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There's no such thing as feline overconfidence. There is only lack of confidence into them by humans (who also falsely believe they'd be the ones in control).
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There's no such thing as feline overconfidence. There is only lack of confidence into them by humans (who also falsely believe they'd be the ones in control).
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I'm still knocked out by an infernal cold and all the ongoing activities during this time of the year. Apologies to everybody who's waiting for me.
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How about black hole day instead of black friday ? The entire marketing and advertisement industry obsessed with selling us even more shit can just go and be hidden behind a one-way path to oblivion.
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I've got an infinite number of favourite colours somewhere between 580 and 590 nm. I call them all 'yellow' because I can't keep that many names in my head.
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I can only invite anybody eager to watch a decent shit show from a distance to look at Germany these days. All vs. all why the gov broke apart and our chancellor's a stubborn polit tactician.
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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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So his hand had made her bleed. Good!
Not so good that this included the possibility than some of said blood, along with residual traces of cosmetic ingredients this damn woman certainly applied to her face every day, could have attached themselves to his palm. Skarsat had no real proof of that, but even without actually looking at his fingers he rubbed them against each other to get an estimation about how much of a smeary layer of shit there was on his skin. Otherwise though he just kept staring at Solange, his face being kinda stuck in a state of forced idling around because his mind was too busy thinking about...
Defeat. How could this woman just keep doing shittalk all the fucking time ? 'Suckling babe', 'mommy's big boy', 'like he was told...'... for a brief series of moments all these nasty little provocations just did not seem to have any impact because Skarsat was just too flabbergasted by the initial 'love' which had already announced a lot about her overall reaction. Then however, with some noticeable delay, he caught up with Solange's queue of insults.
"You know... I'm no arrogant fool like you who maintains an unshakeable belief in his own infallibility. I know that, despite my training and experience, some of my arrows can and will miss their intended target. I start to think that despite all the real hostiles we might encounter on this endeavour this might actually be a good message for you."
Having said this, Skarsat raised himself to his full height again and looked down at her for a second or two.
"Now if you'd like to turn this journey into a damned world of fear where a possibly growing number of people outright hates you, then just keep going!" Skarsat turned away from her, but not without trying to hit her foot with his own and put his full weight onto it. Upon success he'd express his regret, which of course would be entirely fake.
Not so good that this included the possibility than some of said blood, along with residual traces of cosmetic ingredients this damn woman certainly applied to her face every day, could have attached themselves to his palm. Skarsat had no real proof of that, but even without actually looking at his fingers he rubbed them against each other to get an estimation about how much of a smeary layer of shit there was on his skin. Otherwise though he just kept staring at Solange, his face being kinda stuck in a state of forced idling around because his mind was too busy thinking about...
Defeat. How could this woman just keep doing shittalk all the fucking time ? 'Suckling babe', 'mommy's big boy', 'like he was told...'... for a brief series of moments all these nasty little provocations just did not seem to have any impact because Skarsat was just too flabbergasted by the initial 'love' which had already announced a lot about her overall reaction. Then however, with some noticeable delay, he caught up with Solange's queue of insults.
"You know... I'm no arrogant fool like you who maintains an unshakeable belief in his own infallibility. I know that, despite my training and experience, some of my arrows can and will miss their intended target. I start to think that despite all the real hostiles we might encounter on this endeavour this might actually be a good message for you."
Having said this, Skarsat raised himself to his full height again and looked down at her for a second or two.
"Now if you'd like to turn this journey into a damned world of fear where a possibly growing number of people outright hates you, then just keep going!" Skarsat turned away from her, but not without trying to hit her foot with his own and put his full weight onto it. Upon success he'd express his regret, which of course would be entirely fake.
Lorcan was about to deliver a rough reply about cleaning one's ears towards whomever had asked about the Skayleigh's urge for a distraction, but before his words had ever had a chance to leave his mouth he could also see a figure move past him. An eerily familiar figure whose identity turned Lorcan's face into a test rig whether one's eyeballs could actually fall out by too much staring.
Emma... he could not remember the second part. Could you perhaps consider asking the others first ? Tagging her as 'fucking moron', Lorcan quickly realized that Emmaline's action would not allow the rest of the party to prepare much. What's the damn purpose of a distraction if you don't have any kind of action in the back of your hand to actually make use of it ?
For the Skayleigh it came accross as a pretty bad move, but it would be even more of a dick move to abandon Emmaline now, using her as a distraction to just escape the overall situation. Sure he could, thereby probably greatly boosting his personal chances of survival, but what would his conscience say about it afterwards ?
