Back to work is it then? That is a promising turn, or at least I think it might well be. That said, I will see to it in such a case, @Hekazu. Here is to the hope the rest of you "enjoy" your private meeting with the enemy.
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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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One cannot live from anything except what one is.
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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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A lone woman of the wood stepped amidst the trees in the calm night, her nimble feet navigating the low brush, fallen leaves and wayward stones alike. She followed no real path, no specific heading, rather just a sense of direction that was a magnetic draw upon her; the stars had fallen after all, one which fell to the earth here somewhere. It was not tonight, a few nights ago rather, but it was enough to reach out to her when she did see it for such a thing could not be ignored. Why else would a lone wanderer dare delve into the thick where only those now absent animals went, particularly in what amounted to the dark of night?
A number of reasons was the truth there, not the least of which was that she was not so alone as she seemed at first. Revealed by watchful eye alone, a silhouette among the darkness and the night's shadows flitted about from time to time, following both along with her or in the very steps she took. These two things, both drifting like stalkers of the wood, did not upset the strange calm that had become of this place. The one in the same that had the outsider wondering what had so changed despite her obvious lack of belonging to this particular wood; her trappings of varied greens atop earthy leather armor was accented by a number of adornments from far away feathers to antler and horn, not all of which belonged to this forest. She certainly lived up to her namesake as a "wildwalker", that was for certain, and it was this quality that even drew her here to begin with, otherwise she would well have been content to keep to her land and that was not only because of her vivid elven blood.
Yet the woman didn't, not for a moment and neither did her traveling company who shared the same adventure as her.
With the brush of a hand, she swept her loose hair from her face and peered up to the stars above, now having found a tranquil place where they were not so obscured. She surveyed them for a time as if almost curious if they would change again as they had before. Perhaps indifferent, no other divine messenger had come across the sky and it was clear she needed to keep on with her travel, but not before a hand reached out to stroke the dark, furred thing that accompanied her. With a pat to its flank, she motioned slightly with her head to carry on and they well did.
How long she went on from there she did not know, time to an elf was a strange thing, but she was certain it was none too long for it was still very dead in night, alive only with cricket song, a drifting and virtual sea of glowing insects and the most distant hoot of an owl. Things became more wild here, that much she knew, but it was not that which startled her - at least in genuine surprise. For soon she found a path, yet not just any path, but one that banked and branched, accompanied by two other travelers. One was a man-bird, something she had recalled but could not place what they were in name, the other was a woman in the trappings of a huntress with sword.
She proved to speak with genuine and near innocent confusion, not truly aware enough as to what was transpiring if this was a decision she should be making or not as the shock of it, really its timing, was much too overwhelming for her to think clearly upon.
"I... I though I was the only one here tonight." She said, surrendering her natural camouflage from among the brush and trees where she stood and as typical of any wood elf, even one as tall and as fair as she, seeming to almost fade from the woodland into view.
@Guardian Angel Haruki@ihinka@JBRam2002
A number of reasons was the truth there, not the least of which was that she was not so alone as she seemed at first. Revealed by watchful eye alone, a silhouette among the darkness and the night's shadows flitted about from time to time, following both along with her or in the very steps she took. These two things, both drifting like stalkers of the wood, did not upset the strange calm that had become of this place. The one in the same that had the outsider wondering what had so changed despite her obvious lack of belonging to this particular wood; her trappings of varied greens atop earthy leather armor was accented by a number of adornments from far away feathers to antler and horn, not all of which belonged to this forest. She certainly lived up to her namesake as a "wildwalker", that was for certain, and it was this quality that even drew her here to begin with, otherwise she would well have been content to keep to her land and that was not only because of her vivid elven blood.
Yet the woman didn't, not for a moment and neither did her traveling company who shared the same adventure as her.
With the brush of a hand, she swept her loose hair from her face and peered up to the stars above, now having found a tranquil place where they were not so obscured. She surveyed them for a time as if almost curious if they would change again as they had before. Perhaps indifferent, no other divine messenger had come across the sky and it was clear she needed to keep on with her travel, but not before a hand reached out to stroke the dark, furred thing that accompanied her. With a pat to its flank, she motioned slightly with her head to carry on and they well did.
How long she went on from there she did not know, time to an elf was a strange thing, but she was certain it was none too long for it was still very dead in night, alive only with cricket song, a drifting and virtual sea of glowing insects and the most distant hoot of an owl. Things became more wild here, that much she knew, but it was not that which startled her - at least in genuine surprise. For soon she found a path, yet not just any path, but one that banked and branched, accompanied by two other travelers. One was a man-bird, something she had recalled but could not place what they were in name, the other was a woman in the trappings of a huntress with sword.
She proved to speak with genuine and near innocent confusion, not truly aware enough as to what was transpiring if this was a decision she should be making or not as the shock of it, really its timing, was much too overwhelming for her to think clearly upon.
