neogreggory

They Hunger For You (Closed)

I just spent the last hour and a half packing a large bag, a bag that will be containing all my worldly possessions. Tomorrow morning I'm going to be grabbing a bike and heading South, then North once I reach a major road.

Tomorrow I'm going to be homeless. And obviously without internet.

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Fuck.

Welp, not much more to say on the matter. I don't want to say I'm dropping out, because any chance I get I'm going online, but I may not have access to internet for weeks depending on how long my journey takes.
Hell I might even die. I don't intend to of course, I intend to live, I intend to fight anything in my way, but bloody hell.

If I do somehow die though I'll make sure to haunt Frengo for a bit and get him to tell you if I actually died. Otherwise, if you've anything you want to say or ask of me than you've got about nineteen hours before I leave.

Dungeons and Dragons - Story of Faulknorse

I just spent the last hour and a half packing a large bag, a bag that will be containing all my worldly possessions. Tomorrow morning I'm going to be grabbing a bike and heading South, then North once I reach a major road.

Tomorrow I'm going to be homeless. And obviously without internet.

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...

Fuck.

Welp, not much more to say on the matter. I don't want to say I'm dropping out, because any chance I get I'm going online, but I may not have access to internet for weeks depending on how long my journey takes.
Hell I might even die. I don't intend to of course, I intend to live, I intend to fight anything in my way, but bloody hell.

If I do somehow die though I'll make sure to haunt VKAllen for a bit and get him to tell you if I actually died. Otherwise, if you've anything you want to say or ask of me than you've got about nineteen hours before I leave.

States of Evolution

I just spent the last hour and a half packing a large bag, a bag that will be containing all my worldly possessions. Tomorrow morning I'm going to be grabbing a bike and heading South, then North once I reach a major road.

Tomorrow I'm going to be homeless. And obviously without internet.

...

...

...

Fuck.

Welp, not much more to say on the matter. I don't want to say I'm dropping out, because any chance I get I'm going online, but I may not have access to internet for weeks depending on how long my journey takes.
Hell I might even die. I don't intend to of course, I intend to live, I intend to fight anything in my way, but bloody hell.

If I do somehow die though I'll make sure to haunt Frengo for a bit and get him to tell you if I actually died. Otherwise, if you've anything you want to say or ask of me than you've got about nineteen hours before I leave.

Dungeons and Dragons - Story of Faulknorse

Listing four different classes and insisting on bringing something new doesn't make me want to say yes.

Not to say I'm against new ideas in general of course, the flow of information is important, and new minds thinking in different ways is powerful. But the risks of bringing in a new perspective can be just as bad as it is good, and without solid reasons and solid thoughts I can't reasonably say yes.

I will remain neutral on the matter until additional information is had.

Dungeons and Dragons - Story of Faulknorse

Before I can say yes or no myself I'd need more information, in particular what she would be bringing to the party among other things.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

@Absolis Oh completely off the saddening topic but I've not gotten around to saying it yet.

Squid Girl is a pretty amazing anime, without a doubt my favorite for some simple wonder. Just wanted to throw that out there.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

Very well.

Tis not the first, won't be the last.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

So...
I have my laptop again.
But any day now my life could implode and I can be living on the streets.
Or I may find an answer that solves most of my problems and I end up fine.

Hoping for the second one there myself, if only because I enjoy living and it lets me continue interacting with you blokes.
That said, I am currently on the Ball collab, since Arthur is in fact rather late I suppose he'll have to burn like a roman candle in order to be relevant.

All that said... *sigh* My life is pretty f**ked, and a fair bit of it is my fault. Not going to trouble you lot with it though.

Think I'll finish the tale of my adventures in New Vegas Hardcore Mode in a bit.

Dungeons and Dragons - Story of Faulknorse

Sitting in the carriage Arthur heard Dyllon's announcement and looked over the folks around him, "Nevermind I suppose, this calls for a song."
"Our heroes our heroes, fight with warrior's hearts." The tiefling sang as he followed the beat he created on his drum.

They Hunger For You (Closed)

Character: Arth Bek
Location: Fort Buckmere (Keep)
With: Two hungry werewolves

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Multicolored shards of glass flew through the air towards the metal clad soldier. Rather than avoid the glass or the far more dangerous were-beast Arth instead stood his ground, in his right hand clutching the short sword and his left arm raised to shield his face from some of the raining glass.

Thrusting his blade up Arth caught the wolf on his sword, the creature gasping for air as if it had fallen onto a claymore.

Pulling his blade away Arth stepped back, watching while the beast fell to it's knees, clawed hands clutching at its chest. Before Arth could figure out what exactly made this blow so powerful he received a blow to the back of his helmet. The third of the wolves had snuck up on him.

Thrown down with the force of the blow Arth saw his life flash by. His loving parents, taken by the rakdos. The training instructor he was taught by, a grizzled old man, killed in his sleep. His first love, an elf of the Izzet, caught in a laboratory accident, too much concentrated explosives. Arth looked forward to rejoining them.

Claws were grabbing at his back, trying to pry loose the metal plates concealing the flesh within. Arth remembered the women he married, a stern but caring women, with child. The numerous people who Arth had aided in the years. And finally his mind drifted to the warleader. The guildmaster, the leader of the Boros.
Arth's mailed fist flew into the snout of the beast, who with a yelp was thrown back. Not far, but enough for the legionare to stand.
Arth's eyes burned with fury. His warleader would not allow such weakness in him, and neither would he. With a furious shout the man ran forward, grabbing the short sword as he movee past, and plunged the blade into the beast. Tackling the monster he slammed it into the wall, turning the sword into a nail, holding the beast. Stepping back Arth walked to the already wounded wolf and kicked it to the ground before pressing his knee into it, putting his weight onto the monster's neck. Punching the wolven face, then again, and again, Arth punched the creature until it was little more then a brused and bloody mess. The knight would then turn to leave, abandoning the silver lined blade that pinned the wolf to the wall.

The dim light cast through the broken window allowed the knight to see a large wooden door, one just barely open. Stepping through Arth found himself in the courtyard once more, though something seemed off. Finding his sword Arth picked it up, and though it was coated in a layer of blood the beast it had been within was gone. Rather then try to find out where it was however Arth instead simply walked out of the fort and started walking down the road. Perhaps he'd find someone alive elsewhere.