An interim post to bring The Red back to the objective itself, and because thirty minutes is not a long time.
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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
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The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.
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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 things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom 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 as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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The short time away from one's own thoughts proved to be the period of time the child of the Lioness needed to place consideration in options and weigh the nature of the situation at hand. All of these things had become far less than ideal, for the simple plan of approach he held initially was no longer going to be an option. These mere mortal men were happy enough, barring a few exceptions as the green eyed of darkness and the reluctant gnome, in addition to the wayward dwarf, to throw their lives away upon some dragon errand. This posed no issue, in that there was no true loss to be had - the marked man and the sword bearer both no friend of the savage aspect - but it did strike as unnecessary.
Two dragons to guard but one relic, not terribly far from the ruins of the city that was Waeldeshore? A relic no less required to thwart the demonic presence? "The Red" did not trust the words of these "adventurers" of the mortal realm in the slightest to succeed in this matter as some seemed so sure in. Their heart, body and mind upon the matter, no less their spirit, were in the wrong place. It began to draw wonder to his thought if they had ever laid eyes upon a demon before, let alone met one in battle before this all transpired - before this city was left in part to rubble and ash.
While the wildman sought his answers within through spiritual wisdom, his bestial stature found itself in the shadow of what was one of the city's gates; now no more than great sundered stone heaped upon one another and splintered wood. Abandoned as it was, no man able to enter or leave through it, this place was quiet and mostly devoid of onlookers. This was the reason he chose it, for so close was it as a point to the land beyond, and so far was it from the city here.
Content in acceptance that there proved to be little other option, "The Red" adjusted the thick pelt of the hide breastplate, working his soul-touched hands to secure and tighten it down. From breast to boots, he ensured every stretch of his humble leather armor and its primal adornments were readied, ending it all upon the hilt of the bronzed scimitar.
It was time to return to the green eyed woman.
Rubbing the massive claw strung across his throat, the savage nodded before turning from the gate.
@The Fated Fallen@IcePezz
Two dragons to guard but one relic, not terribly far from the ruins of the city that was Waeldeshore? A relic no less required to thwart the demonic presence? "The Red" did not trust the words of these "adventurers" of the mortal realm in the slightest to succeed in this matter as some seemed so sure in. Their heart, body and mind upon the matter, no less their spirit, were in the wrong place. It began to draw wonder to his thought if they had ever laid eyes upon a demon before, let alone met one in battle before this all transpired - before this city was left in part to rubble and ash.
While the wildman sought his answers within through spiritual wisdom, his bestial stature found itself in the shadow of what was one of the city's gates; now no more than great sundered stone heaped upon one another and splintered wood. Abandoned as it was, no man able to enter or leave through it, this place was quiet and mostly devoid of onlookers. This was the reason he chose it, for so close was it as a point to the land beyond, and so far was it from the city here.
Content in acceptance that there proved to be little other option, "The Red" adjusted the thick pelt of the hide breastplate, working his soul-touched hands to secure and tighten it down. From breast to boots, he ensured every stretch of his humble leather armor and its primal adornments were readied, ending it all upon the hilt of the bronzed scimitar.
It was time to return to the green eyed woman.
Rubbing the massive claw strung across his throat, the savage nodded before turning from the gate.
@The Fated Fallen@IcePezz
@The Harbinger of Ferocity
I think, with everything Izzy has been through in her past, and being a witchling herself, she doesn't quite fear easily. However, I can tell you she is a bit uneasy with "The Red". Animals do not follow the same rules and patterns that humans do, therefore animals cannot be trusted. She's also a bit self absorbed and emotionally unstable lol
You can trust an animal to do exactly what instinct dictates, hah.
I will have a post coming tomorrow evening.
Thanks, and that's what I plan on doing.
That said, though, the not-nice people in the party are scary; heck, The Red scares me the most, although Harbinger seems like a cool guy!
I knew I sensed something.
I do take joy in that you find The Red a fearsome thing, this I must note. As for myself, I attempt to present my being with a fairly serious-but-not-overly-so aura.
