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4 yrs ago
Current On RP Hiatus. Will be back eventually...
4 yrs ago
Free virtual benefit concert tonight: TheFarmMustGoOn.com
4 yrs ago
Good luck, @blindwoofer. Mine likes to wash his paws off in his water dish.
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4 yrs ago
@Crab... see if you can find out what she's interested in. Then ask her about it. No flirting need be involved to just break the ice. :)
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4 yrs ago
Amazing how many sudden epidemiology experts there are in the world
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Bio

Long time casual role player who loves tales of adventure! I enjoy tabletop games, play-by-post, and even LARP!

Wild (and sometimes weird) west and medieval fantasy games with an 'old-school' D&D feel are my favorite.

In real life, I'm a software engineer and wanna-be farmer. I have a little garden and some chickens that like to destroy my flower beds. But I like 'em anyway and they all have names. ;) Sometimes they lay me some breakfast.

Other hobbies include dog agility and archery.

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As they began their trek to the northern side of the island, clouds hid the morning sun and a misty rain began to fall, just enough to dampen everything. That, accompanied by the constant breeze from the ocean, put a chill into the air. The Constable set a slow pace as they started to climb the hill that seemed to run the entire length of the island, leading them mostly north and slightly west. "To walk around by way of the coast is longer and not much easier," he explained.

Once they descended to the other side, the terrain changed to flatter land, perfect for grazing, though no shepherds had their flocks here now. But still, there was some evidence of the hound's slaughter... a murder of crows took the air as the group passed by, loudly complaining as their feast of a mangled sheep carcass was disturbed. And then not much farther along, more birds fought over scraps of what appeared to be a lamb.

"It was here that he was found," Leofwine finally announced as they came to a rather unremarkable, grassy spot. The ground was not churned up with evidence of a struggle as one might have expected if the life & death struggle had happened right here. However, the place had been marked with 3 stones stacked together in memorial.

To the north was the sea. To the east the terrain looked mostly flat except for one solitary hill popping up from the earth. And to the west, the grass gave way to trees.

Hill to the east:
Any objections to fast forwarding to the destination of our hike? :)


Father Beacom disappeared into the small stone chapel that was situated next to the cemetery. Its style of construction was older than the timber framed, wattle and daub construction that made up the majority of Avery Isle's buildings.

He was not gone long before returning with a simple leather flask stopped with a wooden cork, which he handy over to Tarquin. He looked over the group, opening his mouth as if to speak, but Constable Leofwine cut him off...

"Well, then. If we're ready..." he said, already starting up the path, anxious to not allow Father Beacom began another lecture on the salvation of their immortal souls.
In The Escape 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Still looking at the parchment, Rook didn't immediately notice that Jenna was intent upon whatever critter was moving underfoot. "Hey," she said suddenly, with some excitement in her voice, "do you think that hill back there is this one on the map?" She pointed at the parchment, then the hill and back again, "If so, we're really close! Just need to head up this ravine!"

Already convinced she was right, Rook grabbed her bow and quiver. "Look! There's the odd rock formation!" With a renewed energy, she looked at her friend. "I think we might have found it!"

Now, let's hope there's something more interesting than old rock foundations here to find...
Welcome! And also thanks for joining my RP! Whooo! I will try to have a reply sometime over the next few hours. :)
I agree! Even though it's magic, giving it some consequences makes it seem more "real".
"Good," Cedric said, looking slightly relieved at that news that Eve could offer them some protection. "I don't want to get caught out after dark, but still, who knows what could happen if we find the beast's lair during the day."

He looked over at the halfling, trying his best not to see her as a child. "No time like the present, though I can't claim to be an experienced teacher." He glanced down the hill, then back at Wimena, "Seems like we have a few minutes yet. Want a short lesson? Or should we see what is keeping Tarquin?"
As the Constable watched the sailors take the dinghy back to the Elfleda, leaving Tarquin alone with Father Beacom, he sighed. "Once the priest finds an ear, he's not likely to let your elf friend go so easily." Leofwine began making his way down the hill toward the dock, leaving the others to either follow him or stay and wait.

Cedric looked to Wimena, Rockmar, Eve, and the quiet, floating woman. Rockmar obviously had martial training, but he wondered about the others and where their specialities lie... "Eve," he asked, "if we find ourselves in trouble, can you do that protection spell anywhere? I mean, do we have to be in a building or could it work even out here in a field?"

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A flicker of recognition passed over the hawkish priest's face, but a zealot already resigned to death could not be unnerved by the elf. "You speak that filth in the same breath you dare demand holy water blessed by Justica?"

"Father!" Leofwine barked, imposing at even his advancing age. He hadn't been close enough to hear exactly what had been said, but judging by the sour expressions on each man's face, he could guess that Father Beacom was ingratiating himself to the elf just as he did for everyone lately. "Get him what he needs or, by Justicia herself, I'll bring armed men into your chapel to retrieve it."

"Fine!" Father Beacom spat, the threat of desecration to the chapel more than he could bear. "It will make no difference in the end."

As he left, Leofwine pointed toward the small chapel, which looked to be the only structure here built from stone and not wood. "I was part of Lord Rolf's ... the first, not his son ... crew that discovered this island. That was the only structure here."
Tarquin's speech seemed to disarm the priest, at least momentarily. "There is holy water in the chapel, yes, but for naught! The hound will not rest until every resident of this Isle lays dead. If you embrace Justicia, you will find salvation."

--

"After days on a ship, I'm okay with walking," Cedric replied. "But we should probably wait for Tarquin," he said, gesturing back toward the dock where they could see the elf speaking with Father Beacom. He cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled down toward them "HEY! YOU COMING?" He then pointed north.
I'm glad you're staying! :) If you (and/or anyone here!) want to do another RP that is GM-less and more of the "make-it-up-as-we-go-along", I think this could be a group that could make it work.

And to everyone - thanks for the wonderful RP so far!
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