So Lorcan launched his own move. No time for discussing this with Mr. Dwarf or any of the other unknown variables that were his companions, but instead he had to do in a hurry now what he had originally planned to do with much greater care: circle around the village and approach the men with crossbows from behind... or from the side at least. Starting to crawl along, Lorcan could only hope that at least some of the others would come to the same conclusion.
However the very first few yards of crawling on soil littered with leaves and branches made clear to him that both his current equipment -- that was the rattling chain of his manacle -- and skill were no match for the task of combining speed and stealth in this environment. He'd have to think of something easier, quicker to reach, and redirected his eyes towards a nearby tree. Then back towards the ruined village in an attempt to see what the bandits were doing and if they were looking at his direction, then back to the tree again.
This will have to do... If there are any lumberjacks around here I'm screwed!
He crawled a little bit further until he was at a position where his line of vision towards the bandits was blocked by a building of the village. There'd be no point if those bandits would be able to see how he turned into something else. And then, there it suddenly was, a brand-new... well whatever fucking non-Hurlgim species of tree this was next to him. As long as he would be able to maintain a halfway proper replica of it's visual appearance (albeit a lot smaller) everything was good!
"Stop! I told you to stop, bitch!" Lorcan inserted a brief, artificial pause into the words he yelled before continuing: "Oh damn why do women always have to think with their fucking curves while you claim we'd do it with the thing between our legs! STOP! Or I'll make you fuck a duck once I got you!"
Hopefully that was enough to give the impression that Emmaline had indeed some kind of pursuer on her tail that was about to emerge from the woods a few yards away from the rest of the group. Now if just one of those bandits would come here to check... or better more than one. As long as he would not have attracted the attention of too many men everything would be good, right ? Otherwise... Faeril and those around him would better start moving... and he'd have to continue acting like a tree that had suddenly learned to keep its mouth firmly shut.
Emma... he could not remember the second part. Could you perhaps consider asking the others first ? Tagging her as 'fucking moron', Lorcan quickly realized that Emmaline's action would not allow the rest of the party to prepare much. What's the damn purpose of a distraction if you don't have any kind of action in the back of your hand to actually make use of it ?
For the Skayleigh it came accross as a pretty bad move, but it would be even more of a dick move to abandon Emmaline now, using her as a distraction to just escape the overall situation. Sure he could, thereby probably greatly boosting his personal chances of survival, but what would his conscience say about it afterwards ?
So Lorcan launched his own move. No time for discussing this with Mr. Dwarf or any of the other unknown variables that were his companions, but instead he had to do in a hurry now what he had originally planned to do with much greater care: circle around the village and approach the men with crossbows from behind... or from the side at least. Starting to crawl along, Lorcan could only hope that at least some of the others would come to the same conclusion.
However the very first few yards of crawling on soil littered with leaves and branches made clear to him that both his current equipment -- that was the rattling chain of his manacle -- and skill were no match for the task of combining speed and stealth in this environment. He'd have to think of something easier, quicker to reach, and redirected his eyes towards a nearby tree. Then back towards the ruined village in an attempt to see what the bandits were doing and if they were looking at his direction, then back to the tree again.
This will have to do... If there are any lumberjacks around here I'm screwed!
He crawled a little bit further until he was at a position where his line of vision towards the bandits was blocked by a building of the village. There'd be no point if those bandits would be able to see how he turned into something else. And then, there it suddenly was, a brand-new... well whatever fucking non-Hurlgim species of tree this was next to him. As long as he would be able to maintain a halfway proper replica of it's visual appearance (albeit a lot smaller) everything was good!
"Stop! I told you to stop, bitch!" Lorcan inserted a brief, artificial pause into the words he yelled before continuing: "Oh damn why do women always have to think with their fucking curves while you claim we'd do it with the thing between our legs! STOP! Or I'll make you fuck a duck once I got you!"
Hopefully that was enough to give the impression that Emmaline had indeed some kind of pursuer on her tail that was about to emerge from the woods a few yards away from the rest of the group. Now if just one of those bandits would come here to check... or better more than one. As long as he would not have attracted the attention of too many men everything would be good, right ? Otherwise... Faeril and those around him would better start moving... and he'd have to continue acting like a tree that had suddenly learned to keep its mouth firmly shut.
So now I definitely need those answers about the Tree Walk questions :P
Is it allowed to post again before the current round has reached completion ?
Lorcan had little interest in being the one betraying their position. Therefore, he could not allow his tall figure to be seen or his dark voice to be heard. So, when he addressed Faeril, he did so in a pose that went somewhat beyond mere crouching. His hands and knees were on the verge of touching the dirty ground as he bent forward the best he could without losing his balance, trying to lower his profile further. A giant toddler who had lost his rattle and who, while searching for it, suddenly found the dwarf nearby more interesting.
