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VKAllen
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STATUS: You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn. 1 yr ago
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You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn.
7 yrs ago
@Cyndyr, ho ho! Jk, I don't have the power to track that down.
7 yrs ago
Whatever credit is left is flushed down the toilet for them. #CNNBlackmail
7 yrs ago
Critically failing perception checks is in muh blood.
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7 yrs ago
I swear, I think Optus had some dickhead accidentally hit the restart button on their systems.
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Thank you for visiting my biography.
I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.
I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.
I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.
I hope to see you in another life.
I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.
I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.
I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.
I hope to see you in another life.
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I like this version better...
SPOOKEH!
The guards stick their noses where they shouldn't be. Always. 'We don't know shit about any Journeyman in the city' or 'Scram ya bandit filth". He'd rather stay away from being seen by the guards and loitered until an opportunity presents itself with the appearance of a horse-drawn carriage.
The steed let out a weary neigh and the merchant was restless... Seated on the shotgun of the well-worn cart wiping the sweat that dribbled softly along his tanned face as the guard approached him with their weapons stowed on their shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. This just the normal goods I be bringing from the South. Here's your damn papers..." The man continued to babble on as the guards seemed to contently allow the cart to pass. With a swift yoke of his reins, the horse carried on into the city and took a street towards the stables.
Mezzar. City's damn well crowded. Cities are always crowded. Center of trade, business and fuck-all partnership that ends with a pointy stick up your arse. He wasn't sure exactly why they chose this city in the first place-- but I guess it being a 'Free City', guess jobs are aplenty. The carriage finally arrived at its desired destination-- a stable structurally held together by a few misplaced rocks that supported the ceiling competently. He relaxed his limbs and allowed his fingers to leap away from the bottom of the merchant's cart, resting onto the stable's dry dirt floor tattered with hay and rolled to the side quickly. The merchant took notice.
"Hey... Hey you!" The tanned man called to him. Riance paid him no mind and continued walking as he frantically went to check his goods-- whom the man believe that he stole something.
It didn't take him long to stumble upon a busy market where people are strewn about with the attractions of merchants across the land. Baubles and trinkets that shine steal the eye... Almost a perfect set up for pickpockets and thieves to operate in. Problem was, most of the folk who were interested were poor, ragged and smelled like piss. Perhaps their pockets even have piss in it. Occasionally you could spot a wealthy man; surrounded by a group of guards who made the way for'em by forcefully pushing others aside. Then there's the wise rich men who dressed themselves the part of common folk. If only they don't smell so clean or have pale complexions.
He pushed people gently along their shoulders trying to cover some distance. The stream of people walking against his direction were vast. His pace doubled as he found a break among the wandering men and realised that people began to voluntarily open a path. Someone was coming. Riance took notice of the man running frantically with great strides. No doubt a thief based on the speed in which he ran and the body language he displayed. He was unsure if he had gotten away judging from his quick head turn. Should he leap into action? The Journeyman's code would suggest that he does. Then maybe...
He took hold of the neck of his spear and began his own stride. The man was running towards his direction; all Riance had to do was intercept. He swiftly slipped and slithered along the crowd, sliding the spear gently as to not cut any innocent man he passed. It wasn't exactly the thick forestry he was used to navigate but people make for good cushioning than trees or dirt. He was able to reach the runner just in time in front of him and swung the shaft of his spear towards the running man's chest. That's when he underestimated the man. He was able to duck under the shaft... Despite losing balance but quickly gathered his pace as he slipped away from Riance. "Athletic. Or at least good enough to have anticipated that." He gathered his breath and stowed the spear away. Riance had lost interest in the thief... He got away.
"Wasting my time thinking about him." Riance continued to walk towards his destination from the market, to the Journeyman's Headquarters.
The steed let out a weary neigh and the merchant was restless... Seated on the shotgun of the well-worn cart wiping the sweat that dribbled softly along his tanned face as the guard approached him with their weapons stowed on their shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. This just the normal goods I be bringing from the South. Here's your damn papers..." The man continued to babble on as the guards seemed to contently allow the cart to pass. With a swift yoke of his reins, the horse carried on into the city and took a street towards the stables.
