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2 mos ago
Current 'been going through a lot of shit recently. I will try to start catching up soon. Sorry to everybody who's waiting on me!
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4 mos ago
When you have to disable a new 'advanced' search to get proper search results and learn that 'advanced' means 'AI'. Let's rename it artificial superficiality, short 'AS'. Not to be confused with...
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4 mos ago
I'm slightly proud of myself having overcome my hate for indoor spiders a bit over the years. In my youth I often eliminated them, now I carry them outside in a jar. Spiders here are harmless though.
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4 mos ago
Believe me, if they could, the entirity of Southern Germany would send you all the rain they had over the last couple of days. I'm just not sure you'd actually want the widespread destruction.
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4 mos ago
Finally managed to catch the mouse. Our cat must consider me the most incompetent person of all times given how she watched instead of helping. She dragged the problem in though!
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Welcome to my profile page!


Who the hell is this person behind those many miles of fiber optics and copper cable ?

  • I'm a 34 year old guy.
  • ... who's working as a software developer
  • ... and enjoys roleplaying as a casual hobby to distract himself from ongoing stress


And into which hell will I descend with you participating in one of my roleplays?

  • I'm a fantasy addict: medieval high and low!
  • I'd consider myself to be a low casual roleplayer, 3 paragraphs per post on average.
  • My schedule varies. It might happen that I won't be able to post at all for a week, but then again it might happen that I'll reach a sweet spot inside which I can go on a posting rampage. I'd say one can expect 1-2 posts a week from me, depending on the lengths involved.
  • English is not my native language, but so far I've not encountered anyone who had had trouble with me over that :)


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Vaughtar


The situation developed - for not saying 'worsened' - much faster than the gargoyle had anticipated. Vaughtar instantaneously decided that it was damn time to head out and be of assistance as even he could hear the incredibly loud sound of this strange kind of weapon the marines were using and smell blood. It smelled exactly the same as it did on Munimis...

One could guess how many calories he was burning off during the seconds of his ascend. The dark, grey creature vanished in a plume of white dust as it launched forward on all four as if there had been a really big thing in front of him that he had suddenly wanted to rip into innocent pieces. However it was 'just' him breaking through the cloud, already airborne after just like two dozen feet or so. On the ground, the whiteout continued to grow as now air was pushed downwards onto the snow cover with each of his wing flaps.

Vaughtar didn't go up to a high altitude however. Both the severely impaired visibility conditions and the fact that the distance he had to cover was rather short made it futile to go anywhere above like 50 feet. The downward slope increased his speed rapidly, reducing the few hundred meters to a very short hop.

But where to engage ? The snabbit's hole was already blown out and the marines seemed to be able to keep them at bay quite well. As the gargoyle circled in order to assess the situation more closely, he felt pretty oversized for fighting such small creatures. However Natasha seemed to be in distress, and though it appeared that the marines could open fire on her pursuers, he decided to kick himself into action by performing a slam-dunk approach.

He didn't flare. Behind Natasha, there was an enormous thud moments after Vaughtar's shadow had gone over her head. He had crashed deliberately, creating a mess consisting of a wall of snow, another white cloud and snabbits buried in it. According to the trail of blood, he had made ground contact on at least two of them and spread their bodies along his line of skidding. Now what did the marines call these things they had just used for blowing that hole ? He didn't have the word at hand, but he tried to get airborne and out again as fast as he could in order to allow them being less hesitant about using it again.
It was shortly before the somewhat flamboyant entry of the queen's representative and while at least one could already her 'song' that someone else's magic presence went completely undetected - for a virtually complete lack of existence. An-Hasst approached the Hearth and Flagon in a rush, knowing that there wasn't time left to loose for him. If it had not been the queen herself that he had expected, he would probably have hurried even more.

The half-elf almost slammed open the door, but managed to intercept its journey towards the wall 180 degrees around before there was a loud bang. At first glance it could have seemed that he had just stumbled over something in an unlucky moment, perhaps a piece of uneven pavement, or that he was just so exhausted that he bent forward. Then it became clear that it actually was the only way for him to get through without hitting the frame. An-Hasst combined turning around to close the door with casting a glance at the group that had assembled around the longish table in front of him. These had to be his future companions, or at least he hoped so because one of the last things he could afford now was to be busy finding the right gathering in here.

He wore some sort of cloak, however the thing was bristling with scales out of a material that possibly was not very familiar to everyone. The sound of them sliding above and hitting each other as their owner made his way to the next chair didn't fit the suspicion that they could be made out of metal and the very dark brown color didn't match up with that thought either. The chair he sat down on was so low in relation to his body that it just had to lack a serious bit of comfort, but apparently a Skayleigh wasn't what people were expecting here. Aside from that, the piece of furniture did put on a considerable amount of audible protest against him as well.

For the lack of time, it was not until both the queen's sister's address and the initial reactions to it had ended that An-Hasst raised his own, very chesty but not unfriendly voice: "I have to agree to these questions. I'm likely completely lacking personal expertise in this region, but... There must have occured something that either greatly increases their power or greatly decreases that of Riverhope, doesn't it ? A sudden increase in available might would explain why they are suddenly so eager to attack, now that they would feel able to carry out plans with the chance of success waving at them."
@POOHEAD189 Okay I'll try to get a post up once I'm back from work.
I'll try to set up a post tomorrow. I'm in the last days of my final paper and quite busy :(
Greg noticed Ilia coming in and he couldn't help but let his eyes lock onto her for a noticeable bit longer than usual, though it was likely too far away for her to notice. Hopefully the upcoming smoke and crowdedness had concealed the event from the view of other guests. It was his very first time in this bar, but he had enough knowledge about body language and facial expression to suspect that the bartenders and other personnel were quite happy about her appearance. The reason for it he didn't know however.

"Just give me what's at hand, I'm not choosy today." Greg replied with a gentle smile. He really wasn't, but aside from that he wanted to make sure to her that the short delay didn't bother him. He tried to let his smile just be an indication of that and not something else like... a silly hit on. The sleeve of his wide shirt was stretched almost to its limit by the biceps underneath it as Gregor lead his hand up to his chin for some unwitting scratching. He quickly brushed the outcoming debris down from the table.

The blonde man looked around, not trying to stare at anyone. The growing number of people behind his back made him feel a bit less comfortable, but he should have known that even before he had placed himself on that stool. Not that Greg was really afraid of anything, but it was a natural reaction to him. A series of loud coughs rocked his body as he was waiting for the drink.
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Madawc followed, or at least he was trying to the best he could as his horse was struggling to keep up with them from the beginning. He was constantly looking around, checking for anything suspicious. "What is our next destination ?"
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"Wake up!" Madawc was standing in front of the sleeping couple lying on the floor in front of his feet. There were several small signs of fatigue in his face, but nothing too serious. He had already tidied up their place as much as he had been able to without disturbing them and saddled his horse. "I've already prepared most things."
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Madawc climbed back up another tree. He really preferred having a good overview over the situation - not only towards the outside, but also towards the inside. That meant: Xavier and Bette. He would have a look on them, check if they would really sleep or not. Hopefully this night would finally be one without further incident...
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