No, no @IcePezz, that was not at all what I was referring to. It was the fact there were no spaces in the paragraphs and dialogue that made them walls-of-text when combined with dialogue in some posts. Throw in every character seemingly having a speech, it gets a bit unwieldy and exceptionally difficult to reply to, hence my sizable post which was mostly a recap of events that already took place. It is not wrong per say, it is merely a quality of life aspect.
You are entirely right that this is a fight for survival, not gold, not glory, not honor or anything else. The evil you've presented is clearly a threat that if left unchecked, will destroy Waeldeshore and likely progress abroad to inflict damage elsewhere.
You are entirely right that this is a fight for survival, not gold, not glory, not honor or anything else. The evil you've presented is clearly a threat that if left unchecked, will destroy Waeldeshore and likely progress abroad to inflict damage elsewhere.
Oh? Anyway, yeah, Ioannes will try and respect The Red; he's respectful to everyone.
And, answer to my other posts?
In terms of "mature content" I imagine nothing terribly mature... no excessive gore, carnal deeds, intended or unintended offensiveness and the sort. That is more a question for @IcePezz, however. I would advise, until told otherwise, to keep a suitable censor of it.
As for my opinion of your character? There's a unique prospect to playing a non-traditional good character, as there are many reasons for Ioannes to have turned to the darkness, but managing not to. The life of a boyhood slave is no light matter, in particular when still bound to the same state that shackled him to begin with. This story needs more "heroic" heroes, at least in the sense of good, as there's plenty shades of everything in between.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity, wow, you're a good writer. The Red does seem to be a bit inflexible, though, but that comes with being Lawful Neutral, I suppose.
Anyway, glad to see Ioannes hasn't earned his ire, yet.
I appreciate that, @Letter Bee.
The Red is not a good character in the slightest, as we are likely to see in combat down the line. He's an exceptionally resolute Lawful Neutral who adheres to his beliefs and little else; any others, for woe or weal, be damned. It is best to treat him with the mentality he is less a person and more a wild animal. There's a certain respect and approach to use around him if one wants him to cooperate.
I have temporarily removed The Red from the situation at hand, as conversing at any length is not one of his strong suits. That and there was a tremendous amount of dialogue to cover. That said, I would like to request that we avoid walls-of-text, as it makes reading lengthy dialogue exceptionally difficult; it is hard to sort through a mingled paragraph of actions and words and it all starts to blur together.
That and it is quite humorous so many characters had speeches at once.
That and it is quite humorous so many characters had speeches at once.
The events set in motion by Siegfried's display of latent draconic power did not win the heart of the agent of the wild; more than anything what it was he shared, intentionally or not, was proof enough that he likely had some fault in these matters. It bore no better on Roanoke's reputation that he was branded with a mark that was supposedly a beacon to the beings of darkness, and that he had knowingly led them to this town. That was not what "The Red" took issue with - this town and its people were of utterly no concern to the wilder - no, it was that Siegfried not only did this with full awareness of the consequence of his actions, but that he even attempted to use it as some form of plea.
You act as if you are alone and that you are troubled by these things, yet at the same time, you blatantly use them to your ends - no less than a boisterous attempt in doing so. The mind of the wildman prowled with dagger-like thought, having no love of the other man's deeds or words. The display by the curse marked swordsman only proved to decide "The Red" on his opinion that the younger man failed to know his place in the natural order of things; that his youthful perspective clouded his judgment.
"Save your breath on your 'immortal promises', as well as those of your idle insults and threats." "The Red" replied when Roanoke had at last finished his dragonborne display, refusing to remove his glare from the other's challenge. The mocking not soon to be forgotten, or easily forgiven.
"I am neither here for you nor your 'town' - I am here to rend the life from those evil forces at work here. If our goals happen to overlap, then so be it."
By that point Siegfried had withdrawn, proving to take a handful of the salted, flensed meat to preoccupy himself in doing so, with a newly arrived man boasting an ebon breastplate and an astoundingly ornate broadsword; its construction, bearing no less than a hollow fuller, supported the suspicion the weapon was magical.
Standing firm the ground his advance had claimed, Beast-Among-Men, listened with moderate attentiveness as Sir Robert began a remotely coherent dissertation about the notion of their task, which revolved by and large about wealth, riches and this town. In the interim, the barbarian proved to fold his arms across his broad, hide clad chest - keeping an eye upon Roanoke. Proving to glance over the shoulder, from time to time at Robert, he wondered what response would be... fitting. All of this nonsensical talk of this town, wealth, honor, glory - it was the same ramblings of mortal men since they had eloped from the natural world. The same ones countless paid for with their lives to no avail.
