And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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5 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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5 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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6 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
6 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
Bio
I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
I do think that should about cover it, yes.
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
"And then... get this, and then!" the younger of the half-orcs approached by Orchid tried to get on with his story but fell victim to a laughing fit, only to then be interrupted more thoroughly by the demanding bellowing of the fellow green skinned newcomer. Someone who apparently had a superiority complex, the older one concluded. That they wouldn't even know which end of a sword to use. Big words from somebody they had never seen.
The young one fell silent, taken aback by the display. If a man like this had an idea for something, perhaps they should follow? Onward to glory! But what was it that this man had in mind? "What is it that we will do?" the young one asked, clearly bewildered by the unorthodox approach by one of their kin. But the beardless long haired young would soon fall silent as the older half-orc with a fuller beard stood up next to Orchid, half-a-head taller than this loud one of no manners.
"Hold it right thar sonny", he called out, clearly to both Orchid and the man that had been in his company. "I dun rememb'r seeing ya in our troop en route to Greenest, or on way back. I dun recall you luggin' a single crate to the new hoard. Yeah, I don't reckon' ya are just here to have us do you's work for ya, are ya? Ya's got a little too little purple on yaself fo' that. Ya wanna order me 'round, you betcha arse ya gon' prove ya got the balls!" The older half-orc crossed his arms and grit his teeth, staring Orchid into his eyes.
It is apparent that the devotion of the two half-orcs make them much less likely to be influenced by outside authorities, and it might not be the best of ideas to go and try to intimidate those who are intimidating in themselves. Orchid achieves partial success, seemingly getting the younger one on board, but rousing the ire of the older one.
Not quite yet, but rather soon. I would also be interested in knowing what you did in the time between.
-ima have Orchid brownbeat some other orcs into being his lackeys
You find two half-orcs chatting in a table, both with a mug of ale before them. The slightly younger one seems to be telling a story of some sort. Roll for Persuasion/Intimidation depending on your approach at the subject within your post.
@Lucius Cypher Full orcs? No. Half-orcs? Not in great amounts. Finding one from the crowd will take some time off your schedule, but you have a feeling you have seen one or two around.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Lucius Cypher@Gordian Nought@Norschtalen Any and all posts detailing actions would be appreciated from those who find their characters with something to do. After all, we are almost at the time limit again and going off on assumptions based on what little has been discussed does not bode well.
The man was put on an awkward position, Monica was sure of it. If it was so, that told her at least something about the man, the fact being that he was no player. And how he choked momentarily on the drink, probably no bruiser at Medusa's head either. Those people, she assumed, handled their liquor much more elegantly, if there could be elegance in the act of the common crook. But when he finally began addressing the issue, something was made clear as smuggled sunlight. That being, his way of speaking dressed him as someone of the University, no doubt, but you never know when your mirror-catch box had been laced with a bit of moonlight in-between. It might just be a really, really good act. But anything else in him didn't hint at them being a particularly good liar. University, definitely. Probably closer to Summerset too, with that belly. They could prove an ally one day...
Nope.
This man had just blurted out the supposedly obvious for everyone to hear. There were a few legitimate shocked gasps from the people around, not as much at what he said but how he said it. One of the young man of the circle looked particularly offended and tossed his hands in the air, turning around on his heel and walking away, hands still raised. Probably off to find a dance partner, Lady Monica would bet. But this whole thing, the directness of the reply, the reaction it had on everybody... she was pretty much the only person who had not been taken aback enough to take the actual step backwards and now that somebody even left the circle... she couldn't help herself any more.
Monica brought her free hand before her mouth as her neck tilted slightly forwards and she began laughing. At first she managed to contain it in part, but it didn't take long for her to throw her head back and share her amusement quite vocally. Truly, there were few people in London with quite as powerful a laugh as His Amused Lordship and despite Lady Monica not being one of them, she still recognised how showing her glee was, very likely inappropriate. The rest of the people who remained seemed almost as offended at the genuine reaction, where they could hold their faces in the expression, that was. The Parasol-toting Poet managed to collect herself after a long few moments, though by then it might already be too late to see the man who had simply expressed his opinion upon request to so. She just... hadn't been ready.
Were he still around, she might choose her next words more carefully. Something along the lines of... oh dear, she didn't even know what to say! Of course she suspected the Masters and she had even said so out loud, but... she couldn't say it to him again, if he hadn't caught on the Player's cant bit. There needed be something to be said... but unlike Lady Monica, somebody else in the circle was quick to catch up on the situation.
