I think we were waiting for you, @Hekazu.
You hadn't moved anywhere before the latest post though, so I didn't have much to contribute
I'll try to get back to you people soon, in the next two days should be the most likely window.
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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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You hadn't moved anywhere before the latest post though, so I didn't have much to contribute
I'll try to get back to you people soon, in the next two days should be the most likely window.
Welp, not much seems to be happening. And days are just ticking on by.
Orchid is starting to look like this guy
Anyone else got anything to say?
Anyone else got anything to say?
@The Harbinger of Ferocity - Cyanwrath has no notable items on him other than the splint mail he is wearing, one that is fitted for a half-dragon of his size (category remains medium), the somewhat ornate greatsword he was using when he fought Brannor and a pair of spears he never made use of on his back. Suppose if there was something else he'd left it behind.
Nobody asked separately, but all of the goons he had with him also came with just their weapons and armour (a greataxe and hide armour each), plus that one lantern that's still lit on #2's belt. No extra oil here though.
@Zverda - Since Torus has neither a Healer's Kit, nor the feat to restore hit points with one, I don't think rolling a raw medicine check will benefit you here. He does know that Parum could be better, but that she is still capable of fighting. Could conjure forth more goodberries for what that is worth. I believe you still have spell slots remaining.
Nobody asked separately, but all of the goons he had with him also came with just their weapons and armour (a greataxe and hide armour each), plus that one lantern that's still lit on #2's belt. No extra oil here though.
@Zverda - Since Torus has neither a Healer's Kit, nor the feat to restore hit points with one, I don't think rolling a raw medicine check will benefit you here. He does know that Parum could be better, but that she is still capable of fighting. Could conjure forth more goodberries for what that is worth. I believe you still have spell slots remaining.
I'll address that once I have a moment to delve into the sourcebooks. Am expecting that to be tomorrow!
Bit of a warning, I won't be around for a few days as I'm going to spend a few days away from connections and/or wall sockets to draw electricity from.
The warrior brought the handle of his axe to meet one of the strikes. Yet there was a mistake in the movement, a mistake that led to Orchid's weapon clipping into his fingers and a hiss being released through the more and more grievously wounded man's teeth. And with that, all so quickly, his fate was sealed. Body fighting against the pain, he had not enough time to react to the follow-up strike. The blade cleaved into the side of the scar-eyed man's neck, ending up stuck against his spine, but it needn't cut all the way through. At this point, more than enough damage was already dealt. He knew it, and if he'd been able to he'd released his weapon. The fingers of the hand that still worked did let go, but the other remained grabbing the long handle of the weapon.
Blood oozed from the warrior's wound, his punctured throat letting out a gurgling hiss of his own before the weight went out of his movements and he fell towards his weapon, the heaviest thing in his possession. Were nobody to catch him, that would bring him down to the ground between the half-orc and the cleric, the sound of metal crashing against stone with only its own weight to speak for in power. Four bodies more were added to the toll caused for the cult of the dragon. But these, too, had to have come from somewhere. As momentary peace descended upon the heroes, a familiar question hung in the air. Unspoken for now, but ever so obvious: What were they to do now?
Blood oozed from the warrior's wound, his punctured throat letting out a gurgling hiss of his own before the weight went out of his movements and he fell towards his weapon, the heaviest thing in his possession. Were nobody to catch him, that would bring him down to the ground between the half-orc and the cleric, the sound of metal crashing against stone with only its own weight to speak for in power. Four bodies more were added to the toll caused for the cult of the dragon. But these, too, had to have come from somewhere. As momentary peace descended upon the heroes, a familiar question hung in the air. Unspoken for now, but ever so obvious: What were they to do now?
Well, that attack does it. Combat will be adjourned. Would you like me to post a death description or splatter yourself in the amount of gore you were looking for @Lucius Cypher?
(I will note that his strike was at Orchid's chest, rather than neck. So it's not as much "returning the favour" as you might think.)
(I will note that his strike was at Orchid's chest, rather than neck. So it's not as much "returning the favour" as you might think.)
@Norschtalen - Shortsword misses I am afraid, but your dagger does find momentary purchase in his upper back before he shunts you off him. Another wound is added to the mix. Target remains standing, but is ever weaker.
Next up, Orchid @Lucius Cypher.
Next up, Orchid @Lucius Cypher.
The momentum of battle was such a fickle thing. This knowledge was no stranger to Langderosa Cyanwrath either. He'd been in the shoes of the one that turned the fight around just as well, and now that the fight turned on him, he could only blame his own carelessness. Too much aggression, too little focus on protecting himself. His blade may have turned towards the attack, but it did so a fraction of a second too slowly. The second attack to come, for that he did not even possess such a chance. And of any normal warrior he could have taken these two blows in stride and kept on fighting. But not one whose strikes were flavoured with divine vengeance itself. By letting himself be hit, he had failed to keep his lead in this battle. And by failing to keep his lead, he had suddenly fallen right into the jaws of defeat.
As the second attack knocked him off-balance, his blade still turning in the air to meet the champion's in another strike, this one in retaliation rather than the proactive role he'd commanded, Cyanwrath felt his consciousness slipping from him. His greatsword clattered to the ground, bouncing a few times on the slightly uneven floor dotted with small rocks, the half-dragon himself falling on one knee without the intent to do so. The light of the Pale Lady circled under his scales, the sparks of his lightning dim in comparison. "Your allies… cheated", he noted as the last thing before the light flashed outward from his eyes and nose and he would fall over on to his side with a single spasm of his muscles.
The tone his words had carried had not been the expected one. He hadn't been angry. He'd been bested in the end, and he couldn't see it having been the fault nor merit of those that had unjustly intruded in his duel. The tone, unlike the one with which he'd yelled at Brannor in their earlier combat, it had now been only dissatisfied. Not with his opponent. But those that he called his friends.
As the second attack knocked him off-balance, his blade still turning in the air to meet the champion's in another strike, this one in retaliation rather than the proactive role he'd commanded, Cyanwrath felt his consciousness slipping from him. His greatsword clattered to the ground, bouncing a few times on the slightly uneven floor dotted with small rocks, the half-dragon himself falling on one knee without the intent to do so. The light of the Pale Lady circled under his scales, the sparks of his lightning dim in comparison. "Your allies… cheated", he noted as the last thing before the light flashed outward from his eyes and nose and he would fall over on to his side with a single spasm of his muscles.
The tone his words had carried had not been the expected one. He hadn't been angry. He'd been bested in the end, and he couldn't see it having been the fault nor merit of those that had unjustly intruded in his duel. The tone, unlike the one with which he'd yelled at Brannor in their earlier combat, it had now been only dissatisfied. Not with his opponent. But those that he called his friends.
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