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Fuzzybootz
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STATUS: Blarg. I'm here again.. cause well I just can't seem to stay away. I crave the days where I would write everyday. I miss it badly. 3 mos ago
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Blarg. I'm here again.. cause well I just can't seem to stay away. I crave the days where I would write everyday. I miss it badly.
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Dumb that accounts cannot be deleted. Any way I will not be logging on anymore. Bye!
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I have returned, but I am not super active. Mostly because I am not seeing too many interesting threads. Will only play in small group as big groups get messy real quick.
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Gonna have to step away from playing for a while. Its a bummer but I just dont have the focus.
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Thinking of starting a new Advanced small group adventure after the new year.....
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I am an almost 40 year old from California who enjoys all Nerdy things. I prefer a small group over 1x1. Into into any genre, but I prefer Fantasy or Urban Fantasy.
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Sorry for the small absence. I have been participating in a week long scavenger hunt, its been exhausting, and its only half way done. Should be back up and running shortly.
With a precision, Zin’s bola wrapped around the front gnoll’s left shin and then the right. It happened so fast that the Gnoll had no time to react before its forward momentum sent it crashing to the ground with a dirt clouded thud. It made a garbled cry of surprise and then a grunt of pain as its snout was bloodied by the impact.
The Gnoll that stood beside his fallen comrade reacted far quicker than Zin had expected. It bull rushed forward with an intimidating roar. It left Zin with only enough time draw one kukri before it located him. With both hands, the Gnoll brought its scimitar down with the intention of slicing Zin in two. With an Elvish curse, Zin jumped back. Zin landed, his left foot back, in a lunge position. The Scimitar came so close that Zin could practically taste its rust. However, the Gnoll didn’t miss a beat and advanced again.
This time, Zin was ready. Staying low, Zin brought his left foot forward and lifted his kukri up to eye level, blade out. He took another step to his right and with ease, he ducked under the Gnoll’s uplifted arm. The Gnoll growled in pain as Zin sliced it right below the armpit and then gave it a swift shove with his free hand.
With a steadied flourish, Zin returned to his semi-lunge position. He unsheathed his second Kukri just as the Gnoll spun on its heels and swung the Scimitar in a downward arc. In a split second, Zin recognized his opening. Zin grunted in excursion as he deflected the swing with the blade of his left kukri, slicing the tendon the Gnoll’s wrist. In the same breath, Zen sliced the Gnoll’s exposed belly.
The kukri is a small weapon, but a formidable one. In the hands of a capable hunter, it's intent is to slice through thick hide in a single slice. The Gnoll’s warm blood sprayed outward, covering Zin, and Its viscera spilled out onto the ground. In a state of shock the Gnoll attempted to put it all back inside, stumbled, and fell forward.
Zin stood horrified. His face and blades were slick with the red blood of the Gnoll. He had never killed an opponent in such a manner. He had cut open countless creatures for food, but only after putting them out of their misery first. In his attempt to fight honorably, he had done far worse than stabbing it in the back. As an act of guilt, Zin crouched down beside it.
“Forgive me?” Zin cried in Elvish. He then put the Gnoll out its misery.
In those moments, Zin was lost in his thoughts. He did not hear it as another massive Gnoll snuck up behind him. The Gnoll's intent was on separating Zin’s head from his shoulders.
The Gnoll that stood beside his fallen comrade reacted far quicker than Zin had expected. It bull rushed forward with an intimidating roar. It left Zin with only enough time draw one kukri before it located him. With both hands, the Gnoll brought its scimitar down with the intention of slicing Zin in two. With an Elvish curse, Zin jumped back. Zin landed, his left foot back, in a lunge position. The Scimitar came so close that Zin could practically taste its rust. However, the Gnoll didn’t miss a beat and advanced again.
This time, Zin was ready. Staying low, Zin brought his left foot forward and lifted his kukri up to eye level, blade out. He took another step to his right and with ease, he ducked under the Gnoll’s uplifted arm. The Gnoll growled in pain as Zin sliced it right below the armpit and then gave it a swift shove with his free hand.
With a steadied flourish, Zin returned to his semi-lunge position. He unsheathed his second Kukri just as the Gnoll spun on its heels and swung the Scimitar in a downward arc. In a split second, Zin recognized his opening. Zin grunted in excursion as he deflected the swing with the blade of his left kukri, slicing the tendon the Gnoll’s wrist. In the same breath, Zen sliced the Gnoll’s exposed belly.
The kukri is a small weapon, but a formidable one. In the hands of a capable hunter, it's intent is to slice through thick hide in a single slice. The Gnoll’s warm blood sprayed outward, covering Zin, and Its viscera spilled out onto the ground. In a state of shock the Gnoll attempted to put it all back inside, stumbled, and fell forward.
Zin stood horrified. His face and blades were slick with the red blood of the Gnoll. He had never killed an opponent in such a manner. He had cut open countless creatures for food, but only after putting them out of their misery first. In his attempt to fight honorably, he had done far worse than stabbing it in the back. As an act of guilt, Zin crouched down beside it.
“Forgive me?” Zin cried in Elvish. He then put the Gnoll out its misery.
In those moments, Zin was lost in his thoughts. He did not hear it as another massive Gnoll snuck up behind him. The Gnoll's intent was on separating Zin’s head from his shoulders.
Ok So, I've actually rewritten my post because I was not happy with the original. However, it turned a little more brutal than I expected.
Fair warning.
I'm still leaving Zin open for saving as I think it will drive character development.
Fair warning.
I'm still leaving Zin open for saving as I think it will drive character development.
