@Ojo chan 42, unless you have a specific reason to not continue here in the hopes of maybe rousing attention, we can turn from there.
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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 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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Things seem busy there, so this I can understand, @Jon Y. Unless anyone cares to add anything, I think it is to @IcePezz and @ArenaSnow.
I am not fond of coffee and only drink it in rare, small quantities. I prefer green tea as it is, cool or mild in its warmth... also because much of the time I have nowhere to heat it unless outside where I could build a fire.
Perhaps now, @Ojo chan 42, but I see no reason to cease unless you as well wish to concede.
Assuming the kobolds do not get much more lucky or maddened, Brannor can rouse Orchid to respectable fighting condition in a turn. The first order of business is to eliminate the immediate threat however.
The fierce weapon, with its strange edges and stranger engravings, moved fast - deathly fast at that. For as swift as the small lizardfolk was, it was all for not as the ferine champion brought his sword about once more in a mortal stroke even more swiftly; there existed a brief clatter to the dusted gravel and the spattering of blood then nothing more. The run ended before it truly had begun and Brannor clasped a gauntleted hand about the weathered leather bound ricasso of the weapon, collapsing the greatsword to a position of rest for a moment to survey his surroundings.
Peering and scowling as he was with brow narrowed, not fully spent of his wrath, he shifted his body weight to an advance toward what remained of the combat and maneuvered like a man with great purpose across the dirt and between the burning hovels. Drawing up to a scene he just bore witness to in which, by some chance, the orc warrior had narrowly evaded one threat only to have fate strike him down with another. Fallen as the green figure was, clearly drifting between the waking world and those of darker dreams, there was hope in the aspiring paladin's heart that his new companion would hold out.
All Brannor needed was time and that? That he could buy the half-orc.
First, the obvious threat needed to fall, and with the fur and chain dressed man approaching as he was with greatsword at the ready before him, that was of great likelihood. The second of the two kobolds, celebrating as it was, wasn't long for this world as Trear was likely to wedge an arrow's point firm between its eyes if Parum didn't outright shatter its mind first. But the dagger-bearer? That was fair quarry, but a kill truthfully belonging to the orc-blood.
Stepping with his swing, but feet away from Orchid who was still reeling, the sizable man hewed a cleaving strike from the side of his body near across the other in a manner one could almost describe as reaping. His exhale that accompanied it was a loud, pained snarl as the injuries of earlier stung and now stained his green and brown garb further with his blood, but these things only drove his attack to greater ends.
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Peering and scowling as he was with brow narrowed, not fully spent of his wrath, he shifted his body weight to an advance toward what remained of the combat and maneuvered like a man with great purpose across the dirt and between the burning hovels. Drawing up to a scene he just bore witness to in which, by some chance, the orc warrior had narrowly evaded one threat only to have fate strike him down with another. Fallen as the green figure was, clearly drifting between the waking world and those of darker dreams, there was hope in the aspiring paladin's heart that his new companion would hold out.
All Brannor needed was time and that? That he could buy the half-orc.
First, the obvious threat needed to fall, and with the fur and chain dressed man approaching as he was with greatsword at the ready before him, that was of great likelihood. The second of the two kobolds, celebrating as it was, wasn't long for this world as Trear was likely to wedge an arrow's point firm between its eyes if Parum didn't outright shatter its mind first. But the dagger-bearer? That was fair quarry, but a kill truthfully belonging to the orc-blood.
Stepping with his swing, but feet away from Orchid who was still reeling, the sizable man hewed a cleaving strike from the side of his body near across the other in a manner one could almost describe as reaping. His exhale that accompanied it was a loud, pained snarl as the injuries of earlier stung and now stained his green and brown garb further with his blood, but these things only drove his attack to greater ends.
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@Hekazu, if the kobold Brannor is contending with attempts to run toward the commoners and away from him, he will use his reaction to make an attack of opportunity. If not, here's the next set of rolls I will use on my turn if I am able to attack.
I figured this would be relevant given that it is their turn now.
I figured this would be relevant given that it is their turn now.
Oh, then this should prove interesting then, @The Fated Fallen.
The inhuman silhouette that was the old ranger in her darkened, tattered robe with hood pulled over her leonine head, set her soaking self into the breach the strongman wedged open with the same ease one would wring a hen's neck. She had, wisely so, set the halfling down once again before making such an entrance with Diagorides; better to risk one's well being than that of them both by going through at the same time. The small wooden awning that existed over the door shielded the small woman and the pack she sat in from the water, but for the Huntress, she was forced to mind her head as she entered.
It was then she stood to her full height as ominous and monstrous as she ever could seem to be, "Not trouble, that much I can assure you."
Hooking the edge of her cowl with a finger, she revealed her sundered face in the dim firelight of the tavern, blinking calmly. It was now she looked over the aged man in complete, noting the axe he wielded in both hands shaking with adrenaline. The head was backward and none of the other few patrons seemed to move an inch; Diagorides had once again proven his ability to make an entrance.
"We are here for the warmth of the fire." Sakaala said, glancing to the faintly crackling flames.
"As for the door..." She shook her head ever so slightly, "It resisted."
The lioness' demeanor was intimidating to say the least; she towered over men and bore great claws and fangs, not to mention the armor of a soldier of fortune and the weapon of one too. The presence of her companions only further solidified that they were not to be trifled with, for while she had no quarrel with these people, she certainly was not about to befriend them without good reason. This entire town she avoided understandably so and that being was the fact she was not welcome. A "monster" seldom could keep company, let alone townsfolk, for the obvious fact that they were... frightening.
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It was then she stood to her full height as ominous and monstrous as she ever could seem to be, "Not trouble, that much I can assure you."
Hooking the edge of her cowl with a finger, she revealed her sundered face in the dim firelight of the tavern, blinking calmly. It was now she looked over the aged man in complete, noting the axe he wielded in both hands shaking with adrenaline. The head was backward and none of the other few patrons seemed to move an inch; Diagorides had once again proven his ability to make an entrance.
"We are here for the warmth of the fire." Sakaala said, glancing to the faintly crackling flames.
"As for the door..." She shook her head ever so slightly, "It resisted."
The lioness' demeanor was intimidating to say the least; she towered over men and bore great claws and fangs, not to mention the armor of a soldier of fortune and the weapon of one too. The presence of her companions only further solidified that they were not to be trifled with, for while she had no quarrel with these people, she certainly was not about to befriend them without good reason. This entire town she avoided understandably so and that being was the fact she was not welcome. A "monster" seldom could keep company, let alone townsfolk, for the obvious fact that they were... frightening.
@ArenaSnow@Belwicket@IcePezz@Jon Y@vietmyke@Zero Hex
I meant more of in the game itself, perhaps a section in the first post devoted to it so it isn't lost or buried in topics as time goes by? I am unsure how many combats we are to have, but a section either in the first post of the In-Character or the Characters tab would be a good place to store it so it is always accessible.
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