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25/06/2024
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<Snipped quote by Lugia>
Nah, last night one of my roleplaying buds suddenly said that he had to leave for half a year. I'm taking the fact that I've spent most of the day sitting around and feeling like garbage as a sign that I haven't gotten over it yet. Just skip over me if I don't post by tomorrow.
Hey, you're lucky.
When I left for half a year, I didn't even tell anyone. By the time I came back, hardly anyone recognised me.
(Don't take me as condescending, it's how I naturally talk unfortunately.)
Do try to get over it. I already know what it's like (look at the amount of unlisted apps and broken promises of joining) and it hasn't made me a better person.
Well, that's the 7-day limit. Anyone else keen on waiting any longer?
Initially, I thought Robert was a stubborn fool. I looked around to see whether or not he had 'an ace up his sleeve' as I'd put it, but it seemed as if he was relying on sheer luck and dodging ability. While that worked well for our last battle, it was unlikely it would actually dent the dragon's thick scales, let alone defeat him. I was certainly quivering somewhat, something I hadn't experienced a long time in my line of work. "So... is he really gonna prove himself? Like this?" I said, with increasing doubt as all I could do was watch and mutter under my breath. I wasn't really concerned, just more... disappointed. This wouldn't be fun to watch, anyway.
Within seconds of the gates cracking open and the battle starting, I could hear chanting and roars from both sides. Some were slurs, others were cheering. Whilst you couldn't tell by listening, you could make out an occasional face that was curious as to how a Kobold would die. I rubbed my cheeks while anticipating the battle with my party members, feeling the need to talk but instead focusing on Robert. He did really look as if he was sane enough to fight this thing.
And so, the battle began... well, it was heated. There was lots of cheering and booing (mostly booing because dragons have loud voices), while Robert managed to basically dance his way out of the dragon's attacks and stab him left and right. Problem was, he'd have to do that for a LONG time, and without getting burnt to a crisp. Speaking of which, some lad was handing out hot crisps as if he'd just made them - this place had already became a dedicated arena, much to my annoyance.
Before long, this duel got really personal. Robert couldn't keep his hands on the dragon long enough and ended up falling on his feet. Then, the dragon proclaimed victory, breathing a hot gust of fire that scorched a few hairs off the spectators. "You damn twat!" I yelled out, only heard by the people next to me since the crowd changed roles in terms of booing and cheering. I wasn't sure whether or not I was criticising the dragon or Robert, but in the end everyone began to leave and exchange a few notes of cash. Strange for me not to bet on this battle, since I knew Robert probably would've lost. In fact, very few people made bets on Robert, expectantly losing their cash and chuckling it off. I just sighed and looked at my party members, annoyed and preparing to leave myself. "Well, it was a good run, lads." I said, clearing my throat from my earlier insult.
By the time I turned my back, I could feel a large woosh of air that nearly caused my ears to pop. That meant something BIG had just arrived (and it doesn't take a genius to figure that out). "What's this now?!", "Woah!", "Who tainted my beer?!" was suddenly a common occurrence, and with that money was suddenly returned back to the gamblers. Some of them had to do so forcefully though, people too drunk to notice they'd even made bets. I had realised that there was now another dragon in the arena. "Wait, what's going on?" I asked, considering the possibilities of having another dragon on the field... did that transformation bomb have even worse/better side effects? It seemed as if the arena was still continuing without Robert being seen, so it was assumed that Robert had somehow reorganised himself to be a friggin' dragon. "I... well, this is interesting to watch now!" I suddenly smiled as I let out a hearty tone, not cheering but observing instead. Seemed to me that there was some power dynamic, a shift of cheers and boos from one side to the other.
It didn't turn scrappy but it was certainly interesting to watch two giant dragons biting and clawing at each other. Eventually, the fight ended with a single neck being pierced. "Ooooh, that's gotta hurt." I recoiled, maintaining normal posture afterwards and watching the fight end victoriously, a degree of irony as the the dragon was burnt by the flames. "Well... Scheiße." I recalled a certain remark from a while back, one of my first clients who happened to be amazed how he lost all his life savings within one day. Sure enough, there was lots of shouting and fights with the gamblers and their clients, a few people suddenly becoming the richest people around in the village. I was both glad and disappointed I didn't make any bets - even if I did win, the ensuing battle would probably get me lynched for being a 'greedy drake.' Robert tried to communicate with us, but I certainly couldn't make out his voice from the resounding cheers of everyone around. I simply did a two-finger salute and smiled at Robert for what he had just done.