If I left Zin vulnerable for a moment at the end of my next post, would someone save him?
Edit: I have a post ready but I'm waiting on a response.
Edit: I have a post ready but I'm waiting on a response.
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Jex is a giant lizard, not a man.
Arassel is both up in a tree the entire way through the forest, and pretty much silent; even for another Elf he'd have to strain to hear her...as for pulling her bowstring, her hand was nowhere near it.
I'm just being a pedantic nitpicker here, so just ignore me.
First.... I know hes not a Human... But since there is a lack of a better word I stand by my decision.
Second, chances are slim that she could be completely silent. Also I didnt pinpoint exactly were She was just that he heard her. So, her being in a tree is unimportant.
Third, I apologise for taking some liberties. I Figured she would use the bow she had in her hand.
@FuzzybootzExcellent post. You not only added what your character experienced beforehand, but you showed what he was going to do to further the plot. Next time though, post which enemy you're going after (don't edit now though, I'll make sure you're good. Hope you're having fun! btw)
Oh sorry. I figured in this case it doesnt matter. FYI the closest one to Zin will do just fine.
BTW, Con was pretty boring. I wasn't able to get into any big panels. However, I did get into a writing class taught by Maxwell Alexander Drake. If you haven't heard of him, I would highly recommend looking him up.
I met and got a high-five from Misha Collins. Though, If you don't watch Supernatural you won't know who that is.
I picked up a few cool prints and of course comics.
I met and got a high-five from Misha Collins. Though, If you don't watch Supernatural you won't know who that is.
I picked up a few cool prints and of course comics.
Captain Kayden laid out the plan for the next day and Zin nodded his agreement. It seemed pretty straightforward, but he knew that things were unlikely to go as planned. For now, he would withhold his judgment of the group until after tomorrow. If at the conclusion he was not satisfied, he would simply walk away.
For a short moment, he watched the Drabarian. Zin spied which leg the man put most his weight. Zin watched how he gestured with his hands. Zin hoped to glean some information about the man before heading into combat with him.
Captain Kayden dismissed them when all was said and done.
Zin pushed himself up off the wall he leaned against. He made sure to catch the Captain’s eye before bowing his head and pounding a fist to his chest. “On the Morrow.” He paused. “Captain.”
He then exited the crumbling tower before it could collapse.
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Two hours before dawn Zin found himself once again at the delapitated guard tower. Jex stood guard from up above and Captain Kayden was close by. There wasn’t much conversation being made as they readied themselves. It wasn’t long before the groups assembled and were ready to go their separate ways.
With Jex at the forefront, Zin took on the task of watching their flank. They all walked in relative silence for a fair distance before Zin smelled something odd. He was unable to identify it before Jex came to a stop. Jex turned to the group and warned them, with an intimidating glare, that there was trouble up ahead.
Zin quickly dashed to the cover of the trees and pulled the bola from his belt. Graystone had a similar Idea and hid a few trees over. Zin took a moment to listen. His ears twitched as he picked out the position of Arassel and Regeland. Zin distinctly heard the pull of Arassel’s bowstring. On top of that, Zin heard the footfalls of 6 strangers. He could also smell them.
Zin signaled to Graystone the number 6 and then looked up to where Jex hid in the trees. He spun the bola once. He hoped that Jex would understand that he wanted to use it as a distraction. Zin would wait until the group entered the clearing and at an unexpected time catch one of the creatures. It wouldn’t hurt the Gnoll, but it would certainly distract them long enough to gain the advantage.
Just then the creatures entered the clearing. They were just as disgusting looking as they smelled.
Zin began to spin the Bola rapidly with as much momentum he thought he needed. The only warning it made was the whistle as Zin let it go.
For a short moment, he watched the Drabarian. Zin spied which leg the man put most his weight. Zin watched how he gestured with his hands. Zin hoped to glean some information about the man before heading into combat with him.
Captain Kayden dismissed them when all was said and done.
Zin pushed himself up off the wall he leaned against. He made sure to catch the Captain’s eye before bowing his head and pounding a fist to his chest. “On the Morrow.” He paused. “Captain.”
He then exited the crumbling tower before it could collapse.
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Two hours before dawn Zin found himself once again at the delapitated guard tower. Jex stood guard from up above and Captain Kayden was close by. There wasn’t much conversation being made as they readied themselves. It wasn’t long before the groups assembled and were ready to go their separate ways.
With Jex at the forefront, Zin took on the task of watching their flank. They all walked in relative silence for a fair distance before Zin smelled something odd. He was unable to identify it before Jex came to a stop. Jex turned to the group and warned them, with an intimidating glare, that there was trouble up ahead.
Zin quickly dashed to the cover of the trees and pulled the bola from his belt. Graystone had a similar Idea and hid a few trees over. Zin took a moment to listen. His ears twitched as he picked out the position of Arassel and Regeland. Zin distinctly heard the pull of Arassel’s bowstring. On top of that, Zin heard the footfalls of 6 strangers. He could also smell them.
Zin signaled to Graystone the number 6 and then looked up to where Jex hid in the trees. He spun the bola once. He hoped that Jex would understand that he wanted to use it as a distraction. Zin would wait until the group entered the clearing and at an unexpected time catch one of the creatures. It wouldn’t hurt the Gnoll, but it would certainly distract them long enough to gain the advantage.
Just then the creatures entered the clearing. They were just as disgusting looking as they smelled.
Zin began to spin the Bola rapidly with as much momentum he thought he needed. The only warning it made was the whistle as Zin let it go.
Yeah sorry. I wasn't able to post by Saturday. There was no way I was gonna be able to. I can post something by tonight, though.
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