Sighing with a low rumble, he remained as he was...
"Does it fucking look like this group wants to throw away their lives for gold?! Do you think, that after fighting the demon we fought last night, we want to parade off on some fool's errand to fight a dragon for gold and glory? Oh, that's right - you have no fucking clue as to what dangers nearly ran this town into the ground, you fumbled around the bar that night like a drunken idiot and expected to be applauded for killing a demon that 3 of us nearly got ourselves killed taking down."
A strange sensation proded at "The Red" in his thoughts as Isabeau paved forth a trail of rampant verbal thrashing, initially directed. At first it was not what he imagined as he shifted his wild-touched stare back, turning slightly at the torso and shifting his feet thereafter so as to be at an angle from her. From beneath the fangs of the lioness cloak, he watched attentively as some form of darkness dampened the air and coiled like serpents about the woman. It was here the two shared a brief stare as she looked from one to another, methodically so.
There, out of her words, only one more than any other as a phrase drew the strong jaws of the man further clenched; what he witnessed drew his ire, that something of wicked ways toyed with the woman as a manifestation of her emotions, but her use of it was what stayed his hand, or claw.
"And it will devour us whole if we don't stop it."
The reminder that as much as it was loathed to work with those born of this world, there were no choices in the matter.
Closing his eyes he mused on the matter as Isabeau soon stormed away, the gnome hurrying behind her; the crunch of debris, stone, and ash beneath their feet as they departed. There would be time to deal with the aberrants later - they were an unfortunate necessity for the time being, and one that spoke of desperation to either banish or defeat, if it were even possible, these demonic forces. It was in this musing "The Red" pondered further if there was any chance of success in taking on not one, but two dragons; that it might be of wiser option to lure said beasts here to contend with the demonic forces by using the cursed man, Siegfried.
Cunning as it was, it was not a likely avenue that could be exploited easily.
A distinct voice interrupted his thoughts, proving to raise the brow of "The Red", following the sound as it carried up to a window above in the building nearby. The halfling looked down upon them, not just in the sense of elevation, but in the metaphorical one.
"If you two are done with you dick measuring contest, I suggest you eat some jerky and shut the -"
"Spare me your chastisement, halfling, I have had enough of talk."
"The Red" bore one final look from Regina as she stood in the wooden frame of the busted window. There proved to be not an ounce of compassion from the man of wild birth; if these people were to die, then so be it. He had no further need, or even want, for lengthy dialogues and comradery. It was a quality of animals he so respected, in that they simply did because it is what they do.
Departing for the time being, pulling the sizable skin further over him so as to shrug aside the judgment of mortal men, the keen eyes of the savage caught sight of another young man. A firm, sizable hand upon the former great cat's muzzle, he adjusted her protective embrace over him, keeping his attention on the new addition for the time. The newcomer, in an a fine, new set of half-plate, bore a set of varied gear across a traveling pack, as well as upon his hip. Both awkward and unwieldy, this seemed to affect its bearer little as he approached the green eyed woman and lady gnome.
"At least they are willing for one reason or another."
The primalist noted under his breath - attempting to remain thankful for some sort of means to end the threat; soon finding himself away from this place for a short time and disappearing once more between the buildings of the town.
@Letter Bee@The Fated Fallen@Belwicket@IcePezz@boomlover@KazeXDZ
You act as if you are alone and that you are troubled by these things, yet at the same time, you blatantly use them to your ends - no less than a boisterous attempt in doing so. The mind of the wildman prowled with dagger-like thought, having no love of the other man's deeds or words. The display by the curse marked swordsman only proved to decide "The Red" on his opinion that the younger man failed to know his place in the natural order of things; that his youthful perspective clouded his judgment.
"Save your breath on your 'immortal promises', as well as those of your idle insults and threats." "The Red" replied when Roanoke had at last finished his dragonborne display, refusing to remove his glare from the other's challenge. The mocking not soon to be forgotten, or easily forgiven.
