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Anything in a dress, for far too long
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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? 5 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?
5 yrs ago
I also bow down to you, Vox. You're still here and that's what counts!
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I bow down to you, Altered Tundra. Keep on keeping on, you legend!
5 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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Retail is just a cancer of the soul
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Anything in a dress, for far too long
I dunno man we all saw him looking >.>
You'd think a follower of the god of deception would be more subtle
Alice tried to bring as many of her comrades close as possible to discuss matters before entering the village.
"I think it important we decide how long we are going to stay here, and how likely it is we're being pursued by Dark Elves, and what we are going to do about it if we are."
Guessing the motivations of slavers and raiders wasn't exactly a favourite pass-time of Alice's but there were two possibilities she could imagine: The first being that the Dark Elves wouldn't waste time attacking a village while they were on the hunt or the second being that the Dark Elves were petty enough and powerful enough to reap and plunder this village just because the party had been there. Alice remembered the sly half smile of the witch who escaped back in that underground chamber, it didn't make her feel at ease.
"We need to decide if any pursuers are going to either bypass the village in pursuit of us and leave these people alone, in which case we should make our stay as short as possible to spare this place. Or if The Dark Elves would attack this place regardless, in which I believe we have a duty to stay and repel such forces"
She didn't know how efficient the Dark Elves were at tracking, nor how quickly they could assemble a party to follow, but she fancied it would take them at least a couple of days. In that time she'd have to pray to Seradwyn, god of magic, and do what rituals she could to restore her fractured arcane power. Provided they don't take my book she thought bitterly
Alice chagrined against the idea of lodgings and food being paid for, and made a mental note to pay regardless. Not only did she fear her contributions would be improportionate when compared to what she was receiving and what other more productive members of the party were receiving, but she disagreed with such things. She saw no problem with paying for services rendered and putting in the work where she could, just because she could. She didn't believe her god, Ragnarok, much cared for not paying either. She felt his fatalistic logic would dictate that all prices be paid in full, but she would have to defer to her friend and fellow worshipper Geradin's judgement on that one
When it came to the dreaded moment of handing over weapons, Alice handed over her staff first. She asked if she could keep her knife, but was willing to surrender it if need be. Her wand stayed with her, however, and it would take someone with magical talent to identify that it was a wand and not just a mundane fan. Finally she mentally justified to herself that, for all intents and purposes, she did not count her spell tome as a weapon and so she kept that well sealed in her bag. She would need it over her stay regardless.
She hoped that if she was identified as a magic user that any judges would think that she didn't need a wand as to explain it's absence. Many more powerful wizards eschewed the use of them as nigh unnecessary and risky. While she was nowhere near that powerful, she had no problem with backwater peasants perceiving her as such, especially if it served her ends.
She was surprised when the party was led to a relatively small inn. She had imagined that without the problems of expensive land or the tight confines of a city people could build such buildings as large as they wanted. But she also realised that such resources, although abundant, would be wasted since a frontier village like this probably didn't see too many travellers.
Unfortunately this meant there was only 4 rooms. She was hoping for a little and much needed privacy to unwind, not to mention focus. Still, wishful thinking was unbecoming of her, so she instead focused on who she would want to stay with. Geradin was high on the priority list, and she supposed she trusted Ursaren enough she wouldn't mind sharing a room with him.
On the other hand, Aeryn and Settionne were both big no-nos. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, per se, it's just that she knew better then to.
@Gardevoiran@POOHEAD189@Stormflyx@Mortarion@Fetzen@BCTheEntity
"I think it important we decide how long we are going to stay here, and how likely it is we're being pursued by Dark Elves, and what we are going to do about it if we are."
Guessing the motivations of slavers and raiders wasn't exactly a favourite pass-time of Alice's but there were two possibilities she could imagine: The first being that the Dark Elves wouldn't waste time attacking a village while they were on the hunt or the second being that the Dark Elves were petty enough and powerful enough to reap and plunder this village just because the party had been there. Alice remembered the sly half smile of the witch who escaped back in that underground chamber, it didn't make her feel at ease.
