Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"What am I glad not to have decided for the bajonet option..." An-Hasst lowly mumbled to himself in a bit of a sarcastic tone. One really couldn't count him to those who, on the one hand, called themselves warriors, but on the other hand couldn't stand a decent amount of disembowelment without making their upper gastrointestinal tract go into reverse. Nevertheless this didn't exclude the ability to be happy about not having to come in touch with it on one occasion.

The Skayleigh stepped closer, putting the large crossbow back into place on his back. Why wasn't he surprised about Settionne being the first to speak up and make contact with the lizardman ? Yet despite the little sense of foreboding, the half-giant didn't clearly see the point behind the short priest's speech until he implied that there could very well be 'more pressing concerns' than possibly saving half the world from the doom breaking out of its centre.

Once the - let's say cunning - play was detected, An-Hasst couldn't help but turn around so the lizardman could not see him chuckling. With his colossal body vibrating, the Skayleigh started to build up some distance to the scene and check for the other party members' faces to find out if they were thinking the same.

@POOHEAD189@BCTheEntity@The Fated Fallen

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189
Would you mind if I joined this ? I have to think about a (hopefully decent) character though first.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

Madawc was kinda confused and sensed some sort of foul play possibly going on. He didn't kneel in front of the king, but stood tall as he was. With a loud voice revealing a small bit of an elevated annoyance level, he asked: "What is it ?"

Heroically heroic heroes on an adventurous adventure!

Of course one could climb any tree as long as one had the proper ratio between one's own physical power and one's weight, which in Baxxink's case clearly was true. However also clearly true was that every tree you climbed usually left some traces of its bark behind on you as your feet and hands dug into it. In the case of the piss tree, well... these traces were well infused with the stench of pee and other disgusting things as well. The jump onto the roof was successful and there was an open window - who'd suspect that someone would climb the piss tree in the first place ?. There were voices heard behind the closed door, indicating that two people were talking in front of it in the hallway. The room's current owner or was it just a coincidence ? Who could know, but whoever had rented this higher class room had to have some assets. Several not super-precious, but still rather valuable items like a richly decorated pen, sheets of high quality parchment and the key to a coach that was standing down somewhere near the tavern waited for the intruder if he was daring enough.

Vekyzz noted that the chair seemed to be pretty much at the brink of its limits, but he didn't care much as long as the thing would hold. What did disturb him however was being called a 'galoot'. And before he had even finished hatching a proper plan of retaliation against a single target, this petty excuse of a real musician added itself to the queue! Vekyzz' decided that 'lard arse' requested higher priority than 'galoot'.

@knighthawk
His hand slammed onto the table and was retracted slowly with some deliberate pressure applied to its claws so there would be superficial scratches left behind. Then, the man got up again. His glimming eyes were focused on the lonely harp player and with the pace of a zombie, but with much, much more straightforwardness and determination, the latter one was approached. Vekyzz didn't plan on destroying the harp, but merely... confiscating it for a while. Vekyzz didn't say a word as he came closer and closer, opening and closing his palms slowly as if he wanted to chop some flesh with them.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

Madawc at this point wasn't really able to understand what Xavier was talking about. Why should it not be over if he retired ? And why insisted he on going to Escudo without the scary armor he had been so fond of despite all of its disadvantages ? And why was the former mute speaking with so many pauses between his words...

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"Poke ?" Madawc rapidly shoved his arm away from Bette, ripping it free from her grasp in the process. Madawc did kneel in front of the king as well, but merely because he felt that if he didn't do it, it could result in more or less ugly consequences.

Xavier however managed to surprise him in multiple ways simultaneously: First of all the demon was not fully able to understand of just which 'many' demons attacking other people he was talking about. Apart from himself, he hadn't seen any over the course of their jounrey. Of course it could be possible that Xavier had encountered them before they had met, but wouldn't he have revealed that earlier then ? The second thing surprising him was his request for retirement.

Madawc couldn't kneel there in silence any longer. Without turning his head towards the former mute, he whispered towards him: "Does that imply that our common journey ends here ?"

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

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Name: Kerylun
Level: 1
Race: Gargoyle
Class: Archer
Date/Time: Day 2? / Morning
Location: The Fat King's Castle - Great Hall
Tagging: @Cyrania

Kerylun was obviously confused when the humongously large and massive... chair... was carried towards him. The half-ton gargoyle slowly sat down, his refusal of believing that this thing did hardly protest at all against his weight steadily increasing in the process of doing so. He nodded towards the queen, trying to signal her his acknowledgement.

Then he turned towards the elf, Gwendolyn, and muttered: "I can clearly see the point in why the Bridge Lords don't bother about attacking the King himself... Judging by this chair, the man must be so incredibly fat that he'll probably die from a spontaneous heart attack anyway. Are there any special DLC consumables I've missed in the shop that give you this appearance ? Not that I'd like to try them out myself, but I could resell them to newbs who don't know what they force their characters to eat..." The gargoyle folded his hands and smirked towards her before he started looking around.

In his mind, Kerylun estimated that they currently couldn't do much. Of course, they could try and confiscate or at least probe every bit of food that the people they had to protect would come in contact with before they could eat it, but such an approach to things would probably get them kicked in their butts for not obeying to unwritten rules of manners. One of them likely included not just leaving the banquet at an arbitrary time to start investigating other places as well. So all that was left was to do the same thing that Gwendolyn already seemed to do: Scan the room for anything 'suspicious'.

Torn Across the Rift

@Affili
Vaughtar and squish someone ? How could he...

Torn Across the Rift

He has to keep up his cuteness rating so people keep excusing him for all of his accidents :)

Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

Vaughtar tried not to chuckle, but the gargoyle couldn't help but find the situation somewhat hilarious. He almost buried Shanon beneath him, yet the strange other being proved to be the first one actually capable of carrying him with ease. He had to remember this in case Dimitri wouldn't be available to fill him up with refreshing magic during the day or something else really ugly happened.

He arrived at the castle ruins in time to give himself a headache. There were two really interesting things to look at at the same time, but since the gargoyle's mind refused to give each of his eyeballs its own direction to point at as if it was afraid of never getting them back into alignment once it was broken, he had to alternate between the two individuals in quick succession. He had never seen Icarus before, but given that noone seemed to mark him as an intruder, Vaughtar assumed that the stout man too was a member of TRIDENT.

Therefore, he finally was able to decide to turn the entirity of his attention to the... boy ?... who seemed to be chilled almost to death.
"Let's see if I can buy us a fourth question..."
Vaughtar sat down onto the cold stone floor next to the small human and laid on his back. Then he let one of his hands slowly crawl under the boy's back, trying not to rip apart the clothing with his claws. Needless to say that Vaughtar's belly was bristling with muscle and probably no less hard than the rock beneath him, but at least it was a lot warmer. Reason enough to lift the frostbitten man onto it and then use one of one's wings as a blanket. The gargoyle had to be careful though not to accidentally crush or choke the boy beneath it.

"I don't know what to ask yet. So someone else please begin, but make it quick. He feels like a small iceberg."