A Lowly Wretch

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

Ah well, he could hardly be blamed for trying.

Stumbling upon his old Acquaintance as he were Thessir simply shook his head and chuckled under his breath.

"Making friends as usual I see." He joked to the wounded one, a wry grin stretched across his face. He heard the young man out as he basically went over things he already knew. At least the fellow had saved him time by confirming that no one with prior experience fighting Varjan was present here.

"Seems to be the common thought around here. The man's defeatid all comir's effortlissly, surily his nixt opponint will fall no diffirent, yes?" Thessir had paced away from his listener, waving his hands broadly as he spoke. He stopped, letting his arms drop to his sides. He stood still for a moment while his rhetorical question hung in the air.

"True... Or not true. It makes no diffirence now."

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With that said he turned suddenly leaning back on his heels as he leaned forward mildly, making a sort of pointing gesture to the wounded one.

"What matters is that They believe he won't lose." Swinging his arms back he crossed them behind his back as he started pacing to the right of the one he was speaking to.

"I have nothing to lose but much to gain, evin if I do not win." He turned on his heels and started pacing back the other way, unfolding his right hand from behind his back and pointing at the recovering fellow.

"For him success is expectid. If he wins all he'll do is meet expectations. If I win I'll shattir all those expectations. Heh, evin if I come close to winning I'll shock them all." Turning to face his attentive young audience of one he stuffed his hands in his pockets, standing still if only for now.

"I'm no strangir to fighting against the odds. Eviry fight so far I've been at a disadvantage. I'm growing quite used to it." He took his left hand out, holding it palm up near his side while he shrugged.

"Not to say I won't give it my all but being honist? I look forward to getting back to my research. These day walkir hours exhaust me." Tipping his head forward his hat's shadow fell before his face leaving only his grin visible as he stuffed his left hand back in his pocket.

"Win or not I'll give them a show..."

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He suddenly looked up, his smile much more friendly than his rather crazy grin from before.

"Ah, sorry. I'm sure your not intirestid in my ramblings. Thank you for letting me know where not to look though. I'll be turning my prepirations towards more concrete investmints of my time." He began to stroll leisurely towards the exit.

"I wish you a swift recoviry."

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Noodles - I'll let it slide but from now on I'm going to need to make a point of the fact that folks really need to let us know if they're going to be leaving for extended periods. Given how Ral wasn't engaged with anyone it wasn't too much issue but for those involved in anything unless it's an emergency then notice regarding one's prolonged absence will be required.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Noodles - There's no reason you can't rejoin so yes. I must ask, though, if you mentioned you were going to be away for long before you took an absence. My memory is somewhat sketchy so forgive me if I do not recall precisely.

Unheroic

@Lumiere - In regards to the hemomancer he was not native to the world of eternal night.

I'm leaning closer to going with my chipper zombie-knight character though. Seems easier to work into the setting personally though they could both work it seems.

Unheroic

This rp definitely tickles my fancy. I'm thinking I'll probably throw in one of two ideas into the mix. Here's a couple of abbreviated summaries:

A physically powerful but mentally slow yet needlessly optimistic undead that fights with a boat anchor she drug around the ocean floor for thousands of years. She's been re-reanimated after falling in the battle against the darkness consuming the lands that she fought mostly on a whim.

Or

A hemomancer who was banished from his universe for his heinous crimes to a world where the earth is under eternal night and vampires rule the lands. Trapped in a land of monsters he honed his talents hunting vampires and other creatures of the night. When the invading forces attacked this land he was defeated and the land laid to waste, the greater darkness consuming the lesser.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Just letting everyone know I'm largely waiting to see the scene at the library progress to it's end since it's currently the largest deity hub present. Once this meeting's resolved I'll do the ten day time skip where a new event will take place.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Daisy

Upon parting from her acquaintance Vanilla she had gone about the festival alongside her conjured servant, taking in the sights and observing a lot of the culture at work. She was largely more of an observer than a participant across the whole event, remaining detached from it all as she and her companion drifted from place to place. All in all it was a pleasant and insightful experience, a new world to take in and learn.