"We need to decide if any pursuers are going to either bypass the village in pursuit of us and leave these people alone, in which case we should make our stay as short as possible to spare this place. Or if The Dark Elves would attack this place regardless, in which I believe we have a duty to stay and repel such forces"
She didn't know how efficient the Dark Elves were at tracking, nor how quickly they could assemble a party to follow, but she fancied it would take them at least a couple of days. In that time she'd have to pray to Seradwyn, god of magic, and do what rituals she could to restore her fractured arcane power. Provided they don't take my book she thought bitterly
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Alice chagrined against the idea of lodgings and food being paid for, and made a mental note to pay regardless. Not only did she fear her contributions would be improportionate when compared to what she was receiving and what other more productive members of the party were receiving, but she disagreed with such things. She saw no problem with paying for services rendered and putting in the work where she could, just because she could. She didn't believe her god, Ragnarok, much cared for not paying either. She felt his fatalistic logic would dictate that all prices be paid in full, but she would have to defer to her friend and fellow worshipper Geradin's judgement on that one
When it came to the dreaded moment of handing over weapons, Alice handed over her staff first. She asked if she could keep her knife, but was willing to surrender it if need be. Her wand stayed with her, however, and it would take someone with magical talent to identify that it was a wand and not just a mundane fan. Finally she mentally justified to herself that, for all intents and purposes, she did not count her spell tome as a weapon and so she kept that well sealed in her bag. She would need it over her stay regardless.
She hoped that if she was identified as a magic user that any judges would think that she didn't need a wand as to explain it's absence. Many more powerful wizards eschewed the use of them as nigh unnecessary and risky. While she was nowhere near that powerful, she had no problem with backwater peasants perceiving her as such, especially if it served her ends.
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She was surprised when the party was led to a relatively small inn. She had imagined that without the problems of expensive land or the tight confines of a city people could build such buildings as large as they wanted. But she also realised that such resources, although abundant, would be wasted since a frontier village like this probably didn't see too many travellers.
Unfortunately this meant there was only 4 rooms. She was hoping for a little and much needed privacy to unwind, not to mention focus. Still, wishful thinking was unbecoming of her, so she instead focused on who she would want to stay with. Geradin was high on the priority list, and she supposed she trusted Ursaren enough she wouldn't mind sharing a room with him.
On the other hand, Aeryn and Settionne were both big no-nos. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, per se, it's just that she knew better then to.
@Gardevoiran@POOHEAD189@Stormflyx@Mortarion@Fetzen@BCTheEntity
Very shitty at the moment if I'm honest...
Alice wanted to say a thousand things to Aeryn, but her thought process just kept repeating the words "Oh no," incrementally getting louder.
Alice right now =
The overall tone had somewhat shifted from hostile to straight out suspicion. This was already better than what could have been, and everyone was at least a little relieved by that being the case. The knight seemed to embody the crowds moods perfectly, though his eyes spat a thousand hatreds. Ursaren tried to calm him a little more, and was met with an abrupt laugh which startled Alice, as she was studying him so closely and it was so unexpected.
"Theirs is a cruel, vicious, race. One that is capable of great deeds of evil, you might as well have told me that it was her own family that tried to butcher her and I wouldn't be surprised, nor would I be any more sympathetic or trusting." He spoke, she didn't have to check to know he was looking Beren in the eyes. "I know full well what they are capable of, young man, I've seen what they can do, and suffered as a result of their actions....mere words won't be enough to convince me of the trustworthiness of the Dorcha that accompanies you and your group." She found it hard to disagree with him, though she noticed his words came from a place of experience, marked by his sudden weary tone. She supposed it was probably better for everyone that he had spotted Aeryn at the gate.
Ursaren offered healing and repair making Alice realise she herself probably should have offered something more concrete than coin. I still have much to learn about the borderlands Alice remarked to herself. Thankfully such an offer was well received, though it was hard to tell from the knight's face. The man fell silent, which was good. Silence meant thinking was happening, as oppose to mindless violence.
