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My apperception chaffs upon the facetiously trifling bevy of Polluten Mephistopheles who have posted in the last three days.
Thanks, @pugbutter!
@Reia
Hey, just stumbled across this RP this last Sunday. I may have missed this in the thread, but will you be accepting applications to go on the waiting list after the RP launches?
Where is everyone?! I don't want this RP to die.
I can't post, since my character is currently unconscious, and I really thought we'd go somewhere with this whole cultist raid, or whatever.
@Shadow Dragon@YeetMeister@Elevation@HokumPocus@Mataus
The Bear looks around, and stops fighting. Confusion and concern both squander his beady eyes as if he hadn't been taking in information until just now. All of a sudden, his pupils shrink slightly, although his eyes remain black, but his fur shrinks slightly shorter on his torso, and human flesh is visible under it in some parts. His face and build turn slightly more humanoid as Borthric enters his human-bear hybrid state. "No," spews from the lip of the hybrid, although his prior form did not have the capability of speech. "No ones laughing. Oh... I've hurt people again it all just happened so fast..."
The fur on Borthric shrinks back to only body hair, and Borthric shrinks by about a foot. Now, standing before Brakes, Tristan, and Hark is the woozy, human form of Borthric. He staggers for a moment, then leans forward, obviously drunk, (although his hybrid form showed no drunkenness.) and attempts to plant a kiss on Brakes's cheek multiple times, although he doesn't succeed in any of the attempts. "Wasn't that amazing, Avrrin?" Borthric stumbles around a bit more before finally falling over on the floor, his clothes in shreds around him. The bigger they are, the harder they fall - And this brute likely has the worlds biggest hangover.
Sorry folks! I'm recovered now (Mostly), and I'll post tomorrow.

had this sickness for 3 goddamn weeks!
What do you mean? Is everyone waiting, or are you waiting for everyone. Are you guys waiting for me to respond in the posts? And I'm sorry, I've been recovering form Strep Throat.
The Bear that once was Borthric roars in agony as a knife lodges into his lower calf. He touches it for a moment, but quickly refocusses on evading the flaming table hurtling toward his face. He stoops down to dodge it, the knife in his leg twisting in an akward angle making the Bear roar again. He recovers quickly, though, and as swiftly as he ducked, he pulls the knife out, and heads in a straight, four-legged, aerodynamic sprint toward the teifling who is distracted by another social conflic, and that the Bear believes wronged him. The Bear rushes up, swiping away rubble. Both of his arms raise directly above the devilman's head, in a perfect trajectory to slam Brakes's face into the hard, stony floor of the tavern, about to bash it straight in. The Bear is clearly not in the mood to end this fight easily...
I'm waiting for @Elevation to post what Hark does before I continue with Borthric. Also, @Shadow Dragon since when did Brakes care about people? I know, I shouldn't be RP policing, but it just seemed a bit strange to me.
The ravenous Bear jerks back in pain, clearly confused as to what is happening. It covers it's eyes and face with it's behemoth claws. After stumbling backward into a table were a Kobald and a couple of halflings and gnomes are seated, causing the table to snap and mugs of ale to fly everywhere, the Bear stands back up, furious and frustrated. It charges forward and sweeps broadly with it's claws, slashing not just the teifling, but also shredding a barrel of liquor. His claws continue in an ark headed right toward Hark and Beth.
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