and easy to dispatch as they were." enough time had been wasted treating a relatively superficial wound. It was better to be safe then sorry in places like this, but having to stop for such an injury might make them safe and sorry. Kiera had every respect for the minor gods of mercy, but she doubted their power here. Here was a place of might and testing
I'll post tomorrow!
I don't know what I did to deserve you guys
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