Mezzar. City's damn well crowded. Cities are always crowded. Center of trade, business and fuck-all partnership that ends with a pointy stick up your arse. He wasn't sure exactly why they chose this city in the first place-- but I guess it being a 'Free City', guess jobs are aplenty. The carriage finally arrived at its desired destination-- a stable structurally held together by a few misplaced rocks that supported the ceiling competently. He relaxed his limbs and allowed his fingers to leap away from the bottom of the merchant's cart, resting onto the stable's dry dirt floor tattered with hay and rolled to the side quickly. The merchant took notice.
"Hey... Hey you!" The tanned man called to him. Riance paid him no mind and continued walking as he frantically went to check his goods-- whom the man believe that he stole something.
It didn't take him long to stumble upon a busy market where people are strewn about with the attractions of merchants across the land. Baubles and trinkets that shine steal the eye... Almost a perfect set up for pickpockets and thieves to operate in. Problem was, most of the folk who were interested were poor, ragged and smelled like piss. Perhaps their pockets even have piss in it. Occasionally you could spot a wealthy man; surrounded by a group of guards who made the way for'em by forcefully pushing others aside. Then there's the wise rich men who dressed themselves the part of common folk. If only they don't smell so clean or have pale complexions.
He pushed people gently along their shoulders trying to cover some distance. The stream of people walking against his direction were vast. His pace doubled as he found a break among the wandering men and realised that people began to voluntarily open a path. Someone was coming. Riance took notice of the man running frantically with great strides. No doubt a thief based on the speed in which he ran and the body language he displayed. He was unsure if he had gotten away judging from his quick head turn. Should he leap into action? The Journeyman's code would suggest that he does. Then maybe...
He took hold of the neck of his spear and began his own stride. The man was running towards his direction; all Riance had to do was intercept. He swiftly slipped and slithered along the crowd, sliding the spear gently as to not cut any innocent man he passed. It wasn't exactly the thick forestry he was used to navigate but people make for good cushioning than trees or dirt. He was able to reach the runner just in time in front of him and swung the shaft of his spear towards the running man's chest. That's when he underestimated the man. He was able to duck under the shaft... Despite losing balance but quickly gathered his pace as he slipped away from Riance. "Athletic. Or at least good enough to have anticipated that." He gathered his breath and stowed the spear away. Riance had lost interest in the thief... He got away.
"Wasting my time thinking about him." Riance continued to walk towards his destination from the market, to the Journeyman's Headquarters.
The vigorous blow from Felix's flat-edge sword blow was enough to sent the guard down onto the floor with a concussion. The guard twirled, the moonlight glistening around his eyes as he sees his fragile consciousness slowly slipping into a deep abyss and his body, a limp and awkwardly sprawled puppet laid bare onto the floor with a tin-like clanging.
The other guard-- shocked to have seen the boy's martial prowess locked his hands tightly onto his spear and allowed a charging cry as he drove the tip forward. "RRAAAARRRGGHHH!"
The elderly man inside of the building could hear the scream of the soldier beside the room. He gestured the two persons inside to hurry.
The other guard-- shocked to have seen the boy's martial prowess locked his hands tightly onto his spear and allowed a charging cry as he drove the tip forward. "RRAAAARRRGGHHH!"
The elderly man inside of the building could hear the scream of the soldier beside the room. He gestured the two persons inside to hurry.
"You'd have to do better than that to not get skewered two sides up." The guard gripped onto his spear firmly as he carefully directed its point to Felix.
"The way I see it, you'll land a graze on poor ol' sod and you end up with your guts on this stick. Surrender. You're utterly outnumbered."
The commotion continued to gather attention. An elderly gentleman whom had quietly sidestepped the guards quickly made his way towards the room in which Kathy had been held imprisoned. He noticed that the door had been left opened and gently allowed it to open with a push of his palm. As soon as he caught sight of the two persons inside, he signalled them to hush and keep themselves down. "Do as I say; follow me. This is not the time yet for questions." He had hoped that Kathy would recognise his attire.
"The way I see it, you'll land a graze on poor ol' sod and you end up with your guts on this stick. Surrender. You're utterly outnumbered."
The commotion continued to gather attention. An elderly gentleman whom had quietly sidestepped the guards quickly made his way towards the room in which Kathy had been held imprisoned. He noticed that the door had been left opened and gently allowed it to open with a push of his palm. As soon as he caught sight of the two persons inside, he signalled them to hush and keep themselves down. "Do as I say; follow me. This is not the time yet for questions." He had hoped that Kathy would recognise his attire.
