The Harbinger of Ferocity

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Douglas Song

Centerville Electric Corporation Windfarm

The abandoned gatehouse offered Song some much needed reprieve, being one of the few places if any he could see that wasn't plainly in the open. Of course had it been occupied he would have had to contend with its keeper, but that would have been far, far easier for him than most. Rendering others unconscious without needing too much force? Something he could do and do quite well. Yet what Song could not do well was contend with a helicopter of all things. Having been inside the small office, looking through its contents and drawers, even down to just where the chair was placed, what tipped the man off was a light among darkness in the distance, then the beating of its blades that sent a hum through the shack.

For a moment Song laid low, clinging just below the profile of the windows and creeping along their base. Now and then he peaked, only to see the aircraft drift about, searching the field for someone or something. Thinking quickly, the man's amber eyes scanned the dim office until he noted an answer - a pair of binoculars. If they were good enough for the guards to the windfarm, they were good enough for him, so Song snatched the tool and brought them close to his eyes.

What was the helicopter after and just who did it belong to?

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I will reply after our Dungeon Master does, @Claw2k11. I do not want to flood the one event we have with too much activity before we sort of get an answer and some direction. Sifting through piles of hurried conversation is never particularly fun as the head of the table.

Howdy

The more the merrier, @May96. I would suggest browsing not only those you know of but collaborating with your cohort to find others too, where time and availability affords of course. On a related note, speaking to forum activity, it more or less follows that of education; most active during periods where students are out of class for the day or after work, slowing most during exam periods. Keeping this in mind should make your posting life much less stressful.

Howdy

Greetings @May96,

Hopefully what you have heard about the Roleplayer Guild's "good stuff" holds up for you and your interests then. All the same, welcome to the forum and should you ever have any questions or comments, feel free to ask away. Here or in private, as well as the Discord, whatever you so wish and myself or others are likely to respond in short order. That in mind, do enjoy your time here with us and as a part of the community, your friend included.

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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.

Post a random fact about yourself.

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.

Post a random fact about yourself.

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.

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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."

Effects

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

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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