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6 yrs ago
Current 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.
8 yrs ago
Purple, because aliens wear red hats.
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10 yrs ago
Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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Tarquin lifted his right hand in a cautioning manner. "My... gh... Apologies, m'lady. Seafaring is not one of my finest arts. I apologize in advance." He managed to flash a little bit haughty smile, like he was making a jest before again taking a rather sour expression. "Now, I mean not to be impolite - such is not fitting of someone like me." The elf took a step away from the railing, spread his hands slightly and made a very proper bow. "My apologies again, m'lady Eve. I am Tarquin Corbanet, a humble bard by trade. Hmm... Admittedly there is nothing humble about me, I am boastful, brash purveyor of off key tunes and at times downright horrible poems." Tarquin paused for a moment to straighten his surcoat slightly "At your service, m'lady." He added with a very roguish smile.
There were few things in the world that just weren't meant to be. Fish weren't meant to fly, orcs weren't good at chess and elves were not suited for shipboard travel. The usually quite handsome - if pale, like most his kind - elf leaned his forehead against the side railing of the ship and concentrated fully on keeping his light breakfast inside his poor stomach. Judging by his clothes the tall elf was a nobleman of some kind, or at least someone with enough money for a comfortable suit. The white fencing shirt fit well with the blue vest and gray surcoat with silver linings. From his belt hung a rapier on the right hip and a beautiful silver flute on the left. It was apparent that his boots were the only think keeping him standing on the deck - they were either really heavy or enchanted to ease his footing. Long unbound locks of ivory colored hair covered most of his face at the moment. Obviously he was very much regretting his decision to join in this whole debacle, but now there was no turning back.

"Oh gods, why have you forsaken me?" He inquired silently and finally straightened up. His emerald green eyes scanned the horizon. "A bard like Tarquin Corbanet should not be in a place like this... I should be in a nice tavern with some nice ladies by my side for company..." As he mumbled to himself Tarquin bound his hair on a ponytail and shook his head. "...Next time I'll just politely refuse..." The elf covered his mouth with his right hand and leaned his elbow against the railing.
Hi Kel ^^ I'm just gonna jump in like I oftentimes do. I hope that's ok ^w^;;
I was wondering if there would be room for one more fella in this RP? ^^
So we are still alive? Fantastic ^w^
One of the knights was obviously about to give Kanaan a rather scathing remark, but Martel silenced him with a small hand movement. The knight moved his own hands quickly and with a little nod from their leader was given the permission to speak. "With.. uh... Your highness... I mean..." the knight paused to gather his thoughts and tried again. "With all due respect your highness, we have some experience with monsters." Though the helmet hid it Martel was doing his best not to smile. "Kanaan, let me ask you this. What good is my tactical ability if I have no one with me who is willing to follow orders? Ravens, make ready." The knights took a defensive position in front of the door with their shields raised. "Forwards." With the second command the vampire and his men began heading cautiously to the darkness.
"Though my eyes prefer the darkk I suppose some illumination is a good thing to have. Now, should I leave this fine contingent of men to protect your highnesses well being?" Martel inquired with a rather amused tone while pointing at the twelve armored men who had been accompanying him thus far. "Their blades might come handy in the dungeon, but it's your call, Emperor."
Yeah ^^ No need to worry yet.
"We should indeed be on our way - I'd hate to see this fine building crumble to dust around us." Martel rolled his eyes and took a position in front of the doors leading to the dungeon. "My blade has not tasted blood today - which is a predicament I hopefully get to rectify shortly."
Full plate is very good for keeping sunlight away from you ^^ To an extent at least. Also it makes stabbing you a bit less easy ^w^
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