Very well, @Ojo chan 42, then I will explicitly act on that information.
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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 slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
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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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Agreed, @Hekazu. I am curious to see where this goes from here, given this combat seemed a bit unexpected.
That is unfortunate, @Carantathraiel.
I hope they found themselves to the place where blocked accounts go.
@darkandstar, there you have it. If it's meant to be we are to fight, it's for sure to be now I imagine.
The exchange only found itself further escalated the moment one man broke away from his comrades and headed for the door, his boots crunching loudly across the rough stone surface as they pulverized smaller bits of gravel. Moving as fast as he could carry himself, there was to be no doubt things would likely turn worse yet if he could succeed in opening the enormous wooden structure, although it would take some time to undo its bar - even if he could rouse whoever might be on the other side. It was for this reason the man was intercepted, his path cut off nearly mid stride, by the far larger human figure who thundered across the mine's shaft.
Heading him off, he menaced a powerful warning from his now dry, dusted lips; "You are going to get us all killed if you open that door!"
Blocking the path he forced the man to choose and make a choice that would not be made lightly. He could potentially rush past the larger man, certainly, but then turn his back and leave himself exposed, then attempt to fumble with the door? It threatened death, as one clean shot with the mattock was a tremendous deterrent - a mortal danger. He could try to struggle with and shove aside the other man, but the sizable figure and stature of it made that a gamble rather than an assured victory. Withdraw? It seemed certain enough that Branor's words and demeanor were less aggressive and more clearly not willing to die outright if all things permitted.
It was all well worth the attempt, or so the exile thought as he brought the old tool to arms, staring down the other man with a savage golden stare. Feet parted and squared away, footing of a man who favored a great weapon, there was a determination to his action that spoke volumes; if it came to blood now, it would come to blood.
No more words.
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Heading him off, he menaced a powerful warning from his now dry, dusted lips; "You are going to get us all killed if you open that door!"
Blocking the path he forced the man to choose and make a choice that would not be made lightly. He could potentially rush past the larger man, certainly, but then turn his back and leave himself exposed, then attempt to fumble with the door? It threatened death, as one clean shot with the mattock was a tremendous deterrent - a mortal danger. He could try to struggle with and shove aside the other man, but the sizable figure and stature of it made that a gamble rather than an assured victory. Withdraw? It seemed certain enough that Branor's words and demeanor were less aggressive and more clearly not willing to die outright if all things permitted.
It was all well worth the attempt, or so the exile thought as he brought the old tool to arms, staring down the other man with a savage golden stare. Feet parted and squared away, footing of a man who favored a great weapon, there was a determination to his action that spoke volumes; if it came to blood now, it would come to blood.
No more words.
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I cannot imagine how one would reason the behavior being "sanctioned" in any way, let alone relevant.
I am at least pleased the party did not jump to arms at the drop of a hat, nearly all of us sticking to seeing where this was going to turn. It gives me some hope that this will not go horrifically.
Has there ever been a circumstance of inappropriate cat pictures on the Guild? Seems like an oddly specific set of remarks.
As do we all, @EruditeAssassin. It is part of why I go in depth with my posts no matter exactly what is transpiring; it helps, at least for myself, feel like more is being accomplished. It works as well for the posts of others, making it all more cinematic and exciting.
The downside being the interim in between.
But with that, I disappear.
The downside being the interim in between.
But with that, I disappear.
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