Grothnor

Pirate Age

Fox of Spades said
And ehehe, didn't know how to pronounce Thnor, so I dubbed thee Thor :D!

That's what I figured. I'll be sure to keep you updated with any outfit changes to Ray too.

Also, I got a new mouse, so YAY! I can now use my computer to its full potential again!

Finally, concerning the "How screwed are you if you were the last Video Game character you played as" topic, I may have an amendment to my previous statement:

SPOILERS!

Apparently, Death (the Horseman of the Apocalypse) has to sacrifice himself to resurrect humanity, so...

I'd say I'm pretty screwed.

Pirate Age

So, a terrible thing has happened to me today. My mouse broke today and my laptop's trackpad broke a couple days earlier my mistake the trackpad works fine, so my ability to navigate the interwebs has been severely truncated. Fortunately, my laptop has a touchscreen, so I still can use it, and that's how I'm able to make this post. However, I'm not a fan of touchscreens so until I can get a new mouse, this will be interesting experience trying to use my computer.

tl;dr: I'm having minor computer issues, will be fixed in a day or two. Please forgive any late posts.

Bloodshed and Betrayal, 40k

Rayvius swallowed his mouthful of Grox before speaking. “A Hive Tyrant, or an equivalent synapse beast. Impressive. The largest tyranid I've bagged was a Broodlord, though I've taken out several of them. I fight genestealer cults more often than I fight the swarm. Personally, I'd take a fight with a Tyrant any day. It's straightforward and uncomplicated. Genestealers are cunning and subtle, yet fierce and deadly. Their claws are able to tear through ceramite, and they can wait for days without betraying their position. I've heard tales of our first company, Deathwing, boarding a space hulk infested with the things. The corridors were so narrow that no one could see or shoot past each other, and the genestealers could just tear through their tactical dreadnought armor. Not a situation I would have wanted to be in. Either way, the largest thing I've killed would probably be a broodlord, maybe at three point two meters, but the largest thing I have destroyed was a Manta Missile Destroyer. I was trying to assassinate a Tau Ethereal at his summer palace. I managed to force him to flee to his Manta where I boarded it, destroyed the engine mid-flight and avoided the crash with a grav-chute.

Pirate Age

Ray was relieved to see his captain alive and in one piece. “Cap'n, while we all find your resilience impressive, could you at least try to keep out of harms way?”

"Hey when did we save the kingdom?" Luro said tilting his head. "I feel like I'm missing something."

“Uhh, I think that was me, but I was just trying to save you guys.” Ray replied, scratching his head. “This whole episode is starting to sound like one of Ciaphas Adder's adventures.”

When the queen hugged him, Ray was embarrassed. He was in no condition to greet royalty: His coat was still wet from the seawater he waded through, it still had plenty of bloodstains on it, both from the slaver fight and today, and he couldn't remember the last time it had been washed, which was probably before his exodus from Lendria. He was much happier that the King decided to bow instead of hug, and returned the bow gracefully. He also made a mental note to purchase a new outfit while in Waterdeep, probably several.

After being escorted to the feast, Ray tried to guide Danny through some brief lessons in fine dining, but gave up when her interest shifted, which seemed to be happening rapidly. There certainly was a broad selection of food and drink, and Ray didn't blame her for wanting to take in all that was being offered. After loading a plate and snagging a fine Lendrian vintage, he dug in with few of the manners he was raised with, which somewhat surprised and mildly embarrassed him, being in the presence of Royalty, after all. He contemplated using proper manners, but saw little need; he was hardly a nobleman now, and nobody here expected him to eat with manners, so he continued with his meal with gusto. He had unknowingly worked up quite an appetite.

Pirate Age

Greetings Winter. I am Grothnor, affectionately known as Thor here (for some reason that I still don't quite know, but Thor is cool, so, whatever). Feel free to call me whatever. Or Grothy, like my sig says.

Where are you in Dark Souls 2? I've just about beaten it (I have the final boss left, but I lost interest in dying all the time).

As for my slow/late posts, that's just because I'm lazy. I enjoy making characters and worlds, I just find writing about them to be a bit of a chore if I'm not in the mood. And lately my mood has been "Play your new video game!"

Also, sweet banners, though Ray may be undergoing an outfit change soon....

