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trying to find the "golden ratio" of weed and ozempic to cause my appetite to stack overflow and reactivate the long-dormant photosynthesis gene from that 50% of DNA we share with plants. will update
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many people dont know this but a good cue for deadlifting is to bring your chest up and lock your lats for proper spinal stability. this also applies to interacting with gorillas i'm told. testing no—
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yeah i work in area 51, it's pretty chill. usually you just get a tweaker roll by on a "spiritual journey" once a month. they tend to go away once you put a few AIM-9s downrange on their flying saucer
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man is closest to god after an ice cold beer in the warm shower. his mind and body are freed. next closest is behind the wheel in a scool zone, also with an ice cold beer in hand. study this well.
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what to do about this...
From beneath the hood, his eyes continued their sweep of the path ahead.
Gerard Segremors
He had figured as much. Wasn't much else to be done until they had tangible answers from the captured assailant, save for tightening the net. His amber eyes darted across the room, searching for possible holes. He found little— The Crown Knights weren't just for show. All main exits were accounted for...
"Understood." he nodded swiftly nonetheless. He'd suss out a good place to post himself, of that much he was certain—
"Sir Nicomede," an armored hand fell upon the shoulder of the closest senior knight, even as the bulk of Gerard's body continued past him. "You're a gentler hand than I when it comes to the people here. More experienced." He spoke evenly, perfectly assured of his words. There was a certain bearing that he'd noticed the man carry, one that spoke to more than simple experience within this setting and crowd. It was much more like Sir Fleuri's... he didn't merely know how to pay service to one of them— he was comfortable amongst them.
Like they were his own.
"I'll not let a soul past me."
He was obviously an intelligent man. Probably more than Gerard himself. He'd understand what the words meant.
Managing them in this panic and coaxing out accounts was far more his speed than Gerard's. Above all else, he trusted his seniors with the delicate aspects of what was required of them. You need not a broadsword for the job of a razor. He could do it in a pinch, but there wasn't sense in wasting energy that could be used to fortify the perimeter further. Not when many present could do it better. As the venerable Sir Indrau said, they needed to stay vigilant.
The entrance to those magnificent gardens was wide and grandiose, primed to display their beauty to all who would visit.
It also made for a lot of space to take up with steel and manpower. He could tighten that up a bit.
With swift, purposeful strides, he continued his march forward.
"And should such a threat arise," a voice floated in from the foliage above, heralding the descent of a particularly man-shaped clump of leaves that punctuated with a soft thump a meter or two from Jane's right. "It'll find a broadhead a most disquieting breakfast."
Tristram had, once they had well and truly passed the trailhead in earnest, taken to quickly scaling the nearby trees in search of vantage points, both to monitor their path forward for upcoming obstacles that may have been obscured by topography and an attempt to get an early bead on the exact location of their lost monastery. No such luck yet on the latter front, as the outermost trees tended to be younger— the canopy rose, inch by inch, as they further marched into the verdant depths. A few more minutes of hiking along, especially once they cut east and moved a little uphill, would likely remedy that. Even fallen into disrepair, crafted stone spires were visually distinct from forest landscape.
"Nothing jumping out at me that'll impede progress." the forest phantom reported as he strode forward, rejoining the mass of the group. "Nice day, too. A little breeze, a little birdsong, and as clear a view as I could ask for down here on the floor." He gestured broadly, sweeping an arm to catch the pillarlike pines in its wake.
The forest had it's own way of telling you when you were in danger, and none were more pointed than silence. Not quiet, but true silence: the kind that deafened you with your own heartbeat, a deathly stillness that rose from not one single move daring to be made, where the world was so taut as to snap. That was when something truly terrifying was prowling, and more than likely had its eye locked on you.
Cougars. Wolves. Bears.
Well, certain bears. Others (the bigger ones) didn't give a shit and made all the racket they liked, but the point remained— this pleasant ambiance carried more than just the purity of nature to quiet the soul.
Noise meant all clear.
As such, he was quite happy to chat freely as well. They didn't run risk of startling anything like this, either.
From beneath the hood, his eyes continued their sweep of the path ahead.
