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I enjoy roleplaying, a lot more then I would like to admit. My favorite genres are medieval, sci-fi, and dungeons and dragons style role plays. I find myself okay with GMing my own roleplays, but I would rather be involved in a roleplay where I dont have to build something all the way up and then regulate that role play as well as run it. I have many oc's as well, all made to fill in for different purposes.

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Okay, options I can either throw jump scares at every fellows watch or we can do a time skip with Jarvis waking most of the group up and it will be a pretty uneventful night.
"Well you can say she lost her head over the whole ordeal..." She said with a smile. " Literally and metaphorically. I guess she refused to accept that a human was able to steal her tome and accused my mother, the accusation followed with curses and threats that she apparently didn't back up. My mother is not one to take such things lightly and as a matriarch of a house she had a reputation to keep. Basically your mistress won't ever have the chance to come after you. That's how bad the tantrum was." She shrugged it off. "Not that I really cared anyways,... deep down I think my mother was looking for an excuse to kill her. Being a rival and all." Vivian admitted. That's what drow society was,... nothing but backstabs and house wars. I mean we did get the chance to do an occasional surface raid, but that was a rare case sometimes. She sometimes wondered if her mother was still alive or not. The chaos she started by leaving must have been a very big one. Her smile transforming into a smirk. She sighed and shook her head. "Let's just forget our lives in the underdark, to be honest there was nothing great about it. Life as a drow was even numbered when you were down there. Trust was.... well you can say fuck trust, it was every drow for themselves down there." She added. Now she was among a group that she could probably trust. The only one she didn't was Xavio and Malkai. The orc was easy pickings and she didn't care for her that much. Catarina and Alyssa were pretty welcoming.
"I have all the friends I need right now,... sure more will be gained hopefully in the future, but for now I am content with life on the surface."

She then yawned and figured it was time to hit the bed roll. She looked to Bernard. "You help Catarina with her watch. You see anything out of the norm you tell her. Got it?" Bernard nodded and waved his right wing in a sarcastic form. Vivian sighed and shook her head. With that she climbed into her bedroll and closed her eyes.
@Ryonara tbh I don't mind the flooding. At least its not a bunch of one liners like in freestyle
Nope, nothing exciting that Malkai hadn't already explored.
Well there it is... I didn't need to reveal what she had been up to but felt it wouldnt hurt if I did.
Vivian smiled,... "So it was you who stole her book,... oh good if you had only stayed around to see her tantrum." Vivian said with a smirk. She then nodded with a shrug as she tried to sum up the ability of a sorcerer. "Your pretty much right,... I mean the only thing that limits a sorcerer is her knowledge of the spells she is casting. If she don't know it exists she can't really cast it. Certain spells I do avoid casting though. Specifically ones that summon demons, don't even know why my kin still do sometimes. They are very uncontrollable and will turn on you the moment the know you can't. One idiot had summoned a balor but was so experienced it pretty much laughed at him and left him there on the floor." Vivian then looked over to the spot where the orc had been sitting to see her gone. Well shit Catarina wasn't just not seeing her. Where the hell did the orc go?... oh well. At least they wouldn't have to put up with her smell now. Vivian looked over at her Raven and patted him on the head as she placed her bowl down and let him finish the stew for her.

"I had plenty of choices for a familiar too,... but Bernard here caught my eye the most. How the light catches his black feathers making them shine. Of course I didn't have to pick a familiar. They told me the risks when I did,... but I didn't care. Bernard has acted as my eyes for quite along while. Of course, the fact I taught him to speak common comes in handy." She added.