Within seconds of the gates cracking open and the battle starting, I could hear chanting and roars from both sides. Some were slurs, others were cheering. Whilst you couldn't tell by listening, you could make out an occasional face that was curious as to how a Kobold would die. I rubbed my cheeks while anticipating the battle with my party members, feeling the need to talk but instead focusing on Robert. He did really look as if he was sane enough to fight this thing.
And so, the battle began... well, it was heated. There was lots of cheering and booing (mostly booing because dragons have loud voices), while Robert managed to basically dance his way out of the dragon's attacks and stab him left and right. Problem was, he'd have to do that for a LONG time, and without getting burnt to a crisp. Speaking of which, some lad was handing out hot crisps as if he'd just made them - this place had already became a dedicated arena, much to my annoyance.
Before long, this duel got really personal. Robert couldn't keep his hands on the dragon long enough and ended up falling on his feet. Then, the dragon proclaimed victory, breathing a hot gust of fire that scorched a few hairs off the spectators. "You damn twat!" I yelled out, only heard by the people next to me since the crowd changed roles in terms of booing and cheering. I wasn't sure whether or not I was criticising the dragon or Robert, but in the end everyone began to leave and exchange a few notes of cash. Strange for me not to bet on this battle, since I knew Robert probably would've lost. In fact, very few people made bets on Robert, expectantly losing their cash and chuckling it off. I just sighed and looked at my party members, annoyed and preparing to leave myself. "Well, it was a good run, lads." I said, clearing my throat from my earlier insult.
By the time I turned my back, I could feel a large woosh of air that nearly caused my ears to pop. That meant something BIG had just arrived (and it doesn't take a genius to figure that out). "What's this now?!", "Woah!", "Who tainted my beer?!" was suddenly a common occurrence, and with that money was suddenly returned back to the gamblers. Some of them had to do so forcefully though, people too drunk to notice they'd even made bets. I had realised that there was now another dragon in the arena. "Wait, what's going on?" I asked, considering the possibilities of having another dragon on the field... did that transformation bomb have even worse/better side effects? It seemed as if the arena was still continuing without Robert being seen, so it was assumed that Robert had somehow reorganised himself to be a friggin' dragon. "I... well, this is interesting to watch now!" I suddenly smiled as I let out a hearty tone, not cheering but observing instead. Seemed to me that there was some power dynamic, a shift of cheers and boos from one side to the other.
It didn't turn scrappy but it was certainly interesting to watch two giant dragons biting and clawing at each other. Eventually, the fight ended with a single neck being pierced. "Ooooh, that's gotta hurt." I recoiled, maintaining normal posture afterwards and watching the fight end victoriously, a degree of irony as the the dragon was burnt by the flames. "Well... Scheiße." I recalled a certain remark from a while back, one of my first clients who happened to be amazed how he lost all his life savings within one day. Sure enough, there was lots of shouting and fights with the gamblers and their clients, a few people suddenly becoming the richest people around in the village. I was both glad and disappointed I didn't make any bets - even if I did win, the ensuing battle would probably get me lynched for being a 'greedy drake.' Robert tried to communicate with us, but I certainly couldn't make out his voice from the resounding cheers of everyone around. I simply did a two-finger salute and smiled at Robert for what he had just done.
Today, I woke up with a bit of a cloudy head. I still wasn't used to having the body of a drake, which were infamously weak and feeble. It didn't help that the rock-hard floor was separated by a single bed-sheet, leaving my back aching and my neck arched for a brief minute. I took a deep breath before gathering my belongings, my small infinity bag hanging off my coat and my knives still in my pocket. That's right, I slept in my clothes; this whole cave system was cold and damp, something we evidently forgot about during our fight. I rose off my 'bed' as if I had just lied down, slipping my head through the canvas of my olive tent and looking left to right. It seemed as if I was an early bird as barely anyone was wide awake, leaving a constant dripping of water from darkened sections of the cave. The sun still hadn't rose, but there was definitely a lighter shade of night for the time being.
We'll dismiss that though. Within minutes, everyone seemed to have gotten up at the peak of dawn, the sun edging its way into the cave and awakening anyone's tent it shone. I grumbled somewhat at the sudden drinking and banter being exchanged from opposite sides of the camp, as if this place wasn't already full of drinkers and cowards. Considering the current attitude of everyone around here, I knocked down my tent by (with lots of effort) kicking a pin from a pole, too tired to bother when everyone else was only willing to leave when a certain cart passed a threshold point. I began to work my way through the camp to my team-mates, noting their tents were empty or gone - they already seemed to be guarding a cart that was almost passing that point, leaving everyone else scrambling to their feet as I chuckled somewhat.