"Once we're a bit further along I think we can start cutting North. Wanna get a little more height to try and bust through the top layer." he explained, allowing a hand to drop onto the machete at his belt. "Any of you fancy yourselves artists? Before we go off-trail we should decide how we mark our path. I prefer scratching a cross into a trunk, but color's easiest to spot and follow if we end up in a rush."
Week has been busy and exhausting, but I should be past the worst of it. I'll try and post soon. for both games
Information continuity has been restored.
"No, latecomer: I've been deciding battle strategy for our trio from day one. And yes, glutton, you are until you stop burning a hole in our coffers." he shot back with brutal, unfiltered, almost clubbing simplicity. The chip on Finn's shoulder was only growing, that much was clear, but he felt safe in his ability to handle the little runt once the chips were down. Cassia, on the other hand, was an imminent danger to the rest of their nascent expedition, and for the sake of group morale, he would warn them.
"Good to meet you, Cassia," the cleric replied, nodding to her. "I am Léon Reverdin, a cleric of the Church of Mayon."
"She'll eat your team out of house and home if you aren't careful. Ration wisely." he cut in, looking over the—
"You need not worry about splitting the reward with me, won't be taking payment on this job beyond reimbursement for expenses," he assured her. "I feel it would be unethical for one of the cloth such as myself to accept a reward from the Church for doing my ordained duty."
Knew it. Nice.
"Here are the details of the job posting," he said, offering the paper to the hooded man. "I wish I had a clear picture, but it was rather scant on details, other than that they don't seem to know what sort of danger we might run into. Normally it seems a little unconventional to tackle a job with seven people, but with how little information we've been given on what we'll be up against, it seems wise to step into it with a diverse repertoire of skills."
"Yeah, it's unorthodox." he continued smoothly, hiding the smirk from his voice as the hood did for his face. "But I think we could both use eachother. Me making my living as a Sniper means I'm well-suited to taking to rafters and scouting out ahead, as well as picking off whatever of these unknown dangers we face from afar. Far as you like, honestly. In theory, Reinheart works well in the role too, but he's the type of guy to want to get close with a bow. Don't get it."
Honestly, if you're looking to get hit, you have no concept of warfare. Life and Death is Life and Death.
"But he's good for middle ranges, so the enclosed space should still work in his favor. Cass is a stubbornly independent brawler, but can handle herself well once she gets going. Bit of magic in her— the biggest thing is probably her defensive wards going on our frontline... which she's naturally going to gravitate to. Likes to pressure an opponent. We'll have to be careful of her hotheadedness, though, and if you think she needs help, she probably does even if she says she doesn't. Doubly so when it comes to healing. Do it, and point at me if she whines about it."
She was competitive, which he got after a fashion, but that didn't mean rushing ahead and overextending, then refusing help shared that same understanding. He'd seen guys get killed for being the same way. Too many of them, thinking they were invincible after a battle or two. He wasn't gonna see her die.
"As for Sigi, she's... hm. Pretty deft with fire magic, strong enough to swing that sword of hers around basically all day, and she can dress a wound well enough to make sure nobody bleeds out before someone who can heal gets over to them. Pretty protective. Has a bit of a weird klutzy thing going on with her left side, but it's not manifested an issue in a fight yet— the bigger thing to worry about would be her and the artefacts. Don't want her bumping into anything. Other than that, she's likely to be proper respectful."
His gaze slid over to the storm-haired woman, pleasant smile ever-present upon her face. Since Jane on their end seemed cagey, she'd probably be best suited to pair with her... That, or serve as a rear guard for Leon. Keeping her close to a cleric would be wise.
"Likes to 'big sister' people, though. Real calming influence on the right person, so that might be a workaround if the warmth of being so far south gets to her. She becomes very relaxed. Might be why she holds back more often than not, but it also means she's less likely than the other two to rush on ahead."
He folded his arms, the shadows of his hood directing themselves again towards the very patient cleric that had been audience to his mutterings. Somebody who listened sounded amazing to work with.
"A quick overview, but it's what we bring to the table. I've got a few ideas, but won't presume to wrest leadership of your group away from you— we'll keep it collaborative. And can talk shop in finer detail on the trot to Amaril."
too stuck in the world of the mundane for that, she’s just being stubborn
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