The Harbinger of Ferocity

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The colors I am most partial to are green, tan, and brown, as they are easy upon the eyes in the majority of cases and feel the most welcoming as well as most practical. Blue has a related place there as it just feels entirely appropriate, yet the color itself I feel but limited connection to and interest. It sort of floats among the three, somewhere in between.

Revenge of the Dragon

Then know we wish you well, @Caitimus, not just for the game's sake either. Keeping this in mind, I have attempted for Lord Beaduric to make a call for the party to be, even if the band is a most unlikely one. The man might be without the swords of his peers, but pledges all around to sort the matter out I think is a fair way to try and gather the group into something remotely cohesive.

Revenge of the Dragon

"Good, good, pledges all around." The silvered nobleman beamed with a pleasant grin, laying a gauntlet upon the great scald arm of the towering dragonborn, continuing on in his dialogue, "As it seems that was a wise choice in my doing. To have your pledge as well is a welcome outcome of that decision, is it not?"

Withdrawing his hand, the paladin at last came to note the woman speak up amidst the diffusing but still very much lively chaos; many voices, challenges, concerns, exchanges. It was all rattling as they went to get in edgewise, but the old knight was not about to let it get away from him, oh not in the slightest. He turned to survey the crowd, some of which was dispersing others of whom were drawing in, all for varied interests or purposes. Boldly, to so form those invested and whatever rewards might come, the tabard chested man in his old, worn-in chain spoke up.

"If you haven't business to attend to, dear people, the display is over. For those of you bold enough to try your hand at remedying this issue on your own honor, perhaps you should consider stepping forward." His voice carried, just loud enough for any onlooker to overhear. Granted the peasantry by and large were not about to pledge themselves to some cause of the nobility, they had not the desire or audacity to step out of line for most, and certainly were devoid of the means to undertake a quest as dubious in nature as to put down two quarreling families.

But what rewards would come? Honor? Wealth? Adventure? Surely some measure of them all.

@Phrax@Caitimus@Claw2k11@Delta44@rush99999

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Despite having nearly lost an ear in youth, I have never worn the cone of shame and this I am proud of.

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I am not particularly graceful at any given moment as the world feels all too small, too distant, and at the same time all too far away; I handle myself best outside of urban and close confines, having no issue traversing even loose soil or earth, let alone scree fields or woodland as it all "feels" that I may predict it. Thanks to this, it only adds to my compulsion to ensure everything is in its exact place around me, lest it be knocked over or off the table or run into it. The sole time I tend to compensate, even too much so for this lack of dexterity, is in the height of an adrenaline rush.

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My memory has unusual ways of manifesting itself and I in part suffer from some extent of face blindness as prosopagnosia. I cannot recall dates, numbers, or names of many until repeatedly exposed to them, so much so I need consciously recite them, and the most efficient way I identify people is by their stance, gait, and voice, but I can recall certain recited bits of information verbatim time and again.

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I sleep best when the environment is cold rather than hot. After all, what else would one expect?

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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?

Revenge of the Dragon

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.

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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.