The Harbinger of Ferocity

Post a random fact about yourself.

I am partial to trees, predominantly conifers as with the pine tree of Douglas fir. There is something to their crispness of smell, its refreshing qualities and the way it accents the air, to the fact the trees have a particularly personable quality. At least in the sense they are not just evergreens, but that they are soft to the touch and harbor few insect annoyances. No less, for mountaineers familiar, the needles of a pine tree afford one a steady source of high concentration Vitamin A and C, in addition to making a reasonable option to protect one's self against pathogens with by using the tea as a wash instead.

What Are You Listening To?

Sign of the Gypsy Queen

I had never realized until today the album cover of The Nature of the Beast has a snarling big cat on it.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

The one time I do not play a beast race and some half of the party is. Oh well, at least Shaedra Galandoel is much outside my usual realm of character and characterization. A centaur at this point would be quite par for the course here.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

The elf woman seemed none bothered by the cat menacing the two to keep them in place, instead only crossing her arms and speaking over her shoulder briefly, "Don't worry about them unless they do something bad."

"And no, I did not kill them all! Some people killed some, others killed some others, some ran or got captured." Shaedra Galandoel admitted, stomping her foot among the foliage that surrounded them. At the moment some of it was retreating and slithering back like scattered serpents, all content to have done their part in preventing the escape. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, parting her arms again and allowing the sword to rest at her side.

"Just don't fight, it isn't worth it!" She stared intensely, or as much as she could muster given it felt as odd as it did. Normally this worked better when she was a leopard, but men could not understand her then. Or maybe they could? Usually it was lots of running away and yelling they did about a cat. Regardless, she carried on, "So show us your hands and we'll tie you up. Or else... or something equally bad! I don't know, we will figure that out if you won't just surrender."

@rush99999@Guardian Angel Haruki

What Are You Listening To?

Rock Me

At times I forget songs for years then hear it once recited to me in my mind, forcing me to seek it out again. This is one of those songs I had all but lost despite how fond of it I am.

Post a random fact about yourself.

As part of an investment portfolio, I allocate resources into precious metals, namely gold and silver. Shiny rocks they might be, people have a strange obsession with them and I tend to prefer planning for the long run of life, decades in advance. That said, it is a surprisingly surreal experience to see just what the object is and what value it holds in turn; how something so little, so relatively lacking in true applicable value, holds such great influence.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

I take it this has ground to a halt, unfortunately.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

All that is needed now are the weapons back for Brannor from @Lucius Cypher and we will see how it goes. Thus far I have a few plans, but no promises here that all the prisoners are going to be freed past Krets. I am not confident unless by a stroke of grace, even with Smite, that he could be downed efficiently in one blow if it came to it. I will figure something out to preoccupy them.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The folding of the outsider's arms across his chest and slight tip of his chin to his neck made a subtle message before he so much as spoke or reacted in other meaningful manner. The smoking man, assuming he was still on his watch, more or less ensured the slaves were going nowhere lest he raise the alarm, let alone the attempt to even free them being only questionably viable at that. He would do as requested, but only if it were achievable and by searching it out. Though he waited until the small one finished before looking to the half-blooded orc, who he noted earlier in the day saunter throughout the camp to unknown ends, presumably gathering means to ends.

"I will need my sword." Brannor spoke up, thinking that at the worst of it he might need kill the smoking man or at best fend off a potential threat. He did not stop there however, offering a nod and moving the conversation of rearming himself further, "As well as my other weapons."

Few as they were in number or diversity in kind, having more than just a sword itself was essential, especially a bow. If worst came to worst, Brannor began to drum up a plot to at least give the slaves and opportunity to escape as after all, fire made for a terrible motivator and distraction. It was the last thing he could think of, setting fire to a tent by knocking a lantern over at a distance by the work of his bow. The ensuing chaos as it grew and as a distraction would likely keep them busy. After all, their carelessness abounded here and it had been made clear they were not quite so watchful or wary of anything but him as they should be.

Though a last resort was just that, the only final option. If fate was kind the bearer of the pipe would be off elsewhere, but the hunter made no promises to himself or the world that was so true. The only thing that concerned him was the thrill of the hunt itself, could he control and maintain it if the opportunity arose and he did not so need to take it? The goal was to see if the people could be freed, if at all, not to become filled with killer fervor at the chance of justified revenge.

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Lucius Cypher@Gordian Nought@Norschtalen

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