Fetzen

Torn Across the Rift

Dimitri has to make a certain gargoyle drunk. Really drunk. Really, really drunk.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'm still alive.

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I think you missed some words, @The Fated Fallen. Also, just a quick reminder that Sett's still pulling the "I am a priest of all the gods" line, as well.

On an unrelated note, folks, who enjoys modern fantasy settings?

@BCTheEntity

That highly depends on the details. I have done this a few times and currently am doing it in one instance, but like I said: details.

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

Vyzel had tracked the Sylvari as she left the building, his head slowly turning away from his table and his eyes going for the outermost corner they could reach. She probably had not been able to see it with her back facing towards him, but the Slayer's facial expressing had become more and more grim with each of her extremely fleet-footed steps. It appeared to the assassin that his companion had not yet exactly got the point when it came to staying below the attention level. The weather was a wet and horrible, the tavern's main hall dilapidated but still comfortable, she had just received her ordered meal and then... she went outside to eat it there ?

The man started calculating: From the point of view of group dynamics it would have been advisable to accompany her immediately, however from the aspect of not triggering even more eyes to greedily follow their tracks such a decision would have been catastrophic. Vyzel decided to stay and to continue eating as long as there was some of his own soup left. Normally the eight-foot man would have ordered another plate and possibly even another one after that, but in attempt to salvage whatever benign parts of the first impression he'd made on Eliza were left he overruled the needs of his body and heaved himself off the chair.

Vyzel didn't look around much. He approached the barman behind the counter and flicked some coins in his direction, then turned around and bowed beneath the doorframe in order to get through. The heavens still tried to drown the world, but at least he had his hood. It would have been possible to try and track her down by using the parameters he had been able to gather in the short time available. People wore different shoes (if any), made differently sized steps, had differetnly large feet and were of different weight. Depending on the properties of the ground below all of this could be used to distinguish between different footprints, but the mere fact that she had just told him where to find her spoiled the idea completely.

As Vyzel walked the few meters around the building towards the stables his mind became more and more engaged in thoughts about how superior she could be compared to him in many, if not most aspects. It would make the journey even more difficult, especially since coming into conflict was not much of an option given the nature of their objective. The huge man ducked below the crossbeam that supported the shabby roof and didn't notice the spiders Eliza had put there. After all -- for the ordinary eye -- the little animals remained quite passively while they were giving her an advance warning. On the plus side it had not been his intention to surprise her anyway.

"So here you are. Are you ready ? I'll prepare the horses." Vyzel had brought two horses with him, both being very large beasts marked by strength. Given her stature he estimated that she could ride all day on one of them, but he would have to try and manage a sparse resource called stamina. The slayer didn't just stand around while waiting for an answer. He got to work immediately and started to guide the two steeds out into the rain. Saddles were available and the driver of his wagon was quick to respond to him clapping his hands and waving. Better to start with many supplies than with few. They'd be on their own soon enough he thought.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Ink Blood

Are you sure that this kind of announcement doesn't inherit the danger of Poo secretly upgrading his plans for the dragon from... well... a dragon.. to a dragon with extremely reflective scales that also exhibit a catseye microstructure ? Your fully automatic laser crossbow could backfire :o

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

@Fetzen
Make a post about you telling the guards you are looking to join the Mercenary Guild, and then have them escort you through the paved stone streets, and then you'll see the Captain of the Guild waiting up front.

@POOHEAD189

I hope what I've done was okay.

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

Othiosiya felt the stares of people as he walked along the streets. Each time one of the many passer-bys turned his head to keep track of him with his eyes it was like a small needle inserted into his back. It was so in spite of the fact that the Drabarian was wearing almost his entire armor, the only exception being the helmet which he just found inadequate to wear in the civil public. Still the root cause of his little problem very well could be just that large amount of steel covering his body. While one could hardly consider it unusual to see an armored individual in general, in his case it seemed like it was. It could have something to do with the fact that each of his steps sounded as if a small giant had found his way into Starkvale. Othiosiya tried to keep the clanking to a minimum, but real success with that was nowhere to be heard.

It wasn't surprising then that he caught the attention of one of the city's guards before it had come to his mind to address them by himself. A sternly looking man came towards him and blocked his way, forcing Othiosiya to crane his neck down to his face and answer his questions immediately.
"What are you looking for, Drabarian ?"
Always those ulterior motives. Why didn't the guard directly ask for the pieces of parchment or whatever else was needed here to make clear that his presence wasn't something illegal ? Othiosiya forced himself to remain patient and polite. "I'm looking for the Mercenary Guild. I've been told such a thing exists in this city."
"That's right. Do you want to join or what is the purpose of your desire to go there ?"
"You can consider your first guess to be correct. However I'm wondering why this is of so much concern for you ?" The Drabarian arched an eyebrow, but even his long and sharp teeth failed to make much of an impression.
"Regulations. You can go there, of course. However someone will escort you." The guard gave a sign with is hand, signaling one of his colleagues to take over.

The other man didn't look anywhere less small compared to Othiosiya and one could get the impression that he was keeping a bit of a distance from the wants-to-be mercenary. After all Othiosiya could suffer from a sudden feeling of faintness, fall and bury him beneath his body and hard shell. Or he could just do a wrong move by accident and crush his foot. Moving rather slow it took several more minutes for the guild hall to come in sight. Someone was standing there and appeared to wait for something to happen, but of course the Drabarian had no idea that it was the captain. The guard departed and gave Kayden his salute while leaving Othiosiya to his own intentions. In a somewhat respectful distance, the giant Drabarian waited. He wasn't sure if it could be inadequate for him to come closer to the captain directly.

@Jollan@MiddleEarthRoze@rush99999@BCTheEntity@POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Damn it! Due to his half-elvish part he probably should have known better, but the capability and will of those elvish steeds to stop so ferociously caught An-Hasst by surprise. The violent move almost threw him off the animal's back, but the Skayleigh managed to maintain some amount of grace as he jumped by himself before it became uncontrollable. He stomped onto the ground facing towards the forest they had just left behind -- or merely the conspicuously sharp gradient in the local vegetation's density they had just encountered one should say. What did his half-countrymen think ? Why did they allow them to only go that far on their steeds ? It was a bit of a disappointment, honestly.

Still even he could see that there was no point in rambling about that, so what the half-giant did was to turn around. One of the last things on his list of expectations was yet another woman who just happened to be there. Instantly and probably lacking any noticeable amount of decency, the Skayleigh started inspecting her. A human as it appeared. Marguerite's rather hungry looking figure consumed several seconds of An-Hasst's attention before he finally noticed that she was wielding a dagger.

The Skayleigh approached her, but kept out of what he suspected to be her immediate range with that weapon. "If you don't want to be hurt then I suggest that you stop trying to generate the impression that you want to do the same thing. None of us has drawn any weapon so far, but you have." In a more or less subtle effort of not allowing the priest Settionne to make first contact again, An-Hasst quickly continued with asking questions. "So... who are you and what are you doing here, if I may ask ?" Well... out of his mouth those last four words didn't sound like a perfectly polite request.

@The Fated Fallen@Banana@BCTheEntity@Sypherkhode822@POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Oh my god my friend just sent me the best thing

@The Fated Fallen

All things considered I'd currently say that I'm not in danger of suffering from the optimism disease. Still I'll try to make a post now.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'd like to, but I'm psychologically so down at the moment and doubt it'll be over anytime soon.