Ramia still just sort of stood there in the entrance hall, looking around very curiously, like she was trying to get as much information about the goings on in the castle without actually moving. If she was nervous the black haired swordswoman hid it quite well. Despite the water dripping from her clothes and hair she seemed to be thankful to just have a roof over her head at the moment.
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STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 6 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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All the fuss seemed to just increase, luckily in a good way. Ramia's eyes had gotten used to the brightness and she began looking around. Even if she was unnerved by these 'princes' and their 'servants' she hid it well behind a smile. "Uh... well... at least the servants remind me of back home... Though our servants were a bit less... umh... furry and scaly and... things."
That lamia is adorable ^^
Oh god my character just went on a friggin motive rant OwO
Ramius Kastagir, Iron Forest
If his face had been whole the now rather horrendous smile the White Raven gave would have perhaps been to an extent warm - one you'd give to a comrade in arms or a friend you hadn't seen in years. "I admit I have not heard of you, sir Thorn - perhaps you fell after my time, perhaps before it, or then you go by a different name. I however still carry my name with pride." Ramius swept his black hair back with his skeletal hand and managed a surprisingly solemn expression. "I am as I once was, sir Ramius Kastagir, the White Raven. Formerly an infantry commander under Emperor Axis III." He actually rolled his eyes. "Now, I could go on and on about the exploits I still remember, or how those shambling bastards over there lead to my untimely death..." The tall Revenant nudged his head towards the motley collection of lesser Revenants and undead. "...That however I doubt you'd have the patience or - pardon me for saying - manners for listening."
"I serve no master than myself, but I am searching for someone. A man, a..." Ramius paused, as if he did not quite remember the word he was looking for. For a brief moment it seemed like he had fallen completely silent until he finally managed to continue. "...A Hero, if you will... He was known as Hero of the East... and Bane of Morven... If he still lives I have something..." The White Raven seemed to be at a loss for words, like there was something missing - a crucial part of a memory. The Revenant gritted his teeth and growled in annoyance. After a while he shook his head in disappointment. "Admittedly that is none of your concern... Apart from the... the... mage... I also seek the only man I ever had any semblance of true respect towards."
Ramius focused his gaze on Thorn, like he had just remembered that he had actually been asked a question. "I have heard a few rumors of a powerful wraith, but there always are rumors about those. Apart from that I cannot help you with proper answers." He sounded sincerely apologetic, that was rather odd coming from a Revenant. "Now, by my assessment if we were to come to blows neither one of us would come out of it unscathed - and since this conversation is going so nicely I think I might have a little proposition for you." The White Raven lifted his hands as if to quell an immediate refusal. "I'm not asking for your fealty, or offering myself to your service either. You see, this power struggle between the Wraiths and other so called 'stronger' Revenants is rather a dull affair. They bicker among each other, occasionally a Revenant or Wraith gets his or her deserved eternal rest and someone takes it's place. I do not care about being the strongest, I do not even care about... All of this!" He motioned around himself. "All I care of is that I will be remembered. I do not care if it's by us undead or the living." The Revenant paused, as if to calm himself and shook his head. "I wish to be remembered by everyone who's still standing after this whole thing. I do not care if I have to be a hero to do so! I do not care if I have to burn the whole world to do so." Ramius noticed that he was nearly raving, he hadn't gotten any closer of making his proposal to Thorn. Again the White Raven shook his head. "Terribly sorry, now that I got that out... As I said I am looking for two men. This... Bane of Morven and a second one. I know full well where the second one is, but..." He glanced at his small force and spat some black substance - maybe what little remained of his blood, maybe some bile - to the ground. "I doubt my shambling little group could get even near the man without help. Now, I am a man of my word and thus declare that if you help me with what I seek I will offer in exchange my aid to you in any way I can."
If his face had been whole the now rather horrendous smile the White Raven gave would have perhaps been to an extent warm - one you'd give to a comrade in arms or a friend you hadn't seen in years. "I admit I have not heard of you, sir Thorn - perhaps you fell after my time, perhaps before it, or then you go by a different name. I however still carry my name with pride." Ramius swept his black hair back with his skeletal hand and managed a surprisingly solemn expression. "I am as I once was, sir Ramius Kastagir, the White Raven. Formerly an infantry commander under Emperor Axis III." He actually rolled his eyes. "Now, I could go on and on about the exploits I still remember, or how those shambling bastards over there lead to my untimely death..." The tall Revenant nudged his head towards the motley collection of lesser Revenants and undead. "...That however I doubt you'd have the patience or - pardon me for saying - manners for listening."
"I serve no master than myself, but I am searching for someone. A man, a..." Ramius paused, as if he did not quite remember the word he was looking for. For a brief moment it seemed like he had fallen completely silent until he finally managed to continue. "...A Hero, if you will... He was known as Hero of the East... and Bane of Morven... If he still lives I have something..." The White Raven seemed to be at a loss for words, like there was something missing - a crucial part of a memory. The Revenant gritted his teeth and growled in annoyance. After a while he shook his head in disappointment. "Admittedly that is none of your concern... Apart from the... the... mage... I also seek the only man I ever had any semblance of true respect towards."
