Xaltwind

Overlord: Momento Mori

Welp. We're boned. _Ba-dum-tish~

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litty

@Afro Samurai

Huh?

EDIT:

Hostile encounter triggered!

- Hawklen
Class: Bard
Level: 29
Weapon: Rapier

- Krenna
Class: Barbarian
Level: 26
Weapon: Studded Club

- Norbert
Class: Ranger
Level: 25
Weapon: Crossbow, short sword

- Glum
Class: Wizard
Level: 34
Weapon: Magic, staff

If you intend to attack anyone in your next post, please contact me for a collab, as all your actions will be reacted to by the opponents.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

The finest piece of ass he's seen all day will have to suffice.

@Asuras

Inbefore Serafaye. o3o

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

So distrusting! Your childhood must've been horri- oh wait...

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Everyone just wants to fight... What happened to using your Intimidate or Diplomacy skills!? D:

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

strange heaps lying on the side of churches stirring drinks is no basis for a system of government...

@Click This

You shut your anarchic butt! If you got to decide how the goverment was governed we'd all be dictated over by naked wolf-girls eating apples and rolling around in open-air wagons! WHICH ADMITTEDLY SOUNDS GREAT ON PAPER BUT DOESN'T WORK IN THE REAL ADULT WORLD! D<

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>The strange heap that had been laying off to the side in the church began to stir.

That's you, Asu.

@ERode

No it's not... XD

@Asuras
You're free to post in the IC, and I would suggest reading the posts and paths of ERode, Click This, OwO and PigeonsOfAstora. They're currently the group that is out in the "open", so to speak, and would be the group you could join up with.

The group of Kazemitsu, Afro Samurai and The Irish Tree are currently locked into a location which prevents entry and escape, so joining their group won't really be feasible until they clear (or die trying) their event. :)

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@Kazemitsu,@Afro Samurai,@The Irish Tree
The Church just south of the Ruin's Center:

As soon as the great lizard warrior began to draw closer to the man, even though he was trying to scooch to the far side of him, he'd notice something. The strange heap that had been laying off to the side in the church began to stir. The strange man in robes merely looked at Kaze as he moved about, his bulging eyes staring, while one twitched at random and lost its focus, before resuming to watch.

"Not pilgrims? Not supplicants? Choice? You have none." The man then said, clasping his hands together and wringing them tightly into a knot infront of himself. "This is the house of the Gods, you pass through when they say so. They haven't said so. You stay. Like them. They all stay." He spoke, voice hoarse and speech jittery. "Be not afraid, no harm becomes you here. You are safe, oh yes so very safe. In here you are protected, the Gods' halls shield you. And shielded you must be, yes, yes, yes, yes, from the great evil... The falsehood taints all hearts, so many lost, so many." He shook his head, with a palm upon his forehead for emphasis at the supposed travesty, as he craned and arched backwards in apparent, or supposed, grief.

Then he snapped back to his former, slightly hunched stance at took his eyes off Kaze, glaring instead now at the elven girl and elven paladin over at the opposite ends of the church. A wide smile spread across his emaciated face.

"Ah! But you are pilgrims! Yes, look! The Gods hold your shoulders! So radiant, so glorious! Come from afar to these forsaken plains, no doubt to do the Gods' work, mmmm'yeeees?" He seemed very excited now, stepping forward and off the slightly elevated piece of floor where the altar and podium had once-upon-a-time stood. His hands were swiftly being rolled infront of him, as if he was kneading his own fingers. "Come, stand, walk, sing. Children of Light, such brilliant light, you must work and join with the Gods. Oh yes, you must.... You. Must." His eyes narrowed and the wolfish grin on his face was quite unpleasant. His spasming eye flicked over to look at the heap to the side, which was now still once again. "Just. Like. Them."

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@ERode,@Click This,@PigeonOfAstora,@OwO
Center of the Forgotten Ruins:

Hawklen smiled in the way only a pretty boy could, and was about to answer the questions posed by the brown haired, blue eyed noblewoman atop her horse - but before he could, the tattood amazoneess-of-a-woman next to bellowed in anger.

"Whasasat ya pompous hussie? Ya 'cusin us o' tryin' somethin'? You's be the one who ain't gotten off yer damn 'orse yet, 'n the one with 'er 'ands on 'er blade!!" She barked in her deep, rumbly, and not particularly eloquent way of communicating.

Hawklen looked - though only for the briefest of moments - irked by the sudden outburst of his companion. But before any could point out or take in his discontent, the same old playboy-smile was back on his lips, and he offered Artemisia a deep, courteous bow, removing his hat in a flourish.

"Milady, you wound me!" He half-said, half-exclaimed. "Did I not suggest we work together? But such distrust! I can assure you that we have no intent of foul play." He tried to assuage. Rising again, and putting his dapper hat back atop his head, he looked at the three nobles with a casual expression. "My good friend, Glum, over there, isn¨'t casting a spell. He's mute." The young man said off-handedly. "You see, his father was a wizard and alchemist, who tested his brews on his own son. Sad as it is, one of those drinks burned dear Glum's throat so bad that he can't speak anymore." Hawklen explained, giving the wizard at his back a single glance. "As for Norbe." He looked around. "He's our scout! I'm sure he stepped out to survey the area and find the best way to go about ascending the tower to our mutual treasure."

Krenna had, at this point, taken steps towards Artemisia, though she still wasn't close enough to be within striking-range with her fang and claw-studded club. Glum's mouth had stopped moving, as had the rest of the man, and he just stood silent, staring from the beneath the shadow of his hood that covered his eyes, ever silent, ever unmoving. Hawklen then looked up at the horse-mounted lady and smirked.

"But despite my comrade's inelegant choice of words, milady, she [idoes[/i] have a point." He said, voice still smooth but a bit less friendly than before. "You're sitting up there, on your horse, with a hand on your sword, seemingly ready to trample us when we've given you nothing but cordial treatment, _{some present company excluded}. Why don't you come on down, relax a bit and discuss the future of our cooperation, hm?" He suggested, reaching a hand up towards her, as if to help her dismount. The bard did turn his head towards Cecilia and Locke though.

"And please, don't be shy! Speak your names and your wishes as well, friends! We're all on the same side here after all."

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Wretch has been added to the Waitlist. :)

And yeah... The stats are a bit wonky, Asura. I didn't do a great job with them. Just think of them as an overall collection of things, as opposed to having a single purpose.

INT is both your MP, how easily you learn, how inherently smart you are and how well-educated you are. As an example.