"Masters. But of course, the spires of the Bazaar do lay their shadow over all of London. It might simply be a bit far fetched to assume just any gathering to be hosted by Mr Wines... after all, is it not known for weaving along the guests at its revels? I do not see a hooded presence among us at the present moment. But it will have to be conceded, few would be in the wealth to host such an elaborate gathering otherwise. The small amount of guests is bound to help, however", the stranger allowed everyone willing to flow back into the conversation. Many moved away, wanting nothing to do with such an open discussion of those who held power in the Neath. But Lady Monica? She would stay. And she dared secretly hope she hadn't offended the pudgy (assumed) professor to the point of them rushing off. But that was unlikely.
"Now that the cat has been placed upon the table, or the elephant in the room has been addressed as they also say of the animals, one could presume that-", she began, only to be interrupted by another guest entering the room. Or, their host more likely. A hooded figure stepped over the doorstep, accompanied by several gentlemen in black with tall hats emblazoned by the mark of the London's constabulary. They all looked quite like the same, but the way this one carried itself... Wines? No, it had too many constables and it avoided the partygoers just a bit too intently on its way towards the musicants. And they were followed by another, much more jovial figure. Two Masters? The latter was undoubtedly Mr Wines. But... who was the former? And as soon as they had entered, two constables took position at the door. It seemed people were not let leave just yet. A trap after all? No, they would not bring in Masters for that. Lady Monica had to admit: The situation had her quite confused.
@Sofaking Fancy Not to be a bother, but we are nearing the week mark. If you are being held up by something, please mention it. This applies to everyone else just as well in future cases, for if we go over the week mark without hearing anything of one... well, it doesn't do good for the pacing to wait longer than that!
Marcus had to admit this feast carried with itself surprises, especially the status of the resigned Duchess as she returned. Now, the Paladin was one to not judge people without reason, but the state the woman returned in was hardly befitting of a hero she would need to be tomorrow. His hand reflexively sought out the prayer beads under his vestments and his fingers curled into a ball around them. It would be a shame if he would have to invoke their magic of Greater Restoration to have Ada capable of fighting the next day, but he could see that the former Duchess had already chosen her course of action for the night as she, perhaps overly comradely, headed off with a servant. Though perhaps sometimes it only did good for those 'beneath' one to hear how their work was appreciated.
As for others in this table, Marcus only nodded along as the fresher arrivals spoke their pieces. Despite his refined dining, he cared very little how others did it. He had grown up where there was little and with the common folk. His current status did not mean he would have grown to despise them, quite on the contrary. He was to be their sword and shield when need be, but merely their voice if he at all could. Change needed come from those who deemed themselves better than them, but when one's life was threatened it was only natural to bring out the force to protect.
Eventually everyone would begin heading away, but not before Marcus had had the chance to chat with both Lonett and Scrapmouse, the latter of which he met on one knee, closer to the floor. It was a sign of respect from the half-orc, but it would be left for the gnome to determine whether she would rather declare such obvious attention to her height as an offence. Nonetheless, he received two questions he should ask from Tyr, of the Ghoul Emperor and of the lair of the White Dragon. He had one or two of his own, however, and as the Ghoul Emperor's connection to Orcus had been all but confirmed, he decided it might not be among the most pressing of three things to ask. It could always be spared for another night.
In his room, the Paladin of Justice dug out an ornamental set of scales, where the middle was depicted as a warhammer in imitation of Tyr's holy symbol. He placed a stick of incense in each of the modified scale cups and placed his hands on the table under them, closing his eyes. He began muttering a prayer to Tyr's name, letting the magic flow through him and the scales alike. The powerful aura of the god of Justice arrived into his presence soon after, signing the time to ask his questions. This was the last time to second guess oneself, which it wouldn't be the first time if he did. Were the questions he would ask really the correct ones? Some needed to be left unasked for the more pressing ones to be assured to receive. It was times such as these he really hoped his mind was not partially that of an orc. With a heavy swallow and a parting of his suddenly dry lips, he got over the oppressive feeling and began.
"Should we seek the Ghoul Empire from Caelmarth?" he asked. Soon after he could feel the gentle touch of metal on top of his left hand, the scales having bowed to the side of 'Yes'. Their research had yielded fruit, it seemed. The half-orc almost smiled. Where there was a lead, there was a way. But there were still things to be asked.
The next question had taken some mulling over. Was it really of that much importance? Could he really skip asking the others for this? But if something was clear, it was the fact that Tyr's grace would not follow those on the expedition to the North. If they wanted their answers, the time was now. Finally he would let loose the question, before another wave of doubt would come over him: "Is it feasible to seek to collapse the lair of the dragon in the North?" A long second passed. Then another. Three more would go by. Finally he realised that no answer was forthcoming. Tyr could not answer. He bit his upper lip and cut his losses, moving on to the third question.
