Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

If my circulation doesn't knock me down this evening I'll try to get things done today.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So, how is everyone doing? Well I hope?

Are things getting even slightly better for you, @Fetzen?

@The Fated Fallen

My downtime from work that I could enjoy by dumping a lot of overtime I've clocked up over the last year is over. The past two weeks, apart from my ma's flu and my close call with regard to it, have been quite enjoyable for me. So it's better for me now, but I have to see how long that holds until stress catches up to me again :)

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

@Balthazar007 I'd be back in as well if that's permitted.

New RP Interest Check (Some Old ideas, Some New)

Thief x Prince sounds quite tempting for me :)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

It took a while, but ultimately the party which by now was standing on the other side of the miniature river could hear the outburst of the one exception that still was behind. An-Hasst had reached for one of the bajonets of his crossbow and rammed it from right to left into the the trunk of an oversized mushroom. He blissfully ignored the fact that there was strange and supicious smelling fluid seeping out of it and decided to clean his blade by slashing right into another plant that looked different.

"Those drow bitches!" or so was what could be understood, anger being the obvious companion of his muttering's tone. Now who would still dare to talk about their foes in a sense of superiority, believing that they were on the same level in general as their rickety, half-assed smithing goods that could be considered an insult against every dwarf ? Not many understood the art of teleporation, and even fewer knew how to compress it into a tiny item like a ring. The Skayleigh strapped his weapon onto his back again and thudded through what was barely able to flow over the top of his feet.

It appeared that Settionne was already busy doing what he could do best: Wrap every unexpected newcomer into a layer of... how to call it ? Anyway! It was way too thick and ugly! Yet quite a bit to his surprise the small man didn't opt for opening her chains unconditionally. Yet again how would they be able to find out if whatever she'd answer would be the truth ? With regard to that matter An-Hasst would have preferred leaving her chains locked at least until they were out of this mess and even moreso he would have preferred leaving this particular place as soon as possible instead of acting like diplomats.

He couldn't help but try to imitate Settionne's soothing tone, but as if by magic it immediately turned out to be exactly the kind of utter, sarcasm-infiltrated failure he had hoped for: "If you allow I'll add in some other measures to make sure that, independent of the lady's response, we're as safe as we can assure ourselves to be here." Having made this kind of announcement towards the man, he started probing Aeryn's clothing and body with his giant hands, checking if there was any hidden weaponry. Of course, if there should turn out to be such, he'd try to remove it from her immediately.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@BCTheEntity@The Fated Fallen@Stormflyx

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Being the last man procrastinating (well, partially, see my status...) I hereby announce that I will do my very best (that is... still nothing I guess, because I suck :/ ) to post once I've woken up again.

Torn Across the Rift

Me too.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

In 24 hours, post fall like...like...LIKE MELONS.

@POOHEAD189

I have a very bad feeling for the RP
(Imagines Dorcha raining from the sky and not bursting into splatter from the sudden deceleration. Just like those melons...)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So I've finally managed to get something out. Probably not the best at all, but at least now you don't have to wait until my body finally decides to return to what could be called... erm... normal.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The moment the fireball impacted upon Ursaren's shield An-Hasst, just having started to enjoy the blessings of the old man's healing, let go off the Rog captain's halberd. A loud, reverberating bang followed suit as the metal made contact with the rocky ground. It probably would have been a lot louder if it hadn't been for the soft, spongy and highly absorbing surfaces of the giant fungi around here. Eating something ? Skipped, definitely.

What the Skayleigh didn't tell the party was that he didn't encounter any immediate angry feelings against the Dorcha. Sure, these were humanoids which had no trouble at all with doing evil things, but still there wasn't true hatred right now. How could one hate something one had so puny bits of information about, if any ? There were certain, small people around here who had already managed to make clear that they were mean, obnoxious, deceptive individuals, but those dorcha, at least for a quite noticeable bunch of seconds, had earned his desire for their deaths by the mere fact that they had started the attack.

With so many people already rushing forward An-Hasst decided to stay behind and not try to rush over the flowing water and find some decent space for wielding that halberd. There were other means available that could do a decent job and, while being slower and seemingly much more clumsy than a bow, could be prepared and then kept ready without expending one's stamina until the moment was right.

The Skayleigh jumped for the nearest cover and used his foot to tension his crossbow. The non armor-piercing bolt would suffice, wouldn't it ? At least for a female dorcha's underbelly -- no need to even try and aim for her heart or even head. Much too risky to aim with such precision in a situation that could include a fireball being hurled at oneself at any moment. Another bunch of seconds later and with Alice's spell already taking effect the weapon was ready. An-Hasst moved out of cover aimed for what already was becoming a darker and darker shade in the cavern, seemingly running away or at least pretending so.

The projectile zipped by his companions at uncomfortable speed with equally unnerving sounds emanating from it. A soft noise of impact followed, not the hard one would expect from a miss and subsequent destruction at a random point of the cavern's massive walls. The bolt had punched right through and dumped most of its kinetic energy into her body, ripping through her guts and ejecting bloody debris in front of her eyes. Maybe she'd survive long enough for questions being asked, but that had not been An-Hasst's intention.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@BCTheEntity@The Fated Fallen@Stormflyx