@MelonHead
All the while he's actually reading this chat between you and I, but he is still not joining in. He's such a roodypoo.
All the while he's actually reading this chat between you and I, but he is still not joining in. He's such a roodypoo.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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@MelonHead
Yeah, you're both from Cheekybantsland so I can see how they'd be particularly bantsy.
Yeah, you're both from Cheekybantsland so I can see how they'd be particularly bantsy.
@MelonHead
It's weird, he and I met and had little in the way of interaction.
I added him on skype and I didn't even speak to him for somewhere near a year.
One day I felt like talking with him, he and I hit it off and we've been friends ever since. Talk near every day.
I try to convince him every now and then to at least come back and chat with the folks on the guild, but it seems like a no-sell so far.
It's weird, he and I met and had little in the way of interaction.
I added him on skype and I didn't even speak to him for somewhere near a year.
One day I felt like talking with him, he and I hit it off and we've been friends ever since. Talk near every day.
I try to convince him every now and then to at least come back and chat with the folks on the guild, but it seems like a no-sell so far.
The look on his face could have told it all, Dunnaman's eyes widened and his pupils dilated into sideways slits. His mouth hung ajar and his countenance took on a spaced out appearance, as if he weren't wholly there. It was an instant reaction, waves of incredibly vague memories flooding and then vanishing. Like remembering a dream for a split second and then losing it, leaving you with questions and hints of what had happened. An image of a wife, a daughter. Whose? His wife? His daughter? Why was he seeing them?
The memory was lost on him, he forgot as other memories shoved through his brain. A war, power armored soldiers marching on a helpless planet. Memories from his perspective of mowing them down like a scythe through grain. Again, pushed from his head. Making way for other memories that he was only being given a glimpse of.
This time it brought him to a strange world of web and stone, the man who stood before him was there. Aflame with a blue light and they were clashing, others were there. A man of ice and a man in black. Soldiers and ships were in the vague distance. He fell to his knees and another memory struck him, knocking this one aside.
He was in a hospital, wounds were being treated. His skin had been blown away in spades, metal wires were being surgically removed from his body. The pain was remembered and very real, it was agonizing, but he could not scream. The body that he was in felt numb, distant, like it was not his own. Why weren't these memories staying? Why couldn't he keep them? Whose memories were these!?
Another, kissing the wife and daughter as he left home again. He looked down and saw no scars. Dunnaman's eyes welled with tears as he fell forward, his elbows instinctively caught him as he prostrated before Fury. Unmatched sorrow filled him, a regret with no name. Why did these women's faces make him feel so? Why did he regret walking out of a door that he had never seen before?
Another, he was leaving again. Kissing only the wife, the daughter was gone. He had looked down and seen the scars this time, why was the girl missing? Why did he care?
The next, on a peaceful planet not unlike this one he sat on a stump. An empty bottle of liquor was near his feet. The sound of a crash and explosion was remembered, the visage of blue was seen as his eyes jerked towards Fury once again. Why was the man here?
"Manadar Rane." They were talking, fear and sorrow had blinded his judgement. He'd made mistakes, he was afraid of Fury. He was afraid of himself. Had he let himself die? Was it not his choice?
"Poda kuwana chisa, Itaroknos. Chi ho rana soma ohk bohr ka oda mani iyah." Were these his last words? All he could remember was what came next. Fury, standing over him. A spear of that wicked blue flame held firm in his hand, thrust through his chest. And the memories stopped. That flash of light, that one word. He remembered those from when he first awakened on that cosmic machine.
They drifted away from him, leaving him with only vague recollections. Dunnaman's face returned to normal, his eyes narrowed again and his pupils widened to the thick blocks they were. Panting and sobbing, with no real understanding of why. He sat there, prostrate before Fury. Fear alight in his chest but no will to stand, no will to flee.
Dunnaman was left with answers, but those few answers he received left him with an infinity of new questions.
The memory was lost on him, he forgot as other memories shoved through his brain. A war, power armored soldiers marching on a helpless planet. Memories from his perspective of mowing them down like a scythe through grain. Again, pushed from his head. Making way for other memories that he was only being given a glimpse of.
This time it brought him to a strange world of web and stone, the man who stood before him was there. Aflame with a blue light and they were clashing, others were there. A man of ice and a man in black. Soldiers and ships were in the vague distance. He fell to his knees and another memory struck him, knocking this one aside.
He was in a hospital, wounds were being treated. His skin had been blown away in spades, metal wires were being surgically removed from his body. The pain was remembered and very real, it was agonizing, but he could not scream. The body that he was in felt numb, distant, like it was not his own. Why weren't these memories staying? Why couldn't he keep them? Whose memories were these!?
Another, kissing the wife and daughter as he left home again. He looked down and saw no scars. Dunnaman's eyes welled with tears as he fell forward, his elbows instinctively caught him as he prostrated before Fury. Unmatched sorrow filled him, a regret with no name. Why did these women's faces make him feel so? Why did he regret walking out of a door that he had never seen before?
Another, he was leaving again. Kissing only the wife, the daughter was gone. He had looked down and seen the scars this time, why was the girl missing? Why did he care?
The next, on a peaceful planet not unlike this one he sat on a stump. An empty bottle of liquor was near his feet. The sound of a crash and explosion was remembered, the visage of blue was seen as his eyes jerked towards Fury once again. Why was the man here?
"Manadar Rane." They were talking, fear and sorrow had blinded his judgement. He'd made mistakes, he was afraid of Fury. He was afraid of himself. Had he let himself die? Was it not his choice?
