@Life in Stasis You read it wrong, my character is 8'1.
Kind of peurile to change it just to be taller isn't it? Kind of starting to feel like a circus here.
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Kind of peurile to change it just to be taller isn't it? Kind of starting to feel like a circus here.
The dark elf is 8'. The monk is 7'8. I'm over here feeling short at 6'2.
Do you guys comprehend how tall 7'8 is??
This guy is 272=8'11 instead of 7'8=234
So just 38 cm shorter than that guy in the picture. I mean fuck that is crazy.
I'm really regretting not going for the Shadow Monk class. Trynna sneak around with this red giant.
I'm really looking forward to meeting the giant drow, haha.
@Frettzo I'm not thinking about any of that too much until it becomes relevant. There's no real stats or rolls or anything. If a companion comes up at some point, then I'll worry about it. It'll probably seem easier to understand by then.
Of all the races, Moulder favored humans the most. His own kin, the elves, were too self-obsessed to be of any great help to anything. The small races, dwarves and gnomes, were usually gratingly entrepreneurial and hardly ever straight forward. Tieflings and orcs and other beast races... well, where even to start with them? Humans however ran the gamut, philosophically curious by nature and adaptable to many modes of thought. So when Moulder's ongoing quest to understand and control the arcane brought him to the heart of the Caracas League, he was pleased as punch.
Caracas itself was not without charm. It stank—all humans did, though certainly not worse than some others—but the way to the Colosseum offered fine views of old human architecture and breathed a sort of scholarly history. Sure his boots were soggy, his clothes now smelled like smoke (better than the faint sweetness of decay), and the sound of the human being slaughtered in front of a roaring audience was a little disquieting, but it lacked the nauseating pretension and ostentaciousness of a city full of righteous do-gooders who would probably be too happy to kill an undead necromancer.
Still, he wasn't about to sing any heroic tales about himself to anyone here anyway. Couldn't be too careful.
Pausing in his search for Mr. Amarillo de Caracas, Moulder looked down into the fighting ring to behold the great Baenash the Impaler, living true to his monicker. His colorless eyes rested academically on the quickly dying human, briefly wondering at the life he had led which had now brought him to this unfortunate moment. Moulder also wondered how the Colosseum administrators intended to discard the body. He was feeling peckish.
"If I were a League of Magi," Moulder mulled to himself, realigning himself to his task, "where would I be hiding?"
The best seating in the stadium seemed to be near the balconies, where special boxes had been erected for more comfortable viewing. Supposedly Dantel was here, so he'd probably be in one of those. And, if he were using his magic to influence the fight and win some bets (Moulder certainly would), he could do so more privately from there.
Ignoring the jostling and cheers of the crowd around him, Moulder set onward to dip his head into some of these boxes. And hopefully not lose it in the process.
Caracas itself was not without charm. It stank—all humans did, though certainly not worse than some others—but the way to the Colosseum offered fine views of old human architecture and breathed a sort of scholarly history. Sure his boots were soggy, his clothes now smelled like smoke (better than the faint sweetness of decay), and the sound of the human being slaughtered in front of a roaring audience was a little disquieting, but it lacked the nauseating pretension and ostentaciousness of a city full of righteous do-gooders who would probably be too happy to kill an undead necromancer.
Still, he wasn't about to sing any heroic tales about himself to anyone here anyway. Couldn't be too careful.
Pausing in his search for Mr. Amarillo de Caracas, Moulder looked down into the fighting ring to behold the great Baenash the Impaler, living true to his monicker. His colorless eyes rested academically on the quickly dying human, briefly wondering at the life he had led which had now brought him to this unfortunate moment. Moulder also wondered how the Colosseum administrators intended to discard the body. He was feeling peckish.
"If I were a League of Magi," Moulder mulled to himself, realigning himself to his task, "where would I be hiding?"
The best seating in the stadium seemed to be near the balconies, where special boxes had been erected for more comfortable viewing. Supposedly Dantel was here, so he'd probably be in one of those. And, if he were using his magic to influence the fight and win some bets (Moulder certainly would), he could do so more privately from there.
Ignoring the jostling and cheers of the crowd around him, Moulder set onward to dip his head into some of these boxes. And hopefully not lose it in the process.
Sorry for the double post but I’ve got a few questions.
The letter that was delivered, and the strange magic hand sigil. How would this work in ya’ll opinion/imagination, with a siren who just came into dry land, and can’t read. She would probably be freaking out about her hand, and having no clue about the letter. I have a idea I could write, but I’m not loving it. So I want to hear how others would write this or handle it.
I used to RP with someone whose character was dyslexic in a medieval setting, and therefore could not read or write reliably. However she did receive letters, which her friend or husband would read to her. If your Siren got a letter delivered, depending on how she deals with people socially, she might ask someone else to dictate it to her and read it out loud.
Too much fluff is boring. Too little fluff is soulless. The trick is to add just enough fluff to make your writing interesting, but leave out enough to keep it easy to read.
I'm kinda confused on what to actually do here. Can I just go by my logic straight to finding the person of interest? Or do I have to select a method of searching and await your response? The second option would make it hard to fill 2 paragraphs when you only take one action.@Famotill
Isn't there anything else to write about except that one action? Like his thoughts about a recent experience, how his journey has been on his way to Caracas, or his opinion on the content of the post?
Right now I know pretty much nothing about your character because of his lack of personality description so I'm really curious to know what he's about.
@Famotill I think first come first serve will suit. And we'll just continue in that order, or whatever order is respectful to the party as can be discussed in the OOC. I'll probably have something up this afternoon.
@Famotill I assume the Wolves have a different starting scenario?
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