I am starting to recover from my cold. Post to come during the weekend.
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5 yrs ago
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!
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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...
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!
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!
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!
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6 yrs ago
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It was the day after the Greenest's heroes' one day respite from bringing the fight to the cult of the dragon. They no longer felt like there was anything to do within the town, and thus they sought to leave and do exactly what had been requested of them: To find out just what the Cult was planning to do next. If there were any plans to attack further settlements, those would be on the top of the priority list to report as far as they knew. If that was not something they could tell, at least there was the knowledge that they were not yet on the move. And if they had the opportunity, the hatchery remained a potential target for sabotage just as well.
The sun had risen above the horizon, but it had not been given much more time than that. Its still cold rays extended themselves over dew decorated plains, marking the path the heroes were to walk with its yet barely marked old tracks of the passing cult. Leosin had dragged himself out of bed and walked to the heroes with his own two feet, an encouraging smile on his visage. "Remember, I will depart for Elturel tomorrow. If I am gone by the time you arrive, speak with my friend Ontharr Frume instead. I will have him informed of your arrival if I must leave." With that, he saw the adventurers off, wishing them good luck under his breath only once they were already out of earshot. On to prepare for the next few days for him.
On the way towards the horseshoe that was the cultist's camp, Orchid insisted they stop by the scene of the fight from a few days earlier. At the scene some tracks and discarded weapons still remained, but being stored on the wet ground had not done the few scimitars any services. Three were there to be found, were the woodsman to wish taking them with him, though it was difficult to see immediate value in this act. They were, after all, but simple weapons. Easily mass produced with little resale value. But they were weapons, and they would still cut if a bit of whetstone was applied to the worst parts of them.
A closer approach towards the camp provided Torus and Parum with surprising news, however. The hustle and bustle they had seen be the norm of life in the camp was gone. None of the kobold's tents still stood, and only one man could be seen in the camp with two others leaving with two horses each. They took off to different directions, though all of them seemed to be equally trampled. Not many conclusions were left to be drawn from here. Leosin's assumption that the cult would have been slow to move anywhere must have been in the wrong.
To their luck, as the bard led forth the old man blind to his own senses, the eyes of Judgement would bring them a saving grace of knowledge: There were still people within the cave. From the mouth they could be seen, just out of direct light that the now substantially warmer sun sent downwards. Two dragonclaws stood guard, a barrier standing for those unauthorised. But nothing to stop the truly determined. The mouth of the camp was barren of any guard now, and between them and the cave stood now only the tents the humanoid members of the cult had used and the one man seemingly gathering something into a tent.
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The sun had risen above the horizon, but it had not been given much more time than that. Its still cold rays extended themselves over dew decorated plains, marking the path the heroes were to walk with its yet barely marked old tracks of the passing cult. Leosin had dragged himself out of bed and walked to the heroes with his own two feet, an encouraging smile on his visage. "Remember, I will depart for Elturel tomorrow. If I am gone by the time you arrive, speak with my friend Ontharr Frume instead. I will have him informed of your arrival if I must leave." With that, he saw the adventurers off, wishing them good luck under his breath only once they were already out of earshot. On to prepare for the next few days for him.
On the way towards the horseshoe that was the cultist's camp, Orchid insisted they stop by the scene of the fight from a few days earlier. At the scene some tracks and discarded weapons still remained, but being stored on the wet ground had not done the few scimitars any services. Three were there to be found, were the woodsman to wish taking them with him, though it was difficult to see immediate value in this act. They were, after all, but simple weapons. Easily mass produced with little resale value. But they were weapons, and they would still cut if a bit of whetstone was applied to the worst parts of them.
A closer approach towards the camp provided Torus and Parum with surprising news, however. The hustle and bustle they had seen be the norm of life in the camp was gone. None of the kobold's tents still stood, and only one man could be seen in the camp with two others leaving with two horses each. They took off to different directions, though all of them seemed to be equally trampled. Not many conclusions were left to be drawn from here. Leosin's assumption that the cult would have been slow to move anywhere must have been in the wrong.
To their luck, as the bard led forth the old man blind to his own senses, the eyes of Judgement would bring them a saving grace of knowledge: There were still people within the cave. From the mouth they could be seen, just out of direct light that the now substantially warmer sun sent downwards. Two dragonclaws stood guard, a barrier standing for those unauthorised. But nothing to stop the truly determined. The mouth of the camp was barren of any guard now, and between them and the cave stood now only the tents the humanoid members of the cult had used and the one man seemingly gathering something into a tent.
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If nothing else will be rolling forth, I will be advancing us tomorrow.
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It would be possible to notice him going and thus heading after him. Whether Orchid thinks that is a good idea is up to @Lucius Cypher.
It would be possible to notice him going and thus heading after him. Whether Orchid thinks that is a good idea is up to @Lucius Cypher.