Eventually he gave them three conditions in which they may enter the village.
One, they surrender any and all weapons. Alice was extremely unsure of how to deal with this. The quarterstaff would have to go. It was the 'any' part that she had problem with. Would anyone here be able to identify her as a wizard at sight? She could feign being a translator, or diplomat. She could hand over her hidden dagger as a gesture of good will, but her disguised wand would stay with her. And she would NEVER give up her spell tome, not after so many years. The idea of it being left in a musty stockroom, or worse being perused like some child's storybook by illiterate peasants who knew no such thing as book-care or etiquette! Her mind was whipping her into a frenzy, but her body remained calm and collected as the knight spoke the second condition
Two, the party would have to contribute towards the village's defences while they were here. Once again Alice was at a conundrum. She knew very little of fortifications. When she had been with the Dwarves it would have been hard enough even getting close to any construction, Dwarven pride not allowing a human, even as honoured as her, get close to them. Not to mention she hardly had the physique of a manual worker. She supposed she could try and cast spells on some of the walls and gates, but her knowledge of such things was extremely limited. And even if she had the power to do so normally, she most certainly didn't now, still recovering as she was. She thought long and hard as the knight went on to his next condition
Three, the party share their goal. At least this one was a bit more straightforward for Alice
Four, a member of the 'town' guard would accompany any member of the party should they decide to wander the village. This instinctively irked Alice somewhat, but she understood wholly why.
It was as she considered all of these things did she realise the knight was waiting for a reply. She spoke up "Of course, we'll take a few moments to consider the terms but they seem reasonable. May I also ask for your name, Ser knight?" she thought it probably worth asking now they were out of the woods
He replied, and his posture returned to a more casual one. She knew that this Ser Nicademus' gesture meant little more than it showed, she was betting he could draw that sword to deadly effect in an instant, but thankfully it was enough to re-assure most of the assembled militia who started to return to what they were doing beforehand.
"I understand if you are angry at me, mistrustful of me, but my actions are borne from my concern for this village. As I said before, prove me wring in my assumptions, show me that you can be trusted."
"A noble sentiment," Alice bowed her head in thanks, "We won't let you down, Ser Nicademus." True, she didn't know if he was a knight or not, but he damn well looked like one and she didn't think he would object too loudly to the title.
Everything was wrapping up neatly, until their latest addition took it upon herself to open diplomacy. Alice wanted to say a thousand things to Aeryn, but her thought process just kept repeating the words "Oh no," incrementally getting louder. She wanted to sigh. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run for cover.
What Alice did do was shoot Geradin a look. Whether that look meant "Shut her up," or "Get ready," Alice didn't know. What Alice did know was that one of her hands was firmly clutching her wand, and the other hand was in a pocket on her backpack and wrapping itself around a holy medallion of Ragnarok.
@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@Mortarion@Fetzen@Stormflyx@BCTheEntity
"Theirs is a cruel, vicious, race. One that is capable of great deeds of evil, you might as well have told me that it was her own family that tried to butcher her and I wouldn't be surprised, nor would I be any more sympathetic or trusting." He spoke, she didn't have to check to know he was looking Beren in the eyes. "I know full well what they are capable of, young man, I've seen what they can do, and suffered as a result of their actions....mere words won't be enough to convince me of the trustworthiness of the Dorcha that accompanies you and your group." She found it hard to disagree with him, though she noticed his words came from a place of experience, marked by his sudden weary tone. She supposed it was probably better for everyone that he had spotted Aeryn at the gate.
Ursaren offered healing and repair making Alice realise she herself probably should have offered something more concrete than coin. I still have much to learn about the borderlands Alice remarked to herself. Thankfully such an offer was well received, though it was hard to tell from the knight's face. The man fell silent, which was good. Silence meant thinking was happening, as oppose to mindless violence.