Hello
Riance Stranger
Age: 30
Alias(es): The Stranger, Midget Slayer, Fox Hound
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality:
A hoodlum who found his fame through pit fighting. Riance is a patient and calculating man who ensures to exploit any weaknesses he finds. As a person he is quite honest and could be remarked as sarcastic at times. Speaking his mind whilst putting a twist of humour that he himself has grown fond of. He discovered that its the best way to reveal a person's weakness by taunting them to act rashly. While cautious, it does not mean that he is incapable of empathising with others... Although weirdly at that he may appear to be too accommodating.
Among one thing he hates most is recklessness. It is reflected through Riance's battles with Daveon, another pit fighter whom he has lost as many times as he won against. Its with great dishonour to be admitting that even sometimes recklessness could achieve a better result than patience.
Biography:
Cunning is Riance's middle name. Riance Cunning Stranger. A hoodlum without the smarts to be efficient in the slums could prove to be fatal. Every objective is met with precision and careful coordination of his natural assets. He never shy away from retreating if his cunning plan had folded for the worse. Countless trial and error refined him to become a proficient guerrilla fighter-- instilling fear and fury with his tactics that reveals weaknesses of his enemies. One day, he was made aware that there were an organised fighting pit hosted by one of the local lords and he travelled there looking to see if he could make a fortune using his ability sets.
Everything had went according to plan. Until a certain halfling stopped him in his tracks to be at the top. The fighter known as Daveon Axebane-- A midget whose name claims to be the breaker of all axes... Was a strange specimen for Riance to dissect. The halfling uses rage and recklessness as if that was his own middle name. His tactics while effective, do not often guarantee his victory. Daveon seems to reveal very little weaknesses... Maybe he has such a tiny brain that it doesn't register a wound like a normal halfling would.
Equipment: Long Hewing Spear, with Cross Guard. This pointy stick could also pass as a shortsword in the nick of the moment. Riance utilises this spear to keep enemies at bay or to capitalise upon his foe's weaknesses with powerful thrusts and cuts. He is clad with a suit of half-plate armour that protect parts of his body and limbs, allowing for better mobility and sufficient protection.
Skills:
- Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee - Riance carefully studies his opponent and attempts to find their weaknesses. Once found, he will exploit them until his enemy cease to live. During this time, he will appear to be fighting defensively; dodging attacks by a hair's distance and wrestling his enemy away from him to keep them at bay until he is ready to strike.
- Hit Hard and Hit Fast - Usually the result of the understanding his opponent. His movements will become more erratic to accommodate for his opponent's attacks and begin striking at vital points and retreating out of reach.
- Agile and Mobile - Self-explanatory. His lithe structure allows for easy getaways and flashy acrobatics.
- Self-Teaching - He learns and understands skill his own way.
Magic:
Light Rune - Uses a blast of light to blind his opponent in a pinch.
Misc:
Riance Stranger
Age: 30
Alias(es): The Stranger, Midget Slayer, Fox Hound
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality:
A hoodlum who found his fame through pit fighting. Riance is a patient and calculating man who ensures to exploit any weaknesses he finds. As a person he is quite honest and could be remarked as sarcastic at times. Speaking his mind whilst putting a twist of humour that he himself has grown fond of. He discovered that its the best way to reveal a person's weakness by taunting them to act rashly. While cautious, it does not mean that he is incapable of empathising with others... Although weirdly at that he may appear to be too accommodating.
Among one thing he hates most is recklessness. It is reflected through Riance's battles with Daveon, another pit fighter whom he has lost as many times as he won against. Its with great dishonour to be admitting that even sometimes recklessness could achieve a better result than patience.
Biography:
Cunning is Riance's middle name. Riance Cunning Stranger. A hoodlum without the smarts to be efficient in the slums could prove to be fatal. Every objective is met with precision and careful coordination of his natural assets. He never shy away from retreating if his cunning plan had folded for the worse. Countless trial and error refined him to become a proficient guerrilla fighter-- instilling fear and fury with his tactics that reveals weaknesses of his enemies. One day, he was made aware that there were an organised fighting pit hosted by one of the local lords and he travelled there looking to see if he could make a fortune using his ability sets.
Everything had went according to plan. Until a certain halfling stopped him in his tracks to be at the top. The fighter known as Daveon Axebane-- A midget whose name claims to be the breaker of all axes... Was a strange specimen for Riance to dissect. The halfling uses rage and recklessness as if that was his own middle name. His tactics while effective, do not often guarantee his victory. Daveon seems to reveal very little weaknesses... Maybe he has such a tiny brain that it doesn't register a wound like a normal halfling would.
