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6 yrs ago
Current 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.

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Just because there exists a maximum timeframe of how long you have between posts does not mean you should always use the full extent of it. I can sympathize with being preoccupied with real life, that I take no issue with for the most part, but when you always respond after being prompted constantly that your "Post is coming, soon!" then fail to deliver, always awaiting the final deadline, there is an issue. Likewise, I can understand that some Game Masters are more willing to put up with such behavior than others, but I am not; my patience can only wear so thin and I see excuses as little more than that - excuses. The argument of "advance the story anyway" does not work when others too will not budge, trying to provide more grace than is due.

It is one thing to waste the time of say, another person, but several others? Frustrating. Some of us do legitimately look forward to our limited time off to roleplay, write and be generally creative. College I can understand being "busy", but it has nothing on some of the work conditions others of us put up with on a routine and even prolonged, at times random basis. I have said it before, but if I am away for days - even a week at times - from the internet and in the middle of the wilderness, still managing to find time to write when not working, I am fairly unforgiving for it being a stock reply.

Correct yourselves.
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I disagree. People can never be monsters. Whatever they do their actions are the actions of a person. To dismiss them as monsters is to not only dismiss a facet of human nature just because we find it uncomfortable to examine and try to understand, but also helps to absolves them of culpability for what they've done by turning them into something more on the level of an animal.


As with @ArenaSnow's proposal that human beings are just animals that have seen themselves into orderly society and think their actions within are so "excusable", I am of the firm belief that people can, will be and in some cases are monsters. Just because they are a "person" does not excuse mindsets of deplorability; if that makes something else "monstrous" in a vague, overarching concept what excuse do people have? Quite frankly, none. If anything they must be held more accountable given they have a much greater a place to fall from and how much further low they can go.
The bigger the cat the better, but all great cats start out life as kittens.
@Nightingale95,

Your application to the Roleplayer Guild for the member tier has been approved at the appropriate level. Your qualifying criteria was "I love cats.", to which you have met. Should you no longer meet this condition, a review of your account and actions taken within during your duration will need to be thoroughly conducted. Should you begin to doubt that you "love cats", or begin to feel any wavering fondness for them at any point, please do inform someone for the proper established procedures to be carried out. Failure to comply could result in a disciplinary response from the designated Corrective Action Teams and any unfavorable findings to be appropriately recorded and placed. In the event you do continue to "love cats" and believe you were incorrectly processed for urgent action leveled against you, you may file a petition within three (3) business days. All other circumstances will warrant your decertification and ejection.

We appreciate your interest and thank you for your time,
@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@ELGainsborough, not a surprise to at last see you gallivanting about. This said, interesting proposal all the same and as others have mentioned similar ideas have indeed been carried out here on the Guild, but I am uncertain as to what vein they are in; whether they are quite serious or more humored in approach. I am assuming the latter over the former, but do not take my word as any sort of authority on it. With what @Shoryu Magami said though, the quality of content could and would vary greatly based on the company kept and the real issue stems from the truth of "Where do we even go with this next?"
@ArenaSnow, as I even referred to, people can degenerate into monsters be it knowing or unknowing.
Could you elaborate on the sort of theme you are intending to go with, being that it is using your material rather than a published setting? Something more sword and sorcery, traditional or comparative high fantasy? A hopeful world or one tainted quite dark? Things of that nature, as well as those associated with what levels and materials you are making available, such as if other books and Unearthed Arcana are valid pursuits. I suppose the point is, what more can you tell us?

I would also like to inquire about the rate of posting and effort you are looking for as well. The Guild has a strikingly bad habit of people failing to post and more or less killing the interest of everyone else involved, thus dissolving the topic in weeks if not months. So for myself, I would rather not throw my lot and effort in if that is going to be an acceptable norm.

Do let me know your decision, @sandman9913.
I may wear my leopard fur trimmed Santa Claus cap in exactly a day. No need to worry - it is like the tiger's necklace, they are only authentic reproductions. That is how ready for Christmas I am.

Interestingly enough, they have less proficiencies than the rogue class. Which also brings to light the fact I never thought of, let alone have seen, a rogue using a quarterstaff, longspear or similar two-handed simple weapon. You could even do the same with any weapon that is at least one-handed but not light to gain the one and one-half times bonus from Strength.

I guess I will have to be creative with this knowledge in the future, @ELGainsborough.
In the wake of the rush, the unsettling calm ambiance set in with the last figure falling to the musty floor. The stone, now slick with blood, revealed little of anything it seemed on initial inspection - nothing more than a sturdy iron door, a quality none too strange in was the ruins of this manmade structure. The most interesting of things they had seen before in the form of quite old plate armor, but before the young man in drab cloth could even see himself down the stairs to the actual point of battle, the woman set about examining her foes. She crouched beside one, resting only a single knee to the floor and inspected the body, giving only a cold glance at the two men present and being wary enough not to confront the savageness of a tiger in the eye.

Calm footfall nearing the portal into the room of battle, the robed stranger appeared, hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. Overlooking the scene and filled with the sheer visceral reaction it evoked in the body, spirit and mind, he only sighed; at least it was a quick death. He minded none the woman as her deft hands patted down the first body, searching for anything out of the norm, as she seemed determined and with mission in mind, only instead now walking closer to the remaining trio and not far from the rusting iron door. His steps avoiding the bodies, let alone stepping over them or into the collecting blood, he accepted things as they were... or as much he could.

"I take it you are all well?" Geraint said, looking them over in brief, unaware how they had suffered a trapped needle's prick.

"I'm fine," Kerris replied plainly, still searching the bodies by rummaging their pockets and setting aside anything she found, "But let me handle the door."

Adjusting his hood a bit in discomfort at how abrasive and direct the woman was, the warden nodded in slight, looking back to the other two and unaware as to just what events in particular transpired. All that he knew was that the door before them surely led to something, something the elves were eager to see through and carry out or so he posited.

"If we are all well, we shouldn't tarry too long then. I think these elves had some other more urgent mission here."


Shaking her head slightly, a few rogue strands of her fiery hair about her face, the woman stood to her feet and approached the door, starting to look it over. Yet, the underlying presence of giving these strange men, worse yet a tiger, her back kept her full attention far and away; she voiced her disapproval, commenting on it.

"Part through whatever I found and call off your tiger, I can feel it staring at me."

Right she was after all, for the instinct of the fearsome cat urged it to act, abated in severity only by the intense bond it shared with its mortal cohort. Everything in its nature, as the woman was distracted looking over the door, wanted it to pounce once again; combat having ended not but minutes ago and the scent of blood still thick in the air. To all present's fortune, the beast obeyed the contrary urge Geraint impressed upon it and it soon picked itself up from the reddened room, back out again to the larger one they had entered from.

@ELGainsborough
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