Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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It's genius! I can't wait for him to stroll onto the battlefield in light silks and go full Conan!

@The Fated Fallen

While the real Conan-type figure aka "An Asshat" (bad rumours state that his real name is "An-Hasst"... how daring!) is standing outside xD He isn't wearing conventional armor either :D

Phantasm

The destruction of private property is the proper, customary greeting in any bar.

@potatochipgolem

*adds item to his to-do-list once his character is in Eurasha*

Given the stature of the Knight of Earth, it could work I guess.

Phantasm

Greg couldn't help but to inspect the mug instead of consuming its liquid content. This design was something he had not encountered before, neither in his home state nor along the many routes he had already traveled in his life. With curiosity in his eyes, he consumed the beverage. It was so quick that one could raise the suspicion that he had done this because now he could turn and twist the copper mug without any restraint. Indeed he did.

A band started to play, something he either had missed right from the beginning or while he had been sitting here with his face turned away from the main room behind him. It didn't reduce the pleasant effect of music overlaying the increasing amount of chatting going on. The bar clearly was filling up. Instinctively, Greg started humming and subtly seesawing with his feet in alignment to the rhythm.

"No thanks I..." The blonde was disrupted by a rather worrying creaking noise emanating from beneath him. Now that he had changed his posture the old wooden chair was strained even more than before. "I don't want anything else, thank you."

Phantasm

@auspiciousPetal@potatochipgolem
I would have no problems with accelerating our way to Eurasha if it should become desired.

Gonna make a post within the next few hours.

edit: Done. I hope Greg is not acting too 'destructive' in the bar ^^

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

@Fetzen You really think so? Thanks man I really appreciate it, it's so hard with the language barrier and all ^^

@KuramaaaZ

Yes I really think so. Having read your post I suddenly found mine often so... undecorated. I'm not sure how to accurately describe it. I'm operating across a language barrier, too. (native german)

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

It didn't slip through Madawc's attention that Bette was observing him. From a neutral point of view this action would have been quite adequate, given what had happened a few minutes ago, but for him, it was very annoying. The man didn't say anything though, but instead was brooding with arms crossed in front of his chest and leaning against a wall further away from them.

After Xavier and Bette had finished her business, it was his turn to buy supplies. It wasn't much - for a simple reason: He was running out of money. However since he had provided funding for Bette, Madawc assumed that it would be nothing but fair if she would share hers with him when it became necessary.

The demon-man approaached the couple that was waiting outside, clamping a small bag between his upper arm and his torso. "So... plans for the remainder of the day ?" Perhaps 'day' was a bit euphemistic: It was turning dark rapidly now. Yet he would not have been surprised if they made the decision to go on through the night.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

What shitty quality are you talking about ? @KuramaaaZ I'd freak out if my posts would look nice like this.

Terecoth: The Hunters Guild (Always open)

Name: Grol Lak
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Etlock

Appearance:

Civilian

In armor

(minus the swords)

Grol makes an imposing figure. He stands at about 7'4. Judging by his build, one can guess him at at least the weight of two large, muscular human men. As it is highly typical for his race, a rather large fraction of his body is covered in ornate tattoos. They don't represent actual objects, but are of a more abstract design mainly based on curved lines of variable thickness. Grol's eyes are of brown color and embedded in rugged features. His face is framed in a wild mane of almost black hair, organized in more then a dozen thick strings held together by metal clamps.

He knows about the benefits a comfortable, lightweight and highly flexible piece of leather and fur can have, which is why he most often wears this, especially in towns or when he has to reduce his noisyness. When he needs all the protection, he replaces it with a piece of heavy plate armor of Edlock craftmanship that encases him completely.

Backstory: Grol's roots originate from the Edlock captical city of Etlockbarv, but he was never really happy with his stay there. After all, the policy of not leeting foreign people enter their land results in themselves not being able to see much of the world. At least if one doesn't decide to leave it - and that's where the really interesting part of his story starts.

Even by Etlock standards, Grol has always been a bit of a rascal. When he found himself far away from home and with his supplies dwindling, he picked up work. Not an ordinary job, that would have been to boring and tedious for him. Instead, he started as a mercenary. It was there that he met a particularly interesting female elf called Amalay. While he was basically adding himself to the borderline criminal folks by.. let's say subtle loot enhancements, he always kept his line and turned out to be more reliable than most of their 'comrades'. It was a fertile ground for a developing friendship between them, though not without several more or less severe breakdowns partly based on his stubbornness.

It survived - and so did they, probably to a significant part just because of that. One day they found themselves effectively being sold as slaves without knowing. When they found out, it was too late for a pieceful solution. Soaked in the blood of the slavers they had managed to overwhelm, it was the end of their life as mercenaries. Hopefully the hunter's guild and its boss would turn out to be a much less corrupt bunch than what they had experienced.

Personality: It is probably a good strategy not to take him too seriously. He is loud, has a tendency to make jokes and to immediately tell people what he dislikes. This can include a small rant here and there, but those who know him can expect the tides to subside and an apology to occur a few minutes later. He has quite a criminal potential, but his kind-heartedness prevents him from doing real ugly things. His compliance can be increased by returning the favor: Yell at him, give him a whack into his face or punch into his belly: He can take it and if one's point is right chances are good that he will ultimately accept it with laughter instead of a fight. He likes fights though...

Weapon skill/choice: He uses a very large morning star as a means to bash enemies.

Weapon picture

Notable ability: Pickpocketing; very, very strong and massive.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

An-Hasst tensed his fisted left hand so much that his knuckles started to crackle. It was a gesture that could not be seen since he did it below the desk. It was only a noise with unidentified origin that could be drowned out by the people eating in the tavern. This... woman! It was perfectly okay that Vanya was wondering why he requested such strange things - he would not tell why until he really had to. But this patronizing tone internally made him really aggressive, putting further demands on his ability to self-control.

It came from a very unexpected place that he got bailed out of his situation. So far, the skayleigh had not paid much attention to the elvish looking male. Now however he directed his gratitude towards him: "I have to thank you for your offer and I appreciate it." Then he turned his face back to Vanya, who appeared to be rather inpatiently waiting for a response. "Since I'll be much slower than with teleportation, I suggest that I leave as soon as possible. That would be this night."

Thanks to the necklace, this would not be much of a problem for him, at least not in terms of visibility. The skayleigh knew that by his decision, he was subjecting himself to dangers the other ones would not have to be afraid of. On the other hand, he would save himself from the danger of rematerializing with brown goo seeping through his clothing... And if this discrepancy between how the queen's sister was behaving and what she and her sister were asking them to do did have something to do with a malicious plan, he would save himself from that, too. Who could tell what kind of destination they would really select for this spell ?

@POOHEAD189

Terecoth: The Hunters Guild (Always open)

Me and Deserted are creating a partially combined backstory for our characters, I hope that we'll complete the sheets today. @Madly33