EDIT: I would like to add a piece to the world we've been building: Ciaphas Adder is a fictional character in comedic novels in the universe. He's a self-absorbed coward and would like nothing more than to live in peace and luxury, but gets roped into crazy adventures regularly. By miraculous circumstance, he always ends up the hero, and is showered with praise, riches and position, which he likes. However, his fame often leads to more adventures, much to his chagrin. His ship is the 'Black Cain,' and is accompanied by his loyal manservant, 'Bald Ricky' Jurgen.

I based him off of Edmund Blackadder and Ciaphas Cain. Blackadder has had several British TV shows of the same name and Cain is from a book series I love which was based off Blackadder, and their adventures are largely similar to those of "Ciaphas Adder." “Bald Ricky” Jurgen is a combination of Blackadder's manservant Baldrick and Cain's aide Jurgen.

For more info, see Here for Blackadder and Here for Cain.

Pirate Age

Uhh... I've been playing Darksiders 2, so... yeah, kinda hard to kill Death. I think I'm fine.

Pirate Age

Posted. And here's the song Ray performed.



PS: I may have already showed you guys this one.

Pirate Age

Luro's comment about singing made Ray chuckle; it felt like he hadn't done that in months, but it was short lived. The soldiers were readying to attack and board the ship. Ray knew they didn't stand a chance, but was ready to die for the StarDusk Pirates, his friends. Suddenly, a noblewoman of clear position stepped out and ceased the fighting altogether. Ray hadn't the faintest idea who she was, but he was incredibly thankful to her for sparing him from fighting good, honest men who were simply caught up in the moment. He would have severely regretted fighting them.

Soon afterwards, it seemed like everything just fell into place and things calmed down. All the StarDusk Pirates eventually boarded the Coral Pearl in one piece, the Kraken Skull Pirates were defeated and captured, Captain Fenn was taken into custody and all Ray could do was sit there. The emotional toll on Ray had drained him completely, having gone from fear of death to safety and back several times in that day, not to mention his physical exhaution. He had no idea what had gone on to produce an ending like this, and it didn't sit entirely well with him: it all seemed too neat and anti-climactic. Then again, he didn't care, so long as nobody was trying to kill him.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. ”Nice to see you again Ray.” Ray turned to see Nolan, grunted a greeting and smiled weakly. “Where did you get the army? I never knew you had connections in Waterdeep as well."

Ray chuckled. “Its, uhh... its a long story. Buy me a drink and I'll tell you.” Ray sat there on the deck for a minute or two, enjoying the general antics of the crew before willing himself to stand and find his viola. Fortunately, it was just where he left it, and he began playing a song. Before he knew it, some of the soldiers began playing with him. It didn't take long to put Ray in the mood to sing, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Here's a health to the king and lasting peace,
To faction end, to wealth increase.
Come let us drink while we have breath,
For there's no drinking after death.

And he that will this health deny,
Down among the dead men,
Down among the dead men,
Down, down, down, down,
Down among the dead men let him lie!”

Pirate Age

Well, its Friday now... In New York, anyway. I need to get to work on my post and stuff.

Curse my laziness.

The Impossible City

“...get a smelter from HQ, melt the bloody things into weird shapes, sell them as art pieces? Maybe.... I don't know the first bloody thing about art though, so I'll probably end up wasting the platinum and get in trouble.... How would I even get HQ to send me a smelter...?” Raymond's sotto-voce brainstorm was interrupted by someone bumping into him. He automatically muttered, “Sorry,” though after a moment's realization, he was certain he wasn't the one at fault. “Uh, are you alright, young miss?” A pantomime gesture informed him that 'she' was a 'he.' “Umm... young man?” Ray's brow scrunched in surprise and confusion for a moment, then relaxed as he shrugged. “Well, I hope you aren't hurt.” The boy made a gesture that took Ray a second to figure out. “Who me? No, I'm fine.” Ray patted his exoskeleton to show its durability. “I'm more concerned with you, speeding face-first into plasteel plating.” The boy made some more gestures that Raymond took to mean that he was fine. “Tell you what, I'll buy you a treat to make up for your nose running into a metal man, okay?” A nod and a smile and the two were underway.

“You can't speak can you?” Ray asked. The boy shook his head. Ray started making a strange sound with his voicebox. It took the boy a moment to realize from the rhythm that he was laughing. “I can't speak either. Well, not with my real voice. I lost it in an accident, and I had to get an electronic voicebox instead. Either way, I'll be sure to only ask you yes or no questions then; I don't speak sign language and I hate charades. I suck at it.” A silence held until Ray piped up again, “I don't suppose you know anything about platinum sculptures, do you?” He shook his head. “Worth a shot.”