"Poda kuwana chisa, Itaroknos. Chi ho rana soma ohk bohr ka oda mani iyah." Were these his last words? All he could remember was what came next. Fury, standing over him. A spear of that wicked blue flame held firm in his hand, thrust through his chest. And the memories stopped. That flash of light, that one word. He remembered those from when he first awakened on that cosmic machine.
They drifted away from him, leaving him with only vague recollections. Dunnaman's face returned to normal, his eyes narrowed again and his pupils widened to the thick blocks they were. Panting and sobbing, with no real understanding of why. He sat there, prostrate before Fury. Fear alight in his chest but no will to stand, no will to flee.
Dunnaman was left with answers, but those few answers he received left him with an infinity of new questions.
@MelonHead
He's hit a slump where writing in general is just not appealing to him. I'm trying to convince him to at least do little things here and there to get him back into it.
Like recently forcing him out of his comfort zone and getting him to actually make a high tier character, stuff like that.
He's hit a slump where writing in general is just not appealing to him. I'm trying to convince him to at least do little things here and there to get him back into it.
Like recently forcing him out of his comfort zone and getting him to actually make a high tier character, stuff like that.
"Wahl, thah had thess behg rund ehyes. Much behggar than mah own. Quaht a beht behggar than yers too, most strahnge was thar total lahck er harr ehn thah lahk." He paused to think about it and really scratched his beard up while doing it. There was a little distance between them since he had hoisted himself up and over on top of his ship, so he was talking in a half yell. "Thah whole er thahm were scahly, wehth defferehn cahlers. Bluhs ahn grehns."
Deciding that shouting was not the best way to converse, he struggled a bit to push himself to his feet and trotted over to the edge of his ship and leaped down to Fury. By doing so, he unconsciously revealed his latent athleticism by leaping some-odd thirty feet in a weak movement. After his landing he kept speaking, "Hahd wan er those nahrmal plahnuts. Ahll sahrts eff envahrunmants. Cusheh plahnut, unlahk sahm er thah plahcus ah've got ehn mah vahgue mahmahreh. Oh, eht orbehted wan er tha old stars. Rehd star."
Again he paused, something about what he had just said confused him. "Come ter thehnk of eht, ah don't know how ah know thaht. 'Bout tha star ah mehn." Of all the things he does know, the only thing that was really important to him was his identity. Somehow he had all this knowledge about space, war, and technology. With no knowledge of himself he really had a confusing mix of thoughts that put his situation in a very strange light. "Oh, yah. Sommadehm folks was not so scahly. Naht ehl folks, mahr mahmmals lahk meh and yeh. Mahnes ahn heads er hahr, but nowhare nehr ahs hahreh ahs mah hahd."
He kept going on and on, but by this point it was probably drowned out by Fury's thoughts. He'd accidentally given enough information to pinpoint their planet. Normal Earth Sized planet, orbiting a red/late term Main Sequence star, with two races living on it. If Fury absolutely needed to know where Dunnaman got the Dorirum from, it would be there.
Deciding that shouting was not the best way to converse, he struggled a bit to push himself to his feet and trotted over to the edge of his ship and leaped down to Fury. By doing so, he unconsciously revealed his latent athleticism by leaping some-odd thirty feet in a weak movement. After his landing he kept speaking, "Hahd wan er those nahrmal plahnuts. Ahll sahrts eff envahrunmants. Cusheh plahnut, unlahk sahm er thah plahcus ah've got ehn mah vahgue mahmahreh. Oh, eht orbehted wan er tha old stars. Rehd star."
Again he paused, something about what he had just said confused him. "Come ter thehnk of eht, ah don't know how ah know thaht. 'Bout tha star ah mehn." Of all the things he does know, the only thing that was really important to him was his identity. Somehow he had all this knowledge about space, war, and technology. With no knowledge of himself he really had a confusing mix of thoughts that put his situation in a very strange light. "Oh, yah. Sommadehm folks was not so scahly. Naht ehl folks, mahr mahmmals lahk meh and yeh. Mahnes ahn heads er hahr, but nowhare nehr ahs hahreh ahs mah hahd."
He kept going on and on, but by this point it was probably drowned out by Fury's thoughts. He'd accidentally given enough information to pinpoint their planet. Normal Earth Sized planet, orbiting a red/late term Main Sequence star, with two races living on it. If Fury absolutely needed to know where Dunnaman got the Dorirum from, it would be there.
@MelonHead
I convinced Tantalum to let me use one of his races as the one that saved him. AS WELL.
So my post will be up in a few minutes.
This sets up what might be his first high tier fight. If you'd be willing to fight him with Fury and he'd be willing to actually roleplay. I'm trying to get him back into it.
I convinced Tantalum to let me use one of his races as the one that saved him. AS WELL.
So my post will be up in a few minutes.
This sets up what might be his first high tier fight. If you'd be willing to fight him with Fury and he'd be willing to actually roleplay. I'm trying to get him back into it.
@Holy Soldier
Well I'll take Jax as my second, due to his floaty nature and ability to be at events regardless of alignment.
I've even got his ability balance already figured.
Well I'll take Jax as my second, due to his floaty nature and ability to be at events regardless of alignment.
I've even got his ability balance already figured.
@Holy Soldier
Oh I didn't even notice the second character thing.
Once I'm home and caught up in my other three roleplays I'll send you a character sheet for another character.
Oh I didn't even notice the second character thing.
Once I'm home and caught up in my other three roleplays I'll send you a character sheet for another character.
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@Skallagrim
You're totally right with the leg hook, but now that I've posted it's too late. Hindsight IS 20/20
You're totally right with the leg hook, but now that I've posted it's too late. Hindsight IS 20/20
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