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3 days ago
Current "When religion stops talking about animals it will be all downhill."
13 days ago
I shall not commit the fashionable stupidity of regarding everything I cannot explain as a fraud.
20 days ago
Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
1 mo ago
Intuition does not denote something contrary to reason, but something outside of the province of reason.
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2 mos ago
Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?


The Harbinger of Ferocity

Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those characters whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is that which convicts and controls my works - my writing; the force and guidance in which I gain creativity from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort and there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom I draw from. No others captivate and motivate my talent as the greatest of cats do.

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There are times I consider returning to the educational system to try to rectify things I saw wrong in it and hopefully impart some sort of actual wisdom, discipline, or knowledge in students and with expertise as an instructor. I then remind myself I sacrificed years of my life to everyone else to pursue the one thing I love and have only just now been afforded the opportunity to go down that road untraveled. After all, who wouldn't want to work with felines rather than people? At least you know why they are ornery.
Since I have Brannor awaiting who ever will come to meet him and Torus for their escape, or just the druid leading on, there is still little more I can do. At this point since we have hit nightfall, now is the time to put whatever plan there is into action and finally, at last, see ourselves out of this camp. Hopefully, and I do say that with purpose, with the monk we were looking for in tow. I would rather not go on another rescue mission.
Just before the onset of darkness, the old magician played his hand by appearing once more in the shape of a cat, whose hoarse cries and subtle meows eventually coaxed the ferine one to pay heed to the bird above once more; it confirmed what was suspect in the man's mind, that no animal here would dare to or about him without some sort of purpose. The entire camp was functional, utterly indifferent to any elements of the world outside or within it. So much so that they seemed to be, like the captives themselves, tools to an end. No greater purpose, no larger thought attributed. This dragon's cult was not only pathetic, it was petty.

Brannor, left largely to himself owing to his reputation or the wariness of the captors themselves, put himself on the fringes of the tent. One knee drawn in to rest an arm, the other outstretched, he awaited the time to strike. He counted only their torches and lanterns for his amusement rather than any practical ends, watching the fire they so chose to shield themselves with; a false ward if anything as they had let the danger stalk directly into their camp and take up roost in it. All that remained was the escape now, whenever that was to come, but the hunter knew to wait, to afford the others their needed time.

All that concerned him now was the time it would take, for each passing minute once they were to begin would make the likelihood of success all the more weak and this "Leosin" was somewhere other than here among the slave camp. Whenever and whatever they chose to do, it would need be decisive and soon.
Until the past few years, I did exclusive science fiction roleplaying, but I abandoned the genre when it became increasingly obsessive over being science fiction. It became ever more a chore to explain details of characters, stories, locations, abilities, among others, to the point the community I was aware of was moving steadily and deeply into the "Basically science and fact, just not there yet." genre of science fiction. I had eschewed and scorned fantasy because, contrarily, nothing meant anything to the majority of players in that other side of the community and none had ever established any consistency to how or why things did, as well as typically having less quality players, more often because they were young or worse were powergaming.

No less, that transition period came just as supernatural and fantasy media again became massively mainstream and popular among the younger teenage demographic and while that particular event left me embittered for a while, it never quite killed me interest in writing and formulating things I considered "better". Ultimately all it did was force myself to create works that skirted what I saw as flaws or failures and inspire me to improve. Sadly, most my former compatriots chose to fold or tuck themselves into their niches.
You were a majestic sabertooth tiger, the last of your kind. Nobody expected it when a skinny naked neanderthal somehow managed to throw a rock at your head that struck you just the wrong way, resulting in thirty years of mental deficiency. You fell in glorious combat with a horny deer.

I can say now with some certainty that @ArenaSnow possesses some level of fortune telling aptitude.
The fact these ones were so eager to disband spoke volumes to the old nobleman that they might be a tad... green. Green was a good word for it, as dealing in the politics they were content to see themselves headlong into were not friendly, in the sense that it was quite easy to raise not only suspicion, but adversaries down the line. Outsiders poking and prodding outside of their station no less, it could only leave the knight to sigh. Before he could protest, they seemingly marched off, leaving him to a shake of his head.

"They will learn one day. Political battles are not like the ones that can be fought with a sword." He remarked, adjusting his girdle and relinquishing the rest he had upon the hilt of his sword, "It tends to be of best interest to be formal and proper." Lord Beaduric added after, looking over then to Durwith.

"Let us see to meeting with the guard, sooner than later; I haven't high hopes about them not becoming immediately wary of our doings by this now."

My written roleplay experience on instant messengers and forums extends back to the earliest creative works I had actually had. It has consistently been one of my few lifelong hobbies and is one of the few, rare elements that has remained with me, even where memory has in part failed. It is pretty novel to have been able to see all of the evolution in the genre as I know it with times and even reflect on some of the now famous nostalgia such as early messenger systems or even using emails to draft and send posts, replies, or plot.
People attempt to characterize me as a cynic and misanthrope, as though those are bad qualities to acquire and retain. Everyone has their mechanisms for dealing with the incompetence of people, after all. I cannot say mine have ever disappointed me in the slightest, however. To date, I cannot note any time or period where being wary or distrustful of people has done more harm than good. After all, one is more likely to be pleasantly surprised when interaction or consequence goes well for once.
Even this in mind it does not bode well to split the party for the health of the topic in mind and micromanaging it. I am strongly against any effort to do so in the meta. As I noted before, in the game itself we have no real reason not to, aside from the proposition I had the paladin bring up. That said, is anyone else looking to post?
As I have stated previously, at this point I do not care, @Hekazu. Let them return if they so wish. My time of trying to make this go any faster or more expediently is long, long over and there would be no point in my attempt at trying to make it go any smoothly or rapidly.
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