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Jarvis remained asleep easily falling into the dark abyss of the deep sleep. On the other hand their orc found her way to wonder around the ruins, she saw the same entrance and waited for when the bird had left his perch and then ascended and entered the temple. She was hoping she could get the chalice and leave before anyone else entered. Then get the reward for herself. She smirked her large tusks poking out as she thought she was so clever. Of course this was her last mistake in her pitiful life. As she climbed up and over the ledge what she saw was almost pitch darkness. Luckily for her natural dark vision she was able to see some what. It was not as good as a drows but she felt it was better then most. She climbed down inside and began to wonder about. She had no idea where this chalice actually was nor where to look. However, she aimed to continue looking no matter what. She started by looking at the statues seeing if there were any clue. They looked like they were of bone and the swords they held of steel. The swords were a bit old though and some sand had dried one them in spots. As she took a closer look and felt the rib cages she was amazed. It was actually bone,... what kind of temple was this? As she went from statue to statue she did not even notice of one of them move its head.

It emerged from its spot and followed behind her quietly until its foot hit against a rock. Quickly she turned and saw its visage. She rose up her great sword and was about to cry out but it moved its hand fast to cover her mouth. With the other it jabbed it's two handed sword through her gut and twisted it. It's empty visage waiting for her face to look the same. Once it was satisfied and the life left her body. It pulled the sword out and let her body drop.

The statue then returned to its position and continued it's guard of the great temple.
Lol just noticed someones post reminding me to put something for my orc.... I could have her trying to explore the ruins and have her brutally killed by a trap.... then the group could come up on her and laugh at the stupid orc.
Jarvis looks to Malkai his eyes narrowing. "Well, the mountains don't contain infinite amounts of iron. Not only that, vegetables or the foods we have in our mountain homes don't come fro. Within the mountain. They come from outside, from towns or cities. So when trade routes are formed it ends up being with whatever we have and that is stone and iron." He said.
"It's easy to wield a weapon and not know where the materials came from to make it. Dwarven blood was spilled in the delivery of such things. It's was to ridicule another's lifestyle without knowing much about it." He felt the meal was done and then walked away. His appetite went with his mood. He did not care to eat at the moment. "Help yourselves,... I'm not hungry. Figured I would cook for those who. Despite how grateful they are." With that he slumped into his bed roll and let himself drift into slumber.

Vivian felt a little sympathy for the dwarf. She sighed and wondered why Malkai had to say what he said. She noticed the bowls all standing close by and lifted one up and a spoon to go with it. She didn't even notice them at first. Perhaps they were slightly hidden from view of her. She didn't think to much of it and scooped up some of the stew.

She kept quite as well figuring maybe it was a good Tim to not talk. All she did was eat her food and share a bit of it with her familiar.
Nice.... this is all very good stuff. Soon it shall get even more good.
Vivian sighed at the discussion over a magical bed rolls, she didn't have much of anything magical except her bird friend hidden within his secret compartment. Which should be wearing off any second, she could feel him squirming out and popping up from underneath her clothing. He was a raven, a rather large raven to be exact. Not as big as Falchion but he was a decent size. He looked about the camp at her choice of companions.
"Well, this is interesting,.... nice choice of friends." The Raven spoke. A sign of which language she taught him. She shrugged at his response not really telling if he was being sarcastic or serious.
"Well they are better then my previous one Bernard." She responded.

Jarvis listened on the conversations going about and he heard Catarina offering to share Alyssa's bed roll and he had to chuckle a little. Am I traveling with a bunch of lesbians or something? He thought to himself. He could already smell the stew he was brewing. Everything was going good so far. So far this adventure in itself was going good. He was with a group with only one cocky idiot and the others were all pretty good fighters. As long as anything didn't try to kill them during the night everything would be perfect. He stirred the stew a bit once more and sighed. "I miss my home back within the mountain. If only the rift hadn't opened. It wasn't greed or anything either. Our mountain provided the area with a good source of iron and some mithril. We were only doing our jobs which meant sometimes we had to dig a little deeper to get what our clients wanted. We had no idea that it could open a tear through the dimensions and let a fowl demon through it." He said. He didn't like being the one to destroy the mood, but whenever he cooked like this it always gave him flashbacks.
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