"I... I though I was the only one here tonight." She said, surrendering her natural camouflage from among the brush and trees where she stood and as typical of any wood elf, even one as tall and as fair as she, seeming to almost fade from the woodland into view.
@Guardian Angel Haruki@ihinka@JBRam2002
Before I just go about adding a post to keep things moving, as our resident champion of the ferine is well outside the major conversation that is taking place, if there is anything relevant, new or changed to the situation there, please let me know. Otherwise I will be content to stay with more reflection and introspection for Brannor, @Hekazu.
Misgendering a person in the state of California now carries a heavier prison sentence than stealing a gun and murdering a human being.
We all knew California was a lost state, that sooner or later it would begin to really pay for what it bought. I doubt this is going to be the end of it until this "sanctuary" nonsense is utterly and truly crushed as it well should be. No less, this is a particularly egregious case where favoritism and supposed importance of diversity won out over any amount of rationale thanks to social activism. Aren't we pleased and feeling good about ourselves to have these kind of people roaming free? Clearly they are contributing so much.
There is an extent to which all of us are typecast, @Cu Chulainn. Some of us choose to embrace this quality, others choose not to, as in my case I can only view it positively for myself. Either way, a triton is a first here as well to my eyes as I have not seen anyone choose that route for themselves.
If an objector hasn't the desire to perform the procedure under ethical or religious grounds, among others, they certainly should not be obligated to; the patient's rights do not supersede the potential doctor's as a standard, both are people, even if you consider the unborn to "not yet really be people". They are by objecting, quite literally, avoiding getting blood on their hands and instead opting to let someone else handle the touchy matter. Considering people somehow view butchery as a service to be provided, I think this practice of avoidance is a fair place to act on as at this rate the procedure of abortion I doubt to be going anywhere, so those against it should not be under any compulsion to perform it.
If someone does take issue with that, then perhaps it should be their duty to likewise find a place that performs the service that does not have opposition to it. I am sure that would not be too terribly difficult, but you could name any number of cases where people have demanded someone provides them a service. To my memory, no one can be forced to provide a service generally.
If someone does take issue with that, then perhaps it should be their duty to likewise find a place that performs the service that does not have opposition to it. I am sure that would not be too terribly difficult, but you could name any number of cases where people have demanded someone provides them a service. To my memory, no one can be forced to provide a service generally.
The Vale
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"Still you persist in this fool's tale of what is 'good' and what is 'evil'." The armored champion called up his rebuttal to Theodore as he turned into the follower's attempted grapple, using the weight of his heavy armor and his unnatural strength to prevent himself from being so endangered. Yet, his focus seemed placed elsewhere, not on the rogue bard and whatever new antics he had adopted throughout the entirety of the battle, especially now enveloped in a radiant fire, but instead this slayer of monsters; the flaring passions in the man and his faith seemed to draw a quelling rebuke.
One hand upon his blade, the other raised almost as though to strike, what came next was a sweep of the cloaked warrior's armored heel low at the templar's legs, which were well caught in the process. The mask-bearer, stepping back to initially catch himself, fell backward as the momentum carried through after having narrowly avoided being tossed to the ground in a crashing heap. In either case, the attacker stepped back and took a threatening sweep at the reborn mage, intending to keep her at bay lest she attempt anything now.
Then from beneath the lion's maw, the man turned to address the young, lithe monk who had been harrying him so, swiping the blade before him then letting it rest at hand, a fist clenched in visible frustration; "If you mean what it is you say, you will no more obsess over this 'Light'!"
As worse for wear the Green Man should well be, none of them showed the slightest of their injuries, at least not externally. Within they hurt, they well hurt at that, as they had been worn down so thoroughly by the combat and its fatigue. It tapped their motivations, their desires, their spirit - the closer they reached their limit, the more of themselves they seemed to lose in the process and become frayed.
@Cu Chulainn, @Gordian Nought, @Hekazu, @JBRam2002, @Rig
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Circle of the Shepard Druid and Animal Companion
These are the animals that are the reason why you don't see old animals in the wild. You don't see sick animals in the wild. You don't see lame animals in the wild, and its all because of the predator: the lion, the tiger, the leopard, all the cats.
Even if we haven't room, the easiest way to communicate and have your questions answered near real-time is on the Roleplayer Guild's Discord, which has a tabletop gaming section. Between myself and for certain @JBRam2002 there should be plenty of answers where. If not, feel free to send me a private message, but as it stands most questions about the game itself can probably be settled here in the out-of-character.
You should now have that information, @Guardian Angel Haruki. I think it might require some back and forth, but feel free to do what you wish with the last portion; consider me open to anything and more than happy to have something from a carefully crafted response to an outright randomly generated sample. Everything else I hope plays out well and vague enough that it fits, but if not, do let me know.
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