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Current 3.5e is the best dnd, only one I play, but I prefer pathfinder 1e cause it's 3.5e with extra stuff.
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5 yrs ago
Trying to get a new RP started so my friend can try out text rp if anyone is interested.

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The F-111 is absolutely allowed; multirole aircraft are perfectly fine. Won't all be air-to-air combat in the slightest.
The F-111 almost straddles the line between Strategic Bomber and tactical aircraft, but it's been used as both, so I don't have a problem with it. I debated choosing one myself, actually.

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No problems, was just getting a bit antsy since I had a good few people on the Int Check, and then nobody seemed to follow across to the OOC. Good to see you're here now, though.


Just wanted to double-check because of that line. but


Yep, trying to get stuff sorted since I just got a new project settled, also something like the F-111 Aardvark allowed? I know that is more of a multirole/strat.
Torsten





The morning was quiet, and he was surprised to see the place empty, the fact that no one was about for the morning, though he figured people were out in fields or doing as they needed to survive for the next day. The town was just as droll, but for the sky, cobbled stones, and rain had their beauty, he saw it differently.

The meadows were almost the same; their natural beauty was something else. He noticed a few puddles; they were just small ponds of life that would be away within a few hours or days. However, he just listened to the birds and thumping of rabbits. The urgency to run was something normal; wildlife was something free, but it had to be afraid to lose the freedom it has or its life.

Torsten looked at those as he followed the pack; he leaned over Faline's shoulder and looked up, then down at the map again as he straightened himself back up. His nostrils slowly lowered as his breath slowed, he rolled his shoulder some as his far hand went up to pull on it, leaving a loud pop before his shoulder rolled forward once again.

"It is a good time of life and enjoyment, and I am glad there are those out here in this world to work and toil in its beauty."
he said with a soft demeanor, "But a rest for prayer may work well, to collect and listen to the world around us as those watch from above."
I'm down for the aircraft deal if you're still looking for players?
Torsten





The man was on the floor beside his bed; his head was bowed, and his face was covered on the side towards the other women. He lifted his head slowly, and the man stood as he nodded when the cook came in. There was not much to him, which saved him a lot of time, and thankfully, prayer time came as dawn came. He looked over at the buns on the table and slowly shuffled his things back around him. A long sword and a wooden round shield hung off his belt. He slid his cloaks over them each and let himself become the block of mountain man that he was. He also moved a bow through a small hanging leather piece, letting it rest there as it sat partway on his leg and another part on his back.

He looked at a small pack, likely full of food and such, and lifted it over his shoulder as he let it hang on his back. Torsten looked towards Faline and nodded softly, "I am ready; I assume our changeling friend will be as well... She will be a good scout. She is one closer to nature and can be much smaller than us.."

The man slowly approached the table as he looked down at the bun. With one hand, he lifted one to look at it with finer detail, smelling it, squeezing it, and finally taking a small bite. Then he ate slowly, making sure to eat it slowly. Moving back towards the bed he was in and the door, he would finish his bun quickly, efficiently, and with little thought to anything taste.

"Enjoy your food, for we will likely not have as much in the near future, I have a few pots and pans to cook and toolsets for preparation, but it may not be as good."
Any idea on the next post?
Torsten





"There is always something more," he said quietly as he ate. He went through anything near him that was not really near anyone else. But he did it with that tiny bit of grace a massive brute like him can have. His face and beard did have some biscuit crumbles in his beard, which he would slowly pick and comb out with his fingers. But he looked like the jolly massive mountain man he was eating away at that moment. He wondered if the item was something of resistance to the current plague or if it. He slowly stretched, "It's good that they've thought of what we might need. Rations should do if we are fast."
"But as long as we are prepared, what could go wrong?" he asked, looking at the others with a chuckle. "But no, really, setting assigned items, for the most part, it's simple but... It's more for unexpected things. I already have many things on me: a hatchet for fire and such. It is likely just me worrying a bit; typically, I have soldiers and monks with me, so sorry, but this will be new for me... in experiences with others. That well, such as yourselves, I've never worked with mages, those of the forest some, but it will likely be new for all of us."

Torsten laid back in his chair some as he finished eating, and he slowly stood, "Since the beds are sorted, I am going to retire." he said as he moved to the bed closest to the door and he set his things down before he sat on the bed and moved his feet underneath himself. He closed his eyes as his head hung down, and he turned against the wall. He prayed as he waited through the time, taking a deep breath and sighed. He just sat there, not expecting interruptions or anything of the sort as he would try to keep his life at that moment simple and routine, but he had the feeling in his gut that it would change after this day, be it the people around him, or the adventure he was to be upon. He knew that his life would change; he wondered how he would change and how those around him in that moment would change.

"May god see us through, may the light shine upon us," he said before slowly moving the things in front of him and laying down facing the wall should those in the room wish to continue their modesty.
Torsten





"I will sleep on the floor." he said as he looked towards Amandine, and then back at the others, then back to Amandine, "Life and death are the same; I cannot take something important from anyone regardless of their god or their hostilities to people. But what you say is true; regardless, we are entering a world unknown to many of us. A likely hostile environment, so we must prepare ourselves. But, many things are resilient Miss Amandine; life itself is at its core. But, I typically fight, heal, and lead warriors in battle. Someone of chaotic discipline who has set ideas, tactics, and rules. This will be a new experience for me, doing things independently without a group of brothers beside me. I have each of you, but if I speak honestly, this is a new field for me. But our task at hand, thankfully seems easy if it was not for the wyrds taint from the object."

Torsten looked down at what was upon him, and for the most part, he hoped that it would be cooler in climate than their current location, but for armor, he had what he needed: arms, not as much. He wished he had more variety than what he had brought with him, well, what he could salvage and scavenge. But most of that planning and initial thought went away quickly with the sight of something out of the corner of his eye: food. He looked back up and let out a low hum. The dwarven woman was a different sight, but the food was welcomed regardless of what it was. He was relatively still at that moment, just awaiting the moment to begin eating. he looked like he had plenty to eat with whatever he did, but how he looked at the bowl likely showed a different story. That is likely of better quality in ingredients than he has had previously.

He shook that off momentarily and looked at the paper, "What does it read? What all do we have for this starting journey?"
Torsten





"Many things hide in winter, not just death. Humans are a vibrant thing, a diverse thing, to some, winter is death, but some winter is just another moment in time." he pulled out a small blueberry from his pouch and popped it into his mouth, "Many things grow in winter, even under snow." There were a few different things he could have pulled out, but he smiled a bit, "Winter is a beautiful time, full of life; just as much as winter, things thrive and enjoy their lives in the snow, in the ice, and the frozen wastes and tundras. Same as the desolation of sands, or mountains, life finds a way to live and to thrive. Growing from just small creatures to giants. It is all a matter of how things live, not where."

He slowly relaxed back into chair as he looked back at the man in front of him, "But what you say with venom can have merit, what if they survived, why could they not, to exterminate is nearly impossible. It is doable, but typically something goes through the fingers of lady fate in the works. The ruins may look desolate and abandoned but those from long ago may endure today. We will just have to judge and see. I also assume that should that be the case, there is a tradition to how things are done." his eyes raised in an inquisitive way towards Doran.

"If so... what is it? Should we find those who have endured what is the priority, what is to be done with them, I know many here walk from all walks of life, should personal interest take into affect, or should duty to something higher?"
It's my birthday!


Merry Christmas! *frosty voice*
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