Assallya

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

The elven gypsy girl was beginning to like the group that was being formed and then the rogue came in. Assallya didn't like the inclusion of another woman. Women weren't quite so easily manipulated as the men were and men were less protective of a singular woman when others were about. Still, at least this woman did not appear ladylike. She didn't move like a typical woman. There was grace to her but not a lady's grace. It was the grace of a predator stalking her prey and yet... Assallya couldn't put her finger on it. There were some movements that didn't feel right, something other than restrained violence. She was concealing something in her movements.

She found herself regretting her choice of attire. Maybe she should have gone with the wizardly garb, or the duchess outfit, or her thief leathers... something more worthy of respect than a common gypsy girl who may as well have been dancing atop the table than sitting at it.

Striking a more regal posture she sat up straight in the high backed chair and calmly placed one hand over the other on the table, looking every bit a porcelain queen.

Pariah (.hack//SIGN-inspired RP) — Discussion & Interest Check

I'm still here

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Assallya didn't know what the fuss was concerning the Duergar. There was no underdark beneath the shifting sun scorched sands of Calimshan. To her he was only a dusky skinned dwarf. It made her curious as there were others that looked just as dangerous. Still, it was looking to be a decent group of warriors to protect her and do the fighting for her. That was a requirement for any endeavor she set out upon.

The elven gypsy's skirts swished back and forth as she Followed along in the procession and into the keep proper. She had to admit, she had expected more. She had seen brothels more lavish. By the nine hells, her former master and pasha back in Calimshan had a better estate. This caused her some concern, particularly in the area of if the lord could actually follow through on whatever promises were made.

Wandering the hall aimlessly she swept her hands across surfaces, her delicate fingers brushing works of art that she deemed to be little more than then work of hobbyists. The far north was so spartan, so utilitarian. it was as if they concentrated every iota of their being on survival. How boring.

Pariah (.hack//SIGN-inspired RP) — Discussion & Interest Check

My general opinion Gowi... ignore any criticisms. You can make your plot any way you so wish. If anyone has a problem with your ideas they can start their own thread.

Further, if you ask me, your Virtual Gaming system feel a lot like the Oblivion video game. There are no classes there either. You want to get stronger you lift things. You want to be a better swimmer you jump in a river or lake and move about. You want to be good with a sword you pick one up and whack some goblins.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

The garishly painted vardo wagon rocked as it passed into rutted area of hardened muck before the town gates. It rocked and jostled, iron springs squeaking between the wooden slats as they attempted to compensate for the rough terrain. The sole occupant of the wagon, a blonde elven woman winced even through the many cushions she had arrayed on the wooden bench.

"By Myrkul's shrivelled black balls..." she muttered as she gripped the reigns for the draft horse that pulled the wagon, "what is it with this entrance, my tits are falling off!"

Ahead, the gates of this gods forsaken town lay open but guarded, presumably against the orcish hordes that were perpetually upon the minds of the local smallfolk. They were currently frisking a man, questioning him on his intentions, his profession and whatever other useless questions that guards were wont to ask.

The elven woman was a ravenous thing, with long lustrous golden curls and skin fair as new fallen snow. This day she wore her gypsy outfit. The colourful skirts arrayed about her bare legs. Her crimson blouse wrapped around her generous bosom. At her side, concealing her loaded crossbow was an oud, her instrument of choice. Yes, today she was a simple gypsy.

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

Bah... None of your character concepts matter. I will destroy all those that do not abase themselves before me!

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

Human only for now

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3995436

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

I don't really see a problem mechanically with all Darius' weaponry. Most are small and unencumbering.a

However, that being said there are likely sociological problems to displaying so many items brazenly. It screams thief and assassin on a job and I imagine guardsmen will likely question him regularly and merchants would have a heart attack if he entered their store.

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

Maybe someone from the first page could find it in his or her heart to copy and paste the list of submitted and accepted characters to the first page of the interest check?

I would but I didn't post until somewhere around page ten or more.

Fortune or Fate?

I rather enjoyed the dialogue Marcus. Now comes me filler post. The real action is the conversation between our Ragman and our Chrome Bucket.