Eventually he gave them three conditions in which they may enter the village.
One, they surrender any and all weapons. Alice was extremely unsure of how to deal with this. The quarterstaff would have to go. It was the 'any' part that she had problem with. Would anyone here be able to identify her as a wizard at sight? She could feign being a translator, or diplomat. She could hand over her hidden dagger as a gesture of good will, but her disguised wand would stay with her. And she would NEVER give up her spell tome, not after so many years. The idea of it being left in a musty stockroom, or worse being perused like some child's storybook by illiterate peasants who knew no such thing as book-care or etiquette! Her mind was whipping her into a frenzy, but her body remained calm and collected as the knight spoke the second condition
Two, the party would have to contribute towards the village's defences while they were here. Once again Alice was at a conundrum. She knew very little of fortifications. When she had been with the Dwarves it would have been hard enough even getting close to any construction, Dwarven pride not allowing a human, even as honoured as her, get close to them. Not to mention she hardly had the physique of a manual worker. She supposed she could try and cast spells on some of the walls and gates, but her knowledge of such things was extremely limited. And even if she had the power to do so normally, she most certainly didn't now, still recovering as she was. She thought long and hard as the knight went on to his next condition
Three, the party share their goal. At least this one was a bit more straightforward for Alice
Four, a member of the 'town' guard would accompany any member of the party should they decide to wander the village. This instinctively irked Alice somewhat, but she understood wholly why.
It was as she considered all of these things did she realise the knight was waiting for a reply. She spoke up "Of course, we'll take a few moments to consider the terms but they seem reasonable. May I also ask for your name, Ser knight?" she thought it probably worth asking now they were out of the woods
He replied, and his posture returned to a more casual one. She knew that this Ser Nicademus' gesture meant little more than it showed, she was betting he could draw that sword to deadly effect in an instant, but thankfully it was enough to re-assure most of the assembled militia who started to return to what they were doing beforehand.
"I understand if you are angry at me, mistrustful of me, but my actions are borne from my concern for this village. As I said before, prove me wring in my assumptions, show me that you can be trusted."
"A noble sentiment," Alice bowed her head in thanks, "We won't let you down, Ser Nicademus." True, she didn't know if he was a knight or not, but he damn well looked like one and she didn't think he would object too loudly to the title.
Everything was wrapping up neatly, until their latest addition took it upon herself to open diplomacy. Alice wanted to say a thousand things to Aeryn, but her thought process just kept repeating the words "Oh no," incrementally getting louder. She wanted to sigh. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run for cover.
What Alice did do was shoot Geradin a look. Whether that look meant "Shut her up," or "Get ready," Alice didn't know. What Alice did know was that one of her hands was firmly clutching her wand, and the other hand was in a pocket on her backpack and wrapping itself around a holy medallion of Ragnarok.
@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@Mortarion@Fetzen@Stormflyx@BCTheEntity
Ohhh boy, Aeryn definitively hit a nerve with her own little diatribe. I kinda wanna post again since Nicademus wouldn't take that quietly.
Don't let your dreams be dreams! I don't know how @POOHEAD189 feels about it, but I think that's an awesome idea
Edit: For some reason I totally mentally blanked the last post... Derp. I didn't realise there was another page of messages
So, to summarise where my post is, I was super busy yesterday and had a bad day today. Roll on tomorrow!
@Mortarion
a) Once again, great post!
b) In my post, which is basically done now, I was going to have Alice ask your characters name. Can I just go on the assumption he'd give it so we can progress faster, or would you rather leave that to another post of yours?
a) Once again, great post!
b) In my post, which is basically done now, I was going to have Alice ask your characters name. Can I just go on the assumption he'd give it so we can progress faster, or would you rather leave that to another post of yours?
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And I already got in mind an idea for what my psot will be about, I just have some things I need to wrap up and I'll get the post up asap.
Awesome, I'm glad you didn't take that badly, as you've noticed it totally wasn't my intention to be rude. It's great to have you on board
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