The Harbinger of Ferocity

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Revenge of the Dragon

I may speak only unofficially of course, @Cu Chulainn, but I believe the answer to be "No." as we have yet to hit that critical mass point of too many players. I would still say to finish your character and submit it, even if you are likely to be declined. Such is just my mindset on the matter though, truthfully I have no answer for you.

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The fear of the grave never held much grasp over me; we all experience it some day. I suppose, despite this, that a small set of prior near death experiences and brushes with finality sort of particularly condition one, including myself, to it, as do the realities of living some walks of life. In a way it is the next thing after, both terrifying and profound. All I really think any should do with their time is to live a good life or at least as much as they can. That is what I chose to attempt at least.

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The one character I wish to use the most I have the least likely odds of ever getting to legitimately use. Great cats seldom have much a place in any topic, let alone modern ones, and I am not the sort to wedge something into a setting where it probably does not belong. The end result is a line of various human characters who I sadly hold little attachment to following my wake.

Revenge of the Dragon

The nobleman crossed his arms, lifting his chin a bit as he observed the man depart hastily once the outsiders had succeeded in their intervention. At last stepping forward, he addressed the priestess with a slight nod, shooting the half-blooded elf a glance and a nod as well. Imposing himself into the conversation, his gauntlets came to rest on his belt and his address began quite simply, starting with the company nearest to him and working out.

"Not to interject," The bald, lean man noted to the hound of men, then next on to the woman of the church whose steps they gathered beside, "But perhaps it would be for the best for outsiders to attempt to remedy this issue." His slate eyes eased and he smiled, giving a soft bow while allowing an arm to fall across the chain and tabard on his chest, the other at his armored girdle.

"Forgive my manners as well, but this is an interest of nobility, something I needed to address on behalf of the peerage I share with them. You, my dear, may address me as Lord Beaduric."

The man returned to standing, his posture far less formal than it just had been, but he carried on in calm, almost serene demeanor. "Perhaps I could even persuade you, on account that it is my duty as a knight-errant as well, that I too need look into this matter personally... but, I could certainly use fellows."

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Lord Beaduric introduces himself and attempts to lend credibility to Tamarack Vanna's request, even assuring the priestess the man will not go alone in it and that the serious situation seems to have attracted peers of the feuding families, as well as the claims made.

@Phrax@Caitimus@Claw2k11@Delta44@rush99999

Revenge of the Dragon

Only some of the characters were aware of one another, @Delta44. It varies per individual however, as in example @Claw2k11's character knows mine in slightly more than passing due to their shared military history, but they do not really know one another. Some might already be aligned in a small collective.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

"Rope?" At first the woman's confusion got the better of her, seeing the bandit still entangled but as the forest began to return to its not so animate self she recalled just why this was important, "Oh, right, rope. We will need that."

Pointing at the bandit after, staying a few feet away and keeping the deadly curve of her scimitar concealed against the back of her, the elf announced her demands to the likely disoriented figure. The man had spent a minute, more or less, fighting off vines that might well have choked him if the magic were any more dangerous, the underlying energy of the wood responding aggressively to her beck and call, perhaps even more angry than she even knew or understood. All the same, she made it clear she wasn't not here to toy with the man or her expectations.

"Don't try anything funny, you! You and your friends lost, so be nice and we won't hurt you. I just have questions!" She rattled on, looking to Jacoby with a bit of loss of words. What else was she exactly to say? Surely there was something more that needed to be said, probably elegantly and not so transparent. That was how people spoke, right? They were not like animals who were notoriously bad at lying or concealing how they really felt.

Either way she frowned and awaited the bandit's reaction, good or bad. If it came to a fight, she wasn't about to give him a second chance.

@rush99999@Guardian Angel Haruki

What Are You Listening To?

Same Direction

The entire album of The Reason as well as I had not paid it mind in years until as of late it, among others, returned to me in recall.

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I write at my best when somewhat deprived of sleep and when I do not read what it is I am writing. The feedback I receive visually interrupts the process and slows, degrades, and weakens the information I am attempting to convey. For many reasons, these included, I attempt to evoke this state of being when I need write particularly well or for a long period. Other influences and distractions further erode any quality or sensibility to it, be it the presence of others to noise.

Revenge of the Dragon

For the man that was Andhere Beaduric the squabble unfolding and attracting a number of onlookers was, without any doubt in his mind, a spectacle that would come to serve no one well. If not just because it was their station being disrupted, that they peasantry was coming to gawk, but if it came to blows upon the streets and blood down steps, the feuding families would demand further retribution - be it at the hand of the local magistrates, the sanctions of the church, or even to arms against one another until one would submit by force. It was this that caused him to near the scene, dabbing a bit of his forehead with a cloth before returning it behind the breast of his armor. One hand upon the hilt of sword that rest in his belt, the man used the other to guide aside some of the gawking onlookers. While few of them recognized just who he was, some quickly realized anyone bearing such noble adornments was a person of station and privilege, a world apart from them.

As he came to the edges of the babbling conflict, his ear's drew in the last bit of words uttered, though certainly from outsiders all the same, "... You can start acting your age, settle this argument in a civil manner, and then go about the rest of your day. Or you can continue to act like misbehaving children and be punished as such. Choose wisely."

Despite being there on the front line, steps away from the unfolding scuffle, the baron held his tongue for the moment, sizing up all the members so involved. Two distinct factions were evident, punctuated by their colors; the Aderans and the Hydes. With a long drawn breath through his nose, the knightly figure soon stood more rigid, a soft tilt to his head as he then so inspected the interlopers. Whoever they were, namely the large draconic being, their hearts seemed to be in the right place but for what reasons he could only guess. In fact, it left him to wonder some, especially as an air of familiarity hung over the situation at hand, at least with some of its members.

For the time being however? The seasoned noble allowed his presence to do more of the speaking for him. One of the families was likely to recognize him and in truth, it seemed those intervening already had a plot in motion. The real question was, who would bend knee and tuck their tail so as to not embarrass themselves further before a temple, its clergy, and the town, and who would attempt to fend for their honor no matter what the price was?