Come sunset she arrived at the stage where the realm's leaders were mentioned to make an appearance. Standing in the back with her hood up again she stood and listened on to this realm's leader make his announcements, her pale face concealed once again in the hood's dark shadow.

Having been standing at the back of the crowd herself she noticed two hooded figures not dissimilar to the ones she saw earlier looking on at the event as well. This wouldn't be too notable were the land's fashion more inclined towards dark hooded cloaks but aside from herself and her summon there were few denizens who took on this particular fashion.

She would not act upon this quite yet, opting to remain the observer for now while the main event was to initiate. She simply tried to keep a discrete eye on the other pair of cloaked figures, careful not to let them see her watching them in particular.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

With my latest post I bring forth giant rats. Because what good fantasy adventure goes without the most standard first task of any adventurer: Killing rats in the tavern basement?

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

To be honest it was a veritable sensory overload.

Not a single familiar face in sight. It was just a slew of demi-humans, archetypically dressed individuals and stuff that was downright alien to her breadth of experiences. She would have been fascinated were it not for the unfortunate fact that she was caught directly in the middle of it all as one of the more unusual creatures in an already unusual gathering. With everyone talking over one another, even creatures from the surrounding taking interest in them and adding their two cents, it wasn't feasible for parse everything that was going on let alone respond to any part of it individually.

"This... Can't be real. It's clearly a psychotropic hallucination." She confirmed to nobody in particular. Others seemed to denounce the possibility that this wasn't real but she couldn't even confirm if they themselves were real. She believed her mind was projecting personalities that were familiar to her onto ideas likely born from the character designs that were brought in, all tossed up in the subconscious stew of collective ideas inseminated into her by the media she regularly ingested like so many others.

She simply crossed her arms and closed her eyes. If this was all a delusion then she needed to remain grounded lest she hurt herself through involuntary motions born of perceived actions made in this hallucinatory trap. Such would have been fine too except there was still that continued hissing noise directly beneath her. Little had she known the acidic properties of her slime had been well at work on the wooden floor ever since she manifested. She suddenly felt herself lurch back with the sound of wood snapping, jarring her out of her little attempt at returning to the reality she knew. The snap was followed in a chain reaction by the sudden cracking sound which resulted from the floor giving out beneath her, bits of acid-bitten wood showering down beside her as she plummeted.

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Hitting the ground with a splat she quickly collected herself in the literal sense of the term, her form naturally forming back up into a humanoid shape given how it's the most familiar shape for her to assume. The world appeared to be swimming as her eye-spots swam about, quickly shuffling back where they belonged on her head. She reached up and gripped her wobbly designated head to try and alleviate that feeling that had taken hold of her since she arrived. The closest comparison she could liken it to would be sea sickness, that queasy feeling one gets like their insides are swimming about anytime their body's motion and their perceived motion is disconnected from one another.

Once she had her bearings about her she looked around at her sudden change in surroundings. It appeared she was now in the cellar given how she was surrounded by large casks. Beyond that she could see little given the lack of light sources below. Beyond the beam of light pouring down from the tavern's main floor she could see little past the darkness. She could, however, hear the delicate clattering of claws through vibrations such sounds produced across her skin. She could even hear the tremors of these movements through the surface she rested upon, able to pinpoint their locations with relative accuracy.

"Um... Hey, everyone?" She asked up to the opening in the hopes her peers were near enough to hear her.

"It's kind of dark down hear and I think I hear... Rats?" She was guessing at what these sounds might of been. The clattering was loud even for rats however. Whatever it was was a fair bit bigger than a simple sewer rat. Worse yet the idea of confronting such vermin sent a chill up her spineless back. Despite her fascination with things often regarded as disturbing or strange by many she was no less revolted by these things when personally confronted with them.

An unfortunate fascination indeed.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio - There's not really a set time. I'm mostly gonna let people resolve what they have going on for that day before I move it on to the tenth day.