"I am neither here for you nor your 'town' - I am here to rend the life from those evil forces at work here. If our goals happen to overlap, then so be it."
By that point Siegfried had withdrawn, proving to take a handful of the salted, flensed meat to preoccupy himself in doing so, with a newly arrived man boasting an ebon breastplate and an astoundingly ornate broadsword; its construction, bearing no less than a hollow fuller, supported the suspicion the weapon was magical.
Standing firm the ground his advance had claimed, Beast-Among-Men, listened with moderate attentiveness as Sir Robert began a remotely coherent dissertation about the notion of their task, which revolved by and large about wealth, riches and this town. In the interim, the barbarian proved to fold his arms across his broad, hide clad chest - keeping an eye upon Roanoke. Proving to glance over the shoulder, from time to time at Robert, he wondered what response would be... fitting. All of this nonsensical talk of this town, wealth, honor, glory - it was the same ramblings of mortal men since they had eloped from the natural world. The same ones countless paid for with their lives to no avail.
Sighing with a low rumble, he remained as he was...
"Does it fucking look like this group wants to throw away their lives for gold?! Do you think, that after fighting the demon we fought last night, we want to parade off on some fool's errand to fight a dragon for gold and glory? Oh, that's right - you have no fucking clue as to what dangers nearly ran this town into the ground, you fumbled around the bar that night like a drunken idiot and expected to be applauded for killing a demon that 3 of us nearly got ourselves killed taking down."
A strange sensation proded at "The Red" in his thoughts as Isabeau paved forth a trail of rampant verbal thrashing, initially directed. At first it was not what he imagined as he shifted his wild-touched stare back, turning slightly at the torso and shifting his feet thereafter so as to be at an angle from her. From beneath the fangs of the lioness cloak, he watched attentively as some form of darkness dampened the air and coiled like serpents about the woman. It was here the two shared a brief stare as she looked from one to another, methodically so.
There, out of her words, only one more than any other as a phrase drew the strong jaws of the man further clenched; what he witnessed drew his ire, that something of wicked ways toyed with the woman as a manifestation of her emotions, but her use of it was what stayed his hand, or claw.
"And it will devour us whole if we don't stop it."
The reminder that as much as it was loathed to work with those born of this world, there were no choices in the matter.
Closing his eyes he mused on the matter as Isabeau soon stormed away, the gnome hurrying behind her; the crunch of debris, stone, and ash beneath their feet as they departed. There would be time to deal with the aberrants later - they were an unfortunate necessity for the time being, and one that spoke of desperation to either banish or defeat, if it were even possible, these demonic forces. It was in this musing "The Red" pondered further if there was any chance of success in taking on not one, but two dragons; that it might be of wiser option to lure said beasts here to contend with the demonic forces by using the cursed man, Siegfried.
Cunning as it was, it was not a likely avenue that could be exploited easily.
A distinct voice interrupted his thoughts, proving to raise the brow of "The Red", following the sound as it carried up to a window above in the building nearby. The halfling looked down upon them, not just in the sense of elevation, but in the metaphorical one.
"If you two are done with you dick measuring contest, I suggest you eat some jerky and shut the -"
"Spare me your chastisement, halfling, I have had enough of talk."
"The Red" bore one final look from Regina as she stood in the wooden frame of the busted window. There proved to be not an ounce of compassion from the man of wild birth; if these people were to die, then so be it. He had no further need, or even want, for lengthy dialogues and comradery. It was a quality of animals he so respected, in that they simply did because it is what they do.
Departing for the time being, pulling the sizable skin further over him so as to shrug aside the judgment of mortal men, the keen eyes of the savage caught sight of another young man. A firm, sizable hand upon the former great cat's muzzle, he adjusted her protective embrace over him, keeping his attention on the new addition for the time. The newcomer, in an a fine, new set of half-plate, bore a set of varied gear across a traveling pack, as well as upon his hip. Both awkward and unwieldy, this seemed to affect its bearer little as he approached the green eyed woman and lady gnome.
"At least they are willing for one reason or another."
The primalist noted under his breath - attempting to remain thankful for some sort of means to end the threat; soon finding himself away from this place for a short time and disappearing once more between the buildings of the town.
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