@Lucius Cypher So Orchid would go and get some intel on the cult movements from the cover of the woods. Gotcha. He won't get that far in a day though, but you should find a few details in your inbox.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity So for one Ashkar Brannor, a night of recovery and he is ready to roll. Noted.
Well now. It does seem like there is not much you fine people would be doing. So I'll just toss in the question via OOC: I suppose you will be departing for the camp once again in short order. The very next day, or perhaps the one after that when Leosin aims to leave for his own destination, where you are supposed to meet after the intelligence has been gathered? Or might there be further preparation that you need? If so, don't hesitate to poke me about it, IC or OOC. I just figure we should be moving on about now. We have spent long enough idling with no clear goal.
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6 yrs ago
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Well, even if she found Croaks to be a funny name, at least she didn't go about pestering him for the real name behind it all. "The other guy is Ribby, but that you already knew didn't you", Croaks would try and see if Nina caught on to where the names were coming from. After all, it should have been plenty clear by this point. For the info on the other names, she was quick to point out her trade. Yes, he knew. She was an info broker. And if she ever get to know the name Miquel Borges Mão de Ferro Santos, then she would soon find out that nobody would give a flying fuck about it. He was Croaks as through as anyone cared, other than maybe Trauma Team. But that gang wouldn't show up in these parts unless some hotshot got lost and scared.
Then things began moving fast. It got into a blur that was difficult to follow faster than SynthCoke ruined your life, and that was coming from a gangster of all people. People rushing in and out, the guard handing weapons back over to the ones making their exit faster than Croaks had ever seen anyone work around these parts, Nina making her own mad dash for whatever the fuck, the strange helmeted woman making her own rounds, his pager beeping as a message reached it just as well… Yeah, Croaks just gave up. The bouncer gave him an understanding look, shrugging and shaking his head. Whatever this was, he wasn't paid enough to care. And if the future of his gang wasn't possibly hanging on this case, Croaks knew he would have made his way back to the corner table and just called it a day.
But things finally began slowing down when Nina returned now with a… "If you make a habit of lugging corpses around on your shoulder I can see how you'd hear that chip joke often", Croaks sighed exasperatedly, taking a moment to rub his eyes and wave to the guard that it was okay to let her pass. Fuck, if he wasn't already buzzed he would have needed a drink. And though he'd love to just forget this mess of a night, getting absolutely fucking hammered was not looking like a smart thing to do. He groaned half in despair, half in annoyance and slowly made his way back in proper once more. At least this was going somewhere that could actually move them forward, if compared to the earlier plan the girl had had.
He caught up to the rushing gal, who now had a gun or two pointed at her by the inner guards of the bar. "It's fine, it's fine, we just finished picking this up from the gutter. Ain't one of us, go about your business", Croaks would announce out loud to have his men stand down. Once the guns were stashed away, he'd shoot a venomous glare at Nina. "You. Really. REALLY. Need those chips", he underlined his words with the heavy pauses. It had been this close that she hadn't just ended up as Swiss cheese on the dance floor.
The question she posed was something that Croaks knew the answer to, but would need Ribby to see it through. "Yeah, we'll just need to head on over to-", he began, getting interrupted by the approaching mound of assorted survival gear. The man gave him a glare and held his hands on his sides with their palms up. On his face, as clearly as possible, read the message 'could you fucking not?'. The last few moments had made his day bad enough as it stood right now. "And you know what I can do? I can make this block of town shoot you on sight, so if you wouldn't just waltz in to conversations that clearly don't concern you, that'd be great. Now scram, before I make that a reality", Croaks finally snapped, waving his arm dismissively at the freak. And he wasn't kidding. Two more sentences and he was giving the command. Hopefully the guy had enough of a brain in that fishbowl of his to realise that.
But with that, Croaks would take a few more steps onward, glancing back at Nina to see if she was still following or if she had gotten some bright idea to play nice with the intruding individual for who the fuck knows why. The gang members who had just put away their guns were eyeing the outsider with a dangerous look about them already. They would have the weapons at the ready. Croaks knew this. But his business was with his brother for now.
Ribby understood the matter. Having shared what he'd had, the other chief arranged a side room for a bit of a talk with the unconscious individual, once they would be coming to of course. The person wasn't wholly unfamiliar, sharing something in their form of dress with the ones Ribby had spoken about if Croaks had followed correctly. But now it would be up to waiting for the guy to come back to. Croaks took a look at Nina while he prepared his gun for a possible execution if the captive would turn out all too uncooperative. "So what you want to talk about with this guy? And do you want me to play the bad guy off you?" he'd check the basics before starting.
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Then things began moving fast. It got into a blur that was difficult to follow faster than SynthCoke ruined your life, and that was coming from a gangster of all people. People rushing in and out, the guard handing weapons back over to the ones making their exit faster than Croaks had ever seen anyone work around these parts, Nina making her own mad dash for whatever the fuck, the strange helmeted woman making her own rounds, his pager beeping as a message reached it just as well… Yeah, Croaks just gave up. The bouncer gave him an understanding look, shrugging and shaking his head. Whatever this was, he wasn't paid enough to care. And if the future of his gang wasn't possibly hanging on this case, Croaks knew he would have made his way back to the corner table and just called it a day.