It was only about 10 minutes until we ran into our first threat. I must emphasise how everyone's a coward around here, too afraid to be swatting away bats for crying out loud. "Bugger off, damn it!" Some twat decided yelling out the name of his deity was a good idea in the abyss of the cave, leaving us with more trouble and a chain-reaction that only seemed to quill when the human spoke. She had a fair point when it came to those damn things, noting how everyone was really a coward at that point, waving their arms in the air and treating it like humans weren't the worst thing to befall us. I swatted away a few bats away there and here, leaving a few to twirl in the air and claw the walls while I began jogging and catching up to the others.
And here we were. Before us stood old marble structures that supposedly ancient humans built. Well, I'd like to imagine dragons built those before the ancient humans chased them out. Most of them looked like someone tried to prop up large pillars of rock and stuck a roof on top, not bothering with walls until they got inside the perimeters of the pillars. That's not mentioning how most of them seemed to be dangerously close to collapsing or having large sections overgrown and dug out. We seemed to be in a valley, a dark one at that. Despite the sun being higher than it was an hour ago, there was... the edges and cliff faces seemed to be charred or melted, possibly to reduce the chances of landslides. Everything didn't seem to shine and reflect light properly, possibly attributed to dragons being so mysterious. Either way, we didn't come here to describe the setting, did we? Anyway, there was quite a bit of dragon roaring and a constant presence of flapping noises, some quite fast-paced and others that could not possibly be attributed to the dragons due to the sheer pitch and volume.
Eventually, after snaking around boulders and remains of human civilisation, we came across a giant iron gate. How the dragons managed to forge this even with the help of other species was unknown, considering the sheer size and flawlessness of it. The gate seemed to be rusting and a bit dull, but that's just how iron is when exposed to the open. The atmosphere could be described as tense, with large dragons who probably never even seen the outside world engaging in staring contests against slurring drunkards. I just brushed passed an orc and made my way up front, mingling with the crowd and not with my party in fear of being spotted by... everyone. Let's just say a bunch of nationalists and a drake do not mix well. I had to hide my face under my coat for goodness sake. However, I had to ultimately break that disguise and move on forwards, realising Robert was being a jackass and risking his life for the sake of everyone around here. Just how the hell would he be able to beat a damned dragon? I ended up standing by our resident ninja and thief, almost making a joke about how similar our roles were but deciding to stifle myself. Things were quite serious here.
We'll dismiss that though. Within minutes, everyone seemed to have gotten up at the peak of dawn, the sun edging its way into the cave and awakening anyone's tent it shone. I grumbled somewhat at the sudden drinking and banter being exchanged from opposite sides of the camp, as if this place wasn't already full of drinkers and cowards. Considering the current attitude of everyone around here, I knocked down my tent by (with lots of effort) kicking a pin from a pole, too tired to bother when everyone else was only willing to leave when a certain cart passed a threshold point. I began to work my way through the camp to my team-mates, noting their tents were empty or gone - they already seemed to be guarding a cart that was almost passing that point, leaving everyone else scrambling to their feet as I chuckled somewhat.
It was only about 10 minutes until we ran into our first threat. I must emphasise how everyone's a coward around here, too afraid to be swatting away bats for crying out loud. "Bugger off, damn it!" Some twat decided yelling out the name of his deity was a good idea in the abyss of the cave, leaving us with more trouble and a chain-reaction that only seemed to quill when the human spoke. She had a fair point when it came to those damn things, noting how everyone was really a coward at that point, waving their arms in the air and treating it like humans weren't the worst thing to befall us. I swatted away a few bats away there and here, leaving a few to twirl in the air and claw the walls while I began jogging and catching up to the others.
And here we were. Before us stood old marble structures that supposedly ancient humans built. Well, I'd like to imagine dragons built those before the ancient humans chased them out. Most of them looked like someone tried to prop up large pillars of rock and stuck a roof on top, not bothering with walls until they got inside the perimeters of the pillars. That's not mentioning how most of them seemed to be dangerously close to collapsing or having large sections overgrown and dug out. We seemed to be in a valley, a dark one at that. Despite the sun being higher than it was an hour ago, there was... the edges and cliff faces seemed to be charred or melted, possibly to reduce the chances of landslides. Everything didn't seem to shine and reflect light properly, possibly attributed to dragons being so mysterious. Either way, we didn't come here to describe the setting, did we? Anyway, there was quite a bit of dragon roaring and a constant presence of flapping noises, some quite fast-paced and others that could not possibly be attributed to the dragons due to the sheer pitch and volume.