That stink! Sure he himself probably did not smell like a field of roses either after that week in a wagon, but the kind of miasma wafting around Faeril irritated Lorcan's nose definitely a little hard! An opinion absolutely not biased by the fact that he had stopped to like dwarves in general since they had forced him to go into exile in the first place, so he kept his mouth firmly shut about it at that point!
"I find your logic sound, Faeril, but only at first glance." he started, almost whispering in the dwarf's right ear. "Upon deeper investigation I find it deeply flawed. First of all we don't know if there will be anything useful left to scavenge when they leave. Then just sitting and waiting here or somewhere else in the vicinity will expose us to the risk of detection as we do. Who knows how long they will take to finish what they're doing ? And then there's the fact that even if we succeed and get what we want we might very well happen to run into them again the next day. I say we should try and find a plan to dispose of this problem as we see it. If we don't find one we can still go for any of the alternatives."
In Lorcan's opinon they also could not just go around that village right now and gain a headstart, simply because there could be more bandits hiding somewhere else. Who said that all they currently saw was all that was there ? And suddenly an idea rose above his cognitive horizon: Of course those bandits would kill them right away if they went for any kind of frontal approach, but...
Lorcan turned his head behind, trying to see their 'princess': "Hey! Doesn't your kind of people have this fancy trick of not to be seen somehow for a short time ? We two could try and go for some distraction, maybe we can lure someone away from the rest." These, after all, were woods around them. Woods Lorcan started looking at for some minor study of their detailed appearance. Nobody would take notice of just one more tiny little tree, would he ?
That stink! Sure he himself probably did not smell like a field of roses either after that week in a wagon, but the kind of miasma wafting around Faeril irritated Lorcan's nose definitely a little hard! An opinion absolutely not biased by the fact that he had stopped to like dwarves in general since they had forced him to go into exile in the first place, so he kept his mouth firmly shut about it at that point!
"I find your logic sound, Faeril, but only at first glance." he started, almost whispering in the dwarf's right ear. "Upon deeper investigation I find it deeply flawed. First of all we don't know if there will be anything useful left to scavenge when they leave. Then just sitting and waiting here or somewhere else in the vicinity will expose us to the risk of detection as we do. Who knows how long they will take to finish what they're doing ? And then there's the fact that even if we succeed and get what we want we might very well happen to run into them again the next day. I say we should try and find a plan to dispose of this problem as we see it. If we don't find one we can still go for any of the alternatives."
In Lorcan's opinon they also could not just go around that village right now and gain a headstart, simply because there could be more bandits hiding somewhere else. Who said that all they currently saw was all that was there ? And suddenly an idea rose above his cognitive horizon: Of course those bandits would kill them right away if they went for any kind of frontal approach, but...
Lorcan turned his head behind, trying to see their 'princess': "Hey! Doesn't your kind of people have this fancy trick of not to be seen somehow for a short time ? We two could try and go for some distraction, maybe we can lure someone away from the rest." These, after all, were woods around them. Woods Lorcan started looking at for some minor study of their detailed appearance. Nobody would take notice of just one more tiny little tree, would he ?
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Elf-Lover!
Skayleigh-lover please!
Also I'm gonna try to get my post up after finishing the other items in my queue. I originally had been waiting for the answers on the 'Tree Walk' ability but in order to keep things going I'll try to work around these variables.
You dwarvinist! :)
I have a couple of questions regarding the 'Tree Walk':
- Is it an ability so innate to every individual that one can do it perfectly from scratch or does it require extensive training?
- Is the illusion stationary or can one move with it?
- Is it only optical or does it involve other senses as well to some degree, such as touch for example?
- How long does it last at best?
Also... I read that comment about Dwarves being the best fantasy race in another OOC. How dare you!
- Is it an ability so innate to every individual that one can do it perfectly from scratch or does it require extensive training?
- Is the illusion stationary or can one move with it?
- Is it only optical or does it involve other senses as well to some degree, such as touch for example?
- How long does it last at best?
Also... I read that comment about Dwarves being the best fantasy race in another OOC. How dare you!
@Greenie@Lauder Both are accepted! Just make sure you take out any GM's notes from me like
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Also Greenie, since your girl is a Ra'sheek, but she was in the north, let's say she fled north but was captured, since the land they live in is southeast of the Blood Coast.
Thanks for all the posts everyone! My next 3 posts are relatively well thought out and static, but true to the Grimdarkness of this RP, just keep in mind that once I post my next update, you'll have to make a decision that could lead to one of your deaths by the post after. Just FYI.
According to Faeril's plan Lorcan will be in the lead and everyone follows him in order to hide. Or in other words: I will have to post first and make a decision that can lead to Everyone's death.
Finally I have a cool job!
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