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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
6 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
7 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
7 yrs ago
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.
Brannor expends one of his Hit Dice to regain 6 hit points. He has returned to his full 12 hit points.
The provision of time in between the conflict, the brief lull, was all he needed to recover his strength and rise again in a second wind. The bite of the monsters' steely blades was just a memory now, just as was the slaying arrow he would have suffered; what arrogance they had to hunt him as one would an animal. The satisfaction of hewing them apart with the engraved blade of the greatsword was what his spirit fed on, the rush of righteous vengeance - the rake of nature's fury. It was nourishment as much as the water he had been granted, drunk from a small carved wooden bowl. Many men would demand wine or ale, but such pleasant rewards would be saved for victory... which they first needed to claim.
Returning the edge of the dish to his lips, he finished another downing of the water, keeping to himself and allowing the men of the keep to perform their duties. Had not the faintest what the few remaining soldiers were to do in all honesty, having not seen a city under siege let alone by dragon and its underlings. One man of dwarven descent however, with a wildly unkempt beard and loudly clattering keys, entered among the other soldiers, the man, the half orc and the halfling - clearly of some other caliber and duty.
"We had just figured how we could get you out when the enemy had the same idea for getting in... The Old Sally port has been breached! The initial rush has been repelled, but if you could join us in an attempt to block the route just in case the message managed to spread in their ranks... it would be most appreciated."
Brannor knew not what a "sally port" was or where the thing would even be located in a castle or keep, but he knew enough that the enemy moved first as they all expected. He set down the bowl beside him, rubbing the thick of his strong hands to one another; they, just as the rest of him, were cleanse now, wiped away of the grit and the conflict. He had done so prior to eating and again after, careful to reuse what little spare water they permitted for it. It was then he was taking up the greatsword by its leather bound grip from its resting place on the wood bench beside him, standing to fullest.
At first he said nothing as he looked to Escobert the Red, giving only a nod of understanding, but added thereafter in word too.
"Then show us the way, if you would." Brannor plainly said as he looked over their company, eager in spirit to see these things through on this night. The hunt was far from over and he would be damned if he would willingly surrender an opportunity to strike back again against the enemy's brashness.
@Yamazaki's readied action should be set off all the same now however, @ELGainsborough. Either way, I will be drafting the tiger's post. It will be attacking the nearest, obvious threat of the elves.
I expected as much in all honesty - random group of elves immediately leaping to combat at first indicated threat so the party does not feel bored - but not just there, just general styles of play and houserules, as with all 1s being failures and 20s being successes. Character motivations aside of course; Jaegar not having the same intent and willfully posing a threat I cannot comment on as we are not too sure who he is, let alone all others involved. No one "knows" the other quite yet.
That said, @ELGainsborough, I will state that Geraint is not a deceiver and while I do intend to try to talk down or out of threat with his abilities, I do not intend to do so by lies. Abstaining from sharing the whole truth? Certainly, but I chose the path of Good and honesty via the Honesty traiy for him - he would answer that he belives the others will follow suit in this case. That is all just for future consideration.
This all said and worked out, I will post the animal companion's reaction shortly - being about as pleasant as you can imagine a defensive, now threatened tiger to be.
I am fairly confident we all look forward to it, @Mag Lev. The few edits Sakaala might receive are readability and flow related matters, otherwise her identity is still as much in stone as ever.
I will begin, withholding my post, on the grounds of a challenge that I am not attempting to bluff the elves in question owing to the fact I am not lying. I am intentionally neglecting to withhold the information that if they do choose to fight, that we are ready for them; something they can reasonably expect. Building from this, unless Jaegar explicitly goes against what seems to be the rest of the group's intent to withhold openly engaging, there shouldn't be too much issue. If you would rather they just fight us for the sake of an encounter, that is another matter altogether and I will just withdraw my claim. On another note, one positive is that the elves should only have a surprise round - their initiative (even on a 20, as initiative cannot fumble or critical) is behind that of the tiger's.
Just do let me know if it would not have made the slightest of differences, as otherwise there is no point in needlessly complicating it with editing the story.
I am of firm belief that even the slightest of hesitations in posting greatly damages roleplays among the Guild. There seems to be this perception and behavior that if the activity is not kept up the topic must die out. Owing to this, I am not one to complain about you keeping this moving, @ELGainsborough.
I have lost yet another topic in recent due to this sort of instance; I would rather this one not join it due to "inactivity" on some. I have high hopes.
Geraint attempts a dialogue with the unknown elves in an effort to avoid an unneeded fight if possible, rolling a 13.
"I assure you - stay your arms and we shall as well. At least share the reasoning for your intentions as we might have a common enemy here, more than either of us know." The man began as he started his slow descent down the steps, the tiger close behind him, ready at moment's notice to defend it's sworn ally.
"'Weary eyes, the wolf strikes.' Was that your phrase upon the wall?" He continued in hushed, eloquent word, his hands remaining visibly above his sides and far from his dagger.
The druid drew no closer than he needed, stopping at the landing and observing the crack of light that stretched from somewhere below. The entire time he spoke he did so calmly, but willingly neglected to inform them of the tiger lurking but not more than a few feet behind him, poised and prepared to mount what would surely be an absolutely savage defense if called on. One Geraint himself was quite capable of, but these elves... something was off, that they still seemed worried, concerned and hurried by some unknown force. His elven was flawless, but the nature of the situation made even that little comfort.
Sincerely he doubted them to be the true enemy, whatever the source of light being beyond perhaps held the true foe to face...
[center][h3][color=f7941d]The Harbinger of Ferocity[/color][/h3]
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[color=f7941d][i]Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine[/i][/color]
[i]Nature, red in tooth and claw.[/i]
[b]"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."[/b]
[i]- Carl Van Vechten[/i]
[i]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.[/i]
[i]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.[/i][/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#f7941d">The Harbinger of Ferocity</font></div><br><img src="http://orig13.deviantart.net/79bb/f/2016/137/d/8/final__small__by_argentfatalis-da2um2l.jpg" /><br><font color="#f7941d"><span class="bb-i">Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine</span></font><br><span class="bb-i">Nature, red in tooth and claw.</span><br><br><span class="bb-b">"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."</span><br><span class="bb-i">- Carl Van Vechten</span><br><br><span class="bb-i">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.</span><br><br><span class="bb-i">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.</span></div></div>