Eventually, after snaking around boulders and remains of human civilisation, we came across a giant iron gate. How the dragons managed to forge this even with the help of other species was unknown, considering the sheer size and flawlessness of it. The gate seemed to be rusting and a bit dull, but that's just how iron is when exposed to the open. The atmosphere could be described as tense, with large dragons who probably never even seen the outside world engaging in staring contests against slurring drunkards. I just brushed passed an orc and made my way up front, mingling with the crowd and not with my party in fear of being spotted by... everyone. Let's just say a bunch of nationalists and a drake do not mix well. I had to hide my face under my coat for goodness sake. However, I had to ultimately break that disguise and move on forwards, realising Robert was being a jackass and risking his life for the sake of everyone around here. Just how the hell would he be able to beat a damned dragon? I ended up standing by our resident ninja and thief, almost making a joke about how similar our roles were but deciding to stifle myself. Things were quite serious here.
So... any thoughts on the prospect of 'rival fights', basically 1v1 fights against a specific enemy basically determined by the poster of their character? Everyone on the team SHOULD have one, but... well, as Kabling noted, if it's too drawn-out, it could make the others bored... this dragon fight is kinda supposed to be Robert V the dragon, don't worry about editing, though, Eklispe, I'll have a dragon explain that it should be a one-on-one fight, and probably say something about 'honor' or whatever.
Er... any thoughts, @Eklispe, @Ridlins?
I like it because it reminds me of old cartoons where there'd be epic 1-on-1 duels, but my issue is that this RP ISN'T an animation and that there could be side effects to adding this.
Sorry it took me so long to post; I haven't been on the site very much recently because of reasons.
Huh. I didn't realise I sounded so demanding, sorry.
Exclamation marks change everything.
For God's sake, lads.
We got a damn RP to run! Get over here and post!
We got a damn RP to run! Get over here and post!
I shuddered at the thought of returning. I know there were some Kobold who didn't exactly... tolerate Drakes; returning would probably end with me at the end of a noose. It was either condemning myself to exile or risk being killed.
Eh. I'll take my chances. I watched as the mayor stepped into the cave with two of his guards flanking him. He had apparently just arrived and was willing to move the village down in this cave, as well offering medical support for the wounded in our party. He looked around to inspect the aftermath of the battle before walking back to where he came from, orders echoing around the cave as it went from a dark void to a bustling camp. I did feel as if I was being eyed by several Kobold all around the camp, wondering why an old enemy was in their marked territory - at the very least they'd think of me as an devious banker, based on my clothes. Wooden carts and the sounds of fires roared in the cave, having nowhere to go. Meat on spits were common while a few caught birds were also cooked, as if this village was starting to run out of supplies already. Shadows congregated on the walls and provided stark contrast to the lights of our camp. And I still didn't give a damn about all of that, still seeking to make some sort of profit.
Now probably wouldn't be a good time though. Everyone was busy thinking about their next step, where they'd go. Maybe a rogue dragon would stomp on them, or an army of humans would ambush them. Even mere bandits threatened the safety of everyone around here. I just sighed and decided to take a seat on a large rounded boulder, propping my chin up with my arm. It was a pretty tough day, and was already starting to get to evening by the looks of the orange lights of the entrance. I looked from left to right at the camp, noting how the noises of laughter and drinking was beginning to die down, but mainly to look for anyone that was going to shank me or something. You never know, after all.
Eh. I'll take my chances. I watched as the mayor stepped into the cave with two of his guards flanking him. He had apparently just arrived and was willing to move the village down in this cave, as well offering medical support for the wounded in our party. He looked around to inspect the aftermath of the battle before walking back to where he came from, orders echoing around the cave as it went from a dark void to a bustling camp. I did feel as if I was being eyed by several Kobold all around the camp, wondering why an old enemy was in their marked territory - at the very least they'd think of me as an devious banker, based on my clothes. Wooden carts and the sounds of fires roared in the cave, having nowhere to go. Meat on spits were common while a few caught birds were also cooked, as if this village was starting to run out of supplies already. Shadows congregated on the walls and provided stark contrast to the lights of our camp. And I still didn't give a damn about all of that, still seeking to make some sort of profit.
Now probably wouldn't be a good time though. Everyone was busy thinking about their next step, where they'd go. Maybe a rogue dragon would stomp on them, or an army of humans would ambush them. Even mere bandits threatened the safety of everyone around here. I just sighed and decided to take a seat on a large rounded boulder, propping my chin up with my arm. It was a pretty tough day, and was already starting to get to evening by the looks of the orange lights of the entrance. I looked from left to right at the camp, noting how the noises of laughter and drinking was beginning to die down, but mainly to look for anyone that was going to shank me or something. You never know, after all.
And then no one posted.
The fuckin' end.
The fuckin' end.
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