Ramius focused his gaze on Thorn, like he had just remembered that he had actually been asked a question. "I have heard a few rumors of a powerful wraith, but there always are rumors about those. Apart from that I cannot help you with proper answers." He sounded sincerely apologetic, that was rather odd coming from a Revenant. "Now, by my assessment if we were to come to blows neither one of us would come out of it unscathed - and since this conversation is going so nicely I think I might have a little proposition for you." The White Raven lifted his hands as if to quell an immediate refusal. "I'm not asking for your fealty, or offering myself to your service either. You see, this power struggle between the Wraiths and other so called 'stronger' Revenants is rather a dull affair. They bicker among each other, occasionally a Revenant or Wraith gets his or her deserved eternal rest and someone takes it's place. I do not care about being the strongest, I do not even care about... All of this!" He motioned around himself. "All I care of is that I will be remembered. I do not care if it's by us undead or the living." The Revenant paused, as if to calm himself and shook his head. "I wish to be remembered by everyone who's still standing after this whole thing. I do not care if I have to be a hero to do so! I do not care if I have to burn the whole world to do so." Ramius noticed that he was nearly raving, he hadn't gotten any closer of making his proposal to Thorn. Again the White Raven shook his head. "Terribly sorry, now that I got that out... As I said I am looking for two men. This... Bane of Morven and a second one. I know full well where the second one is, but..." He glanced at his small force and spat some black substance - maybe what little remained of his blood, maybe some bile - to the ground. "I doubt my shambling little group could get even near the man without help. Now, I am a man of my word and thus declare that if you help me with what I seek I will offer in exchange my aid to you in any way I can."
Ramius Kastagir, East of Gallowsford
Ramius stopped calmly as the other revenant spoke, he had no need to be hostile for the moment. Casually the White Raven plunged the shaft of his banner to the wet soil and took one final step towards the mounted figure with his hands calmly held behind his back. "I bet if I were any of the other of our kind this forest would soon be a field of battle." Though slightly mumbling his voice was loud enough for the rider to hear. "I would not like that, for there would be no one to tell the tale." Ramius tilted his head slightly to the right and smiled his rather unnerving half smile. "To answer your question I was leading this rabble close to Campus Magnus in hopes of proper combat, instead we only came across a small patrol - who decided to... volunteer for my cause." The White Raven's chuckle had no joy or warmth in it as he glanced at his forces.
He turned his attention back to the rider while scratching his goatee with the skeletal fingers of his right hand. "Now you are probably thinking what to do with this 'upstart' you see in front of you? I can assure you if it would have been battle I was seeking we would not be even having a conversation to begin with." Ramius' tone had a very slight hint of cold amusement to it, like he was remembering something from so far away. "So either you charge at me and it will be like we never had even this little chat, or we can continue being polite to each other and avoid a needless scuffle. What say you, sir?"
Ramius stopped calmly as the other revenant spoke, he had no need to be hostile for the moment. Casually the White Raven plunged the shaft of his banner to the wet soil and took one final step towards the mounted figure with his hands calmly held behind his back. "I bet if I were any of the other of our kind this forest would soon be a field of battle." Though slightly mumbling his voice was loud enough for the rider to hear. "I would not like that, for there would be no one to tell the tale." Ramius tilted his head slightly to the right and smiled his rather unnerving half smile. "To answer your question I was leading this rabble close to Campus Magnus in hopes of proper combat, instead we only came across a small patrol - who decided to... volunteer for my cause." The White Raven's chuckle had no joy or warmth in it as he glanced at his forces.
He turned his attention back to the rider while scratching his goatee with the skeletal fingers of his right hand. "Now you are probably thinking what to do with this 'upstart' you see in front of you? I can assure you if it would have been battle I was seeking we would not be even having a conversation to begin with." Ramius' tone had a very slight hint of cold amusement to it, like he was remembering something from so far away. "So either you charge at me and it will be like we never had even this little chat, or we can continue being polite to each other and avoid a needless scuffle. What say you, sir?"
Is it a bad thing I read the lowtime as lowrider the first time?
Ramia was skilled enough in the art of swordplay to know when things were getting awfully tense. She cautiously removed the still seathed sword from her sash and with very cautious movements returned it to the bundle with the rest of her swords. She still was't able to see properly due to the brightness, but hoped that the fact she was now unarmed would release the building tension in a positive manner.
.....Wait, what was that about apologetic PM's and naked GM's?
Ramius Kastagir, relatively deep in the Iron Forest.
"...Perhaps we should ...advance more cautiously." One of the lesser revenants suggested with a polite edge to it's raspy voice. Ramius did not answer, instead he just examined their surroundings aa the group shambled forwards. The White Raven had no interest in the matters of the living - nor did he care that much of the matters of other revenants either. Suddenly he lifted his left hand, motioning his forces to stop - he did not care about the few who continued shambling forwards. His eye had spotted a rider - a revenant by his quick estimate. "It would seem we have company." Ramius shook his head slightly as he moved the banner to his left hand and gouged an eye from the head of one the most recently risen shambling soldier and used it to fill his empty eyesocket. Soon the cold fire filled the second eye as well. "Wait here." The tall revenant ordered his men and began calmly approaching the rider.
"...Perhaps we should ...advance more cautiously." One of the lesser revenants suggested with a polite edge to it's raspy voice. Ramius did not answer, instead he just examined their surroundings aa the group shambled forwards. The White Raven had no interest in the matters of the living - nor did he care that much of the matters of other revenants either. Suddenly he lifted his left hand, motioning his forces to stop - he did not care about the few who continued shambling forwards. His eye had spotted a rider - a revenant by his quick estimate. "It would seem we have company." Ramius shook his head slightly as he moved the banner to his left hand and gouged an eye from the head of one the most recently risen shambling soldier and used it to fill his empty eyesocket. Soon the cold fire filled the second eye as well. "Wait here." The tall revenant ordered his men and began calmly approaching the rider.
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