Equipment: Long Hewing Spear, with Cross Guard. This pointy stick could also pass as a shortsword in the nick of the moment. Riance utilises this spear to keep enemies at bay or to capitalise upon his foe's weaknesses with powerful thrusts and cuts. He is clad with a suit of half-plate armour that protect parts of his body and limbs, allowing for better mobility and sufficient protection.
Skills:
- Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee - Riance carefully studies his opponent and attempts to find their weaknesses. Once found, he will exploit them until his enemy cease to live. During this time, he will appear to be fighting defensively; dodging attacks by a hair's distance and wrestling his enemy away from him to keep them at bay until he is ready to strike.
- Hit Hard and Hit Fast - Usually the result of the understanding his opponent. His movements will become more erratic to accommodate for his opponent's attacks and begin striking at vital points and retreating out of reach.
- Agile and Mobile - Self-explanatory. His lithe structure allows for easy getaways and flashy acrobatics.
- Self-Teaching - He learns and understands skill his own way.
Magic:
Light Rune - Uses a blast of light to blind his opponent in a pinch.
Misc:
Fantasy you say? I'm in.
The pursuit is ongoing with approximately eight guards running after the warrior. By happenstance... Ganford is patrolling thw current warrior's route and easily heard the commotion in front of him, with firm suspicion and annoyance smearing his demeanour. After a moment's pass, he sees the boy running and toppling over objects and things causing hindrance to the guard's chase with an exceeding amount of noise.
Ganford allowed the boy to pass and halted one of the pursuing soldiers from the group by addressing his name, stern and vindictive. "Stop, Jairus! Report!" The soldier halted his advance and frantically reported to the Captain.
"Its that messenger boy, Captain. Roderic said the boy aims to kill Lord Stefan! Roderic and the others tried to catch him to no avail!" Ganford was disturbed by the fact that they were so... Stupid.
"Tell me something Jairus." The man leered.
"S-sir?"
"How do you plot a murder?"
"Umm, sir, secretly, of course. Wouldn't want the water pot to spill."
"Correct. Therefore... What do you deduce from a boy who claims that he will kill Lord Stefan?" There was a mokment of pause.
"That we need to stop him from getting to Lord Stefan?"
The guard captain shook his head, a palm over his face.
"Station four guardsmen by Lord Stefan. Make sure to check over walls and anything above your heads. That boy is a mere distraction. Go. Now!"
"Yessir!"
The guard immediately ran to comolete his objective. Ganford immediately observed the ceiling above the corridor, suspicious of a possible second man involved in this ruckus. He adjusted his tunic and began his search.
As Felix ran past the room assigned to Kathy, guarded by three guardsmen protecting the two doors by the main entrance, two of them attempted to rush in front of Felix and grab him from the front. If they fail, one would give chase to Felix.
<Yaun is not making an appearance yet.>
<I suggest: Kathy to trick the guards into coming into the room and for the thief to help Kathy with her escape.>
Ganford allowed the boy to pass and halted one of the pursuing soldiers from the group by addressing his name, stern and vindictive. "Stop, Jairus! Report!" The soldier halted his advance and frantically reported to the Captain.
"Its that messenger boy, Captain. Roderic said the boy aims to kill Lord Stefan! Roderic and the others tried to catch him to no avail!" Ganford was disturbed by the fact that they were so... Stupid.
"Tell me something Jairus." The man leered.
"S-sir?"
"How do you plot a murder?"
"Umm, sir, secretly, of course. Wouldn't want the water pot to spill."
"Correct. Therefore... What do you deduce from a boy who claims that he will kill Lord Stefan?" There was a mokment of pause.
"That we need to stop him from getting to Lord Stefan?"
The guard captain shook his head, a palm over his face.
"Station four guardsmen by Lord Stefan. Make sure to check over walls and anything above your heads. That boy is a mere distraction. Go. Now!"
"Yessir!"
The guard immediately ran to comolete his objective. Ganford immediately observed the ceiling above the corridor, suspicious of a possible second man involved in this ruckus. He adjusted his tunic and began his search.
As Felix ran past the room assigned to Kathy, guarded by three guardsmen protecting the two doors by the main entrance, two of them attempted to rush in front of Felix and grab him from the front. If they fail, one would give chase to Felix.
<Yaun is not making an appearance yet.>
<I suggest: Kathy to trick the guards into coming into the room and for the thief to help Kathy with her escape.>
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