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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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Most Recent Posts

Today literally cannot get any worse. My dog that I've had for the last 10 years had a biopsy done last Friday and we got the results back today. She has Lymphatic sarcoma, a really aggressive form of cancer. They told us she has roughly six months maybe less.


It makes the end of my cat feel like a less cruel fate... Shit man, I'm sorry.
Wait a minute... mind-reading magic ? If one was looking for someone intimidating and freaking strong, Grol was a very good choice. But magical proficiency was a no-no. It only helped boosting the plunge in sympathy that Volric now experienced. Mind-reading... if he had just known that before without them knowing that he knew! It would have been thinking Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! all the time and chuckling afterwards because they wouldn't have been able to blame him for what he was privately thinking about.

The Etlock really hoped that there would be a second, individual meeting to discuss the test's results. It would give him an opportunity to speak openly about certain things... The worst consequence of this revelation however was that his gleeful anticipation of the physical tests had been completely spoiled. If mind-reading was the first thing the hunter's guild confronted its recruits with, what would be the next ? Telling them to run in circles not in order to see who could go the longest distance, but who would be the first one to stand up and claim that the task was nonsense, thereby presenting another bit of mental superiority ?

Grol went out, slowly following the trail of people that tried to arrange itself in the shape of a line. And then there was the line breaker. A line breaker that looked damn familiar and was approaching him with her sails fluttering in the wind so to speak. A subtle smile started to conquer the Etlock's normally rather grim looking face.

"You can still bail out!" Grol raised his hand and stretched the thing out for her to grab and shake. "Aren't these garments horribly inadequate for this ?" He himself was wearing pretty much the same things he had worn the day before, and the day before that: Black fur and many patches of dark leather stitched together to form an intimidatingly large coat that went down to his knees. Beneath that, a thin layer of cloth was covering his skin, and thin, but still observeable was the flab that was bulging over his girdle. "How are you doing ?"
*gently prods everyone*
Aaand here it is, double application:



So. I forgot that yeste4say was my birthday. I didn't have time to finish.

Also, @potatochipgolem, don't stress it. Blackout is imminent. Though I have to say, are you going to just have Gwen stalk Skylar back to the apartment? XD You haven't introduced him to anyone else, and they all have to be in the same room to leave when it happens.


You forgot your own birthday ? Holy.. erm... anyway. Gratz! :)
@FallenTrinity
The Ladies of Mary 'are known to help out those who are homeless, helpless and in need of guidance.' Would it be possible that they also helped someone and trained him a bit in their ways of fighting without ultimately accepting him as a member ? (I'm assuming that their name in fact implies that they don't accept males in their ranks)

The background of my question is that I've a character concept in hold (that once originated from another RP that suddenly had to be discontinued) a major influence of the Ladies of Mary would perfectly fit for (in my thinking).
*A wild voice whispers to you* Varioyn doesn't know you have the answers already ;D


How long will it take for Grol to give Varioyn a serious headache ?
Intellectual tests ? One could tell by the Etlock's facial expression that he wasn't exactly fond of that immediate prospect. The room had already filled with a plethora of different people of most of the races he knew about. Of course it had to. It was the same bunch of people he had seen the day before, the day of his signup. Hopefully he wouldn't regret it...

The Etlock's hand, richly decorated with robust, black hair sprouting from its back, went for a head-on assault against the pile of writing material. He knew that his writing was rather horrible, and as he had already provided a sample of it to Varioyn, he had to assume that the instructor knew as well. Grol wasn't eager to be the one that had to more or less shily get up and ask for another sheet of parchment because he needed more than twice as much space for the same number of letters than the average elf.

He noted someone who appeared to be an Etlock just like himself by his stature. Yet Grol found it still very difficult to believe that, because... How tall was this guy ? Four feet, perhaps even less. He couldn't help but pity him - such a curse. This boy likely was being laughed at by many, perhaps that was the reason why he had taken his weapon with him. So had several people; it was something Grol considered bravado. Noone needed a sword or a shield to fill in a stupid test!

Jameson's seat on the bench dropped significantly when Grol placed himself next to him and started to read. The first question seemed very easy on first glance, but it took the Etlock a several seconds to start writing.

Well... Since you are referring to a Titan born out of ash, it is clear that the correct answer is Oric. However the legend only says that 'Titans were born', indicating that the first titan might not exist, but that Oric and Iris are both the first of their kind.

Boring. Grol slammed his right index finger into the right hole of his nose (that luckily had a sufficient diameter) and started drilling for a couple of seconds. Considering the output - that quickly got swiped off the parchment onto his lap and from there onto the floor -, perhaps it was not such a lucky thing that the hole's diameter was sufficient after all.

Next question.

Because the great king Darion anticipated that one day the world would need an institution so awesome that a legendary Etlock called Grol would consider joining, giving it that tiny extra bit of power it needed to finally save the world. He quickly scored out this sentence and started writing the real answer beneath it.

Now: A city one should not dare to enter because it was the source of all death and darkness ? Grol arched one eyebrow, grinning. With the vigor of someone who had had a great idea and wanted to secure it in written form before his mind would loose it again, the Etlock scribbled.

Now you've maneuvered yourself into a serious dilemma: Of course, there is the undead city simply called The Burg, which could be considered the correct answer. However, according to my experience and knowledge, my race (I'm an Etlock) is often considered brute and filled with dark magic. So I could theorize that from your perspective, you could consider Etlockbarv as a source of death and darkness as well. One normally isn't allowed to enter it. So, hard choices for me... But I just say The Burg.
-feels a bit like kinda having ejected himself out of the RP by voluntarily separating from the Vlad scene-
An-Hasst would have to suffer a serious brain damage within the tavern to present his thoughts about Vanya to her. After all, I think he's more frightened of and full of respect for her than he is willing to admit to himself. Otherwise he wouldn't insist on another means of transportation for him. This decision could put him at considerable risks: He will be alone in the middle of the night on terrain he certainly isn't too familiar with and riding a mount that possibly won't be the fastest with him on top.
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