"Should those journeying to North seek Vael Turog?" he used his last remaining inquiry. And once again he could feel the touch of metal on his left hand. This time, however, it would linger. A foreign sensation crept into his mind. There was a want of knowledge. And that was what those journeying should experience. If not for the divine's presence, Marcus might not have understood. But now he knew what that was about. It was at Vael Turog where the others would find more answers than he could provide to them now. And then scale shot up from its lowered position and the feeling of divine presence faded, leaving the half-orc alone in his room.
He packed away the scales and got rid of the topmost layer of his clothing, climbing to bed. It would take a long time before he could really relax and settle down for the night and until then it would be staring at the ceiling and wondering just where the world was going. But wherever that was, he would be there as the shield of the little people.
Marcus has cast Commune. Answers are to be found in the post.
TL;DR: Q: Should we seek the Ghoul Empire from Caelmarth? A: Yes.
Q: Is it feasible to seek to collapse the lair of the dragon in the North? A: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Q: Should those journeying to North seek Vael Turog? A: Yes, for more answers.
As Orchid reached for the goblet of the man chatting with them, Krets slammed his hand on top of it, forcing the half-orc to contest him for the ownership of said water if he really wanted to get into it. Which, in the investigator's honest opinion, would be nothing but a mistake. But since the green brute did not seem to relent, Krets eventually made the decision to be the civilised half here and snorted disapprovingly as the interrogatee did as he pleased. At least they gave an answer to the question before vacating the table, leaving the old druid and the investigator alone for the time being. Krets waved the cult member attending to their needs back to the table and requested another water for himself and began lighting up his pipe again. Why did all of these newcomers do their best to get on his nerves?
Torag's story, on the other hand, had strictly nothing to do with the question asked. It told something about the man's supposed motivations, that it did. But it did not exactly convince Krets of the devotion of this man. It was as if he was trying to ram it down his throat. Granted, that was this camp all together and many of those who interacted with him, trying to impress him. Krets liked the cult leadership for this reason: They didn't do shit like this. He drew in a deep breath from his pipe and breathed out slowly, letting the fumes tint the air before his visage just slightly. The new water arrived just in time for the toast, to which he would nonetheless join. "And for the hoard to befit the Queen's return", he added, holding his pipe on the side as he drank.
Well, he was rather sure of the results he had by now. He stayed for a while longer, long enough for Orchid to return and catch Krets and Torag exchanging a few pleasantries before he would be given the stink eye and Krets would excuse himself, to head to Tiamat only knows where next. The party was left alone for a few hours now though. Long enough for the sun to settle beyond the natural walls of the camp.
For better or worse, you are freed of active pestering by Krets, the investigator. Please detail your chosen actions for the time to come. If waiting for nightfall to free the Monk you came here for was the plan, assume that we will move on to the realisation of that plan by my next post. You are welcome to do multiple posts if you want to interact with one another, as I will check with everyone before we move on. Unless we hit the day limit, of course.
@shylarah Acceptable? Yes, under certain circumstances. Mainly when partners of the opposite gender were not to be found. Which, currently, there are. I do many of my statements partially tongue in cheek (like that foolish part) but I don't pull stuff out of my behind. Usually.
EDIT: I am not saying he couldn't. But it might draw more attention than usual. Not necessarily a bad thing I guess.
What the frell! I did not get this notification at all o.O Found the OOC by chance. Oh well... Have fun
Oh dear. I wonder how that happened? I am rather certain I included you in the mentions for the OOC opener... yeah, I see you there too. That's all kinds of weird and disappointing. I'll keep you in mind in case a vacancy comes up.
Anyone want to dance?
Monica might, if asked politely and charmingly enough. But it is awfully rude to interrupt a discussion. And if Renee is not one to take up the offer either, you are sure to find another partygoer who would find it in her interests. After all, you wouldn't be quite foolish enough to break the norm, mask or no mask, would you?
I suppose it is about time for me to [s]copypaste[/s] fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...[list][*] I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
[*] I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
[*] I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is [b]that[/b] serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
[*] Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities![/list]I do think that should about cover it, yes.
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I suppose it is about time for me to <span class="bb-s">copypaste</span> fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.<br><br>I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...<ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.</li><li>I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.</li><li>I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is <span class="bb-b">that</span> serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.</li><li>Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!</li></ul>I do think that should about cover it, yes.<br><br>Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!</div>
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