Fetzen

Torn Across the Rift

Alright. My cinnamon roll is on the move again!

Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

To say that Vaughtar was super happy would have been a bit of an overstatement. The gargoyle had sought refuge in the gym as it was one of the very few places aboard this strange, incredible steel monster they all were living in that allowed him to not feel entirely squeezed and cramped.

However, if he had known that Rozalind would choose this location for letting go of her steam he'd probably have preferred another spot. Unconsciously the gargoyle pushed the claws running along his feet into the hall floor which was soft compared to the steel gratings that littered the entire vehicle.

Then Vaughtar couldn't stand it anymore. One part of him to turn around and leave immediately no matter how cowardly that might look like, another part wanted him to address Rozalind directly and with as muc cleverness as he could muster no matter the risk of losing this game. Ultimately it was this part that slipped through first.

"Ahem..." The gargoyle raised his unmistakable rumble of a voice. "For what should we be prepared ?"

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I was thinking "Shower scene? Oh gods, this really is turning into an anime!!!"

@The Fated Fallen

I'm not even watching any animes, so I'm not completely aware of what you are talking about xD
However I think I have still understood the intricacies of your bottom-half-trap.

And... oh god what chain reaction I've set off here!

Back to topic: It might very well be that my IC post becomes delayed until the start of the weekend. I'm currently very busy in my job so I'm coming home very lately on a rather regular basis. Unfortunately writing decent IC posts while on phone in a moving commuter train is not exactly comfortable so I don't even try that for longer posts.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I see one problem here. Since it is a dragon there probably won't be any trees or leaves left to accidentally cover a certain area of our characters' skins so to leave a spot of RP-friendly weakness there. However maybe all of the male characters will refuse to wash certain areas with it because it would reveal to everyone how tiny... Oh dear I've trapped into the same 'lower half' trap like TFF!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...and the skeletal death reached out with his fragile hand towards the band of brave warriors and said with his shaky voice: "C'mon! Pick me up! I'm phat l00t!"

(Just joking: I'm sure the phat lootz will be shampoo, towels and as much dragon blood as our characters can use to wash themselves with without becoming invulnerable.)

Torn Across the Rift

@Eyeris To which of the groups inside the HQ does Vaughtar currently belong to ? I've been a horribly lazy poster here the last few weeks :/

A dragon's breath means death (Fetzen & Valchyrie)

Vyzel had had his time to inspect The Warped Nail. That included counting the leaks in the ceiling which were betraying themselves by letting water go through in large driplets here and there. The discolored wooden floor told a story about the longevity of the situation, but nontheless the slayer found himself hungry and thirsty enough to dare and try out what the tavern had to offer. After all the good thing about a warm meal was that warmth had no real quality. It either was there or it was not there.

It happened so that an impressively large plate was standing by for the man to pick the next spoon full of soup out of it. It was accompanied by a mug of beer, but Vyzel could already tell that it was a rather weak beverage of which he'd need a very large lot to impair his capability of concentrating. He had no intentions to try it out though, the situation at hand was much too grave for this. While he was sitting here and waiting, that dragon -- if it really existed -- could already be busy making the task of finding and killing him a lot more difficult than he imagined it already to be. He was suffering from a complete lack of experience with regard to this business and that made him even more tensed up because... What amount of knowledge would his future partner bring with her ? Would she know so much more about dragons that he'd completely embarrass himself even before they got underway ? Vyzel knew that she was a Sylvari -- one of the people who had the privilege of starting into their lives with a given purpose even if it was only some kind of dream. Yet the slayer caught his drifting thoughts in time for not delving too deeply into the subject and slipping away from here and now.

The door was opened, someone was coming in. Vyzel had never had a chance to see Eliza La Chev beforehand, but several aspects about her told him immediately that she had to be it: She was a Sylvari. Her equipment appeared to be of extraordinary quality (though... what did he know about necromancy ?) and she appeared to know whom she was looking for herself since she didn't hesitate much to find her way into his rather lonely corner. She sat down so silently that Vyzel had to smile. His chair continued to protest against a load way beyond its original design limits with every move he made and so did now as he was offering her his open hand.

"Welcome to Muria. I'm Vyzel, Order of Whispers." As if to underline the name of his employer, Vyzel spoke out things very lowly. What they were about to discuss was of no concern to anyone else around here. So he leaned forwards and let the table support his massive elbows while looking at his soup. It wasn't disinterest. It was a facade meant to distract the other he hoped she'd immediately recognize as such. However... it did also move himself a bit out of the way of her cold breath. It was spooky for him despite the fact that he'd been given an advance warning about her being a necromancer. Sitting right next to one, especially such a powerful one, was a story of its own. "I've got enough supplies with me that it should suffice for both of us, just in case your journey was too long to bring many things along from your own homeland. Also there's a spare horse you can use if you want. So... where do we start ?" It was a question deliberately kept vague. He wouldn't admit it, but perhaps Eliza would reveal how much she knew about dragons by herself this way.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Which half gets dirty? Right or left, up or... Oh... I didn't think of that... Oh dear

@The Fated Fallen

The inside half. The outside half remains completely intact. Or no... wait... that too could result in the same embarrassing situation you're probably referring to.

Okay. I'd say let's introduce a new alias for An-Hasst: Two-Face! One side's clean like Legolas, the other one's filthy like Aragorn!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Wouldn't surprise me. You see how Aragorn gets so filthy in The Battle for Helms Deep? Quite the contrast to goldilocks Legolas who seems to be positively glowing throughout.

To be honest, that would be really handy to an adventurer, with the heavy travelling and often dank environments they find themselves in

@The Fated Fallen

That could have been a subtle case of plot armor. Maybe they were convinced that Legolas was more important in that movie than Aragorn so they gave him more of that.

I doubt that the same thing would apply to my half-elf. Or maybe he just gets half-dirty

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Since our party has been going on for quite a while now and I can't remember any swamp that can be called 'rejuvenating' in terms of bodily cleanliness I'd suspect that none of our characters currently is hard to find using olfactoric tracking devices (codename 'N.O.S.E').

Given that An-Hasst has ventured particularly deep into said oasis of destilled water polluted by the world's most advanced washing powder due to absolutely no ground pressure under his feet, I'd even go as far to say that he currntly might smell rather exquisitly beneath his thick armor. Unless there are some additional unknown variables caused by elvish blood that add some degree of auto-maintenance to his skin.