But things finally began slowing down when Nina returned now with a… "If you make a habit of lugging corpses around on your shoulder I can see how you'd hear that chip joke often", Croaks sighed exasperatedly, taking a moment to rub his eyes and wave to the guard that it was okay to let her pass. Fuck, if he wasn't already buzzed he would have needed a drink. And though he'd love to just forget this mess of a night, getting absolutely fucking hammered was not looking like a smart thing to do. He groaned half in despair, half in annoyance and slowly made his way back in proper once more. At least this was going somewhere that could actually move them forward, if compared to the earlier plan the girl had had.
He caught up to the rushing gal, who now had a gun or two pointed at her by the inner guards of the bar. "It's fine, it's fine, we just finished picking this up from the gutter. Ain't one of us, go about your business", Croaks would announce out loud to have his men stand down. Once the guns were stashed away, he'd shoot a venomous glare at Nina. "You. Really. REALLY. Need those chips", he underlined his words with the heavy pauses. It had been this close that she hadn't just ended up as Swiss cheese on the dance floor.
The question she posed was something that Croaks knew the answer to, but would need Ribby to see it through. "Yeah, we'll just need to head on over to-", he began, getting interrupted by the approaching mound of assorted survival gear. The man gave him a glare and held his hands on his sides with their palms up. On his face, as clearly as possible, read the message 'could you fucking not?'. The last few moments had made his day bad enough as it stood right now. "And you know what I can do? I can make this block of town shoot you on sight, so if you wouldn't just waltz in to conversations that clearly don't concern you, that'd be great. Now scram, before I make that a reality", Croaks finally snapped, waving his arm dismissively at the freak. And he wasn't kidding. Two more sentences and he was giving the command. Hopefully the guy had enough of a brain in that fishbowl of his to realise that.
But with that, Croaks would take a few more steps onward, glancing back at Nina to see if she was still following or if she had gotten some bright idea to play nice with the intruding individual for who the fuck knows why. The gang members who had just put away their guns were eyeing the outsider with a dangerous look about them already. They would have the weapons at the ready. Croaks knew this. But his business was with his brother for now.
Ribby understood the matter. Having shared what he'd had, the other chief arranged a side room for a bit of a talk with the unconscious individual, once they would be coming to of course. The person wasn't wholly unfamiliar, sharing something in their form of dress with the ones Ribby had spoken about if Croaks had followed correctly. But now it would be up to waiting for the guy to come back to. Croaks took a look at Nina while he prepared his gun for a possible execution if the captive would turn out all too uncooperative. "So what you want to talk about with this guy? And do you want me to play the bad guy off you?" he'd check the basics before starting.
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It feels off posting twice in a row. Anyhow, question answered.
Where the cleric chose to spare her abilities for a possible confrontation to come, the substantially more foreign paladin would seek to offer his aid. Tapping to the divine and primeval force that flowed within his body, the man would distribute health to those that needed it the most. It was no their time to go yet. And given the other adventurers appeared to be in no particular hurry to go, something Leosin had suggested there being no need of, unless there would be a quick upset in the plans currently in the making, he would be free to do so without any possible repercussions.
The people he gave aid to would not spare their thanks, doubly so if an expression of fear had first crossed their faces on the former outsider's approach. Be it the man was their champion, he was also something the common people did not quite understand. But they were ever thankful, no mistake to be made on that part. They naturally had nothing to offer but their gratitude, but had the man sought anything more than that out of the act in the first place? That was something only he knew.
What had changed the plan during this time was how Kyra had, in the end, decided against requesting horses from the people in charge of the rebuilding. While that had its own effect on what was to come, Leosin's delayed answer to the question about other cult strongholds would be met with a shake of the man's head. "No, I cannot say I would know. You are correct in your assumption that they must have more, or at least it would only make sense, but I do not know where to go looking for them. If you can find anything relating to that on your task… that would be something to go on."
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The people he gave aid to would not spare their thanks, doubly so if an expression of fear had first crossed their faces on the former outsider's approach. Be it the man was their champion, he was also something the common people did not quite understand. But they were ever thankful, no mistake to be made on that part. They naturally had nothing to offer but their gratitude, but had the man sought anything more than that out of the act in the first place? That was something only he knew.
What had changed the plan during this time was how Kyra had, in the end, decided against requesting horses from the people in charge of the rebuilding. While that had its own effect on what was to come, Leosin's delayed answer to the question about other cult strongholds would be met with a shake of the man's head. "No, I cannot say I would know. You are correct in your assumption that they must have more, or at least it would only make sense, but I do not know where to go looking for them. If you can find anything relating to that on your task… that would be something to go on."
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