Pyro V

There is no Innocence, Only degrees of Guilt

ETA on when the IC might be put up?

The Sixth Blight

So, we currently have: Dred the party leader and human warrior; MM the dwarven scout; E the half-elf mage; the Qunari warrior; and a Qunari mage. Kind of diverse in skills and races, so it seems fine.

I like the idea of the Architect's followers being let go by The Grey Warden, and later being hunted down and killed by other Wardens once s/he's gone, so that their numbers are lowered and the Architect has to replenish the numbers some other time, possibly during this blight, since there will be a surplus of Grey Knight corpses.

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Regardless, I think it would be interesting to see how Maas and Isala act, since most Tal-Vashoth treat Saarebas the same way Qunari do. And if he approved of the half-elf mage, it would only be because the Wardens would be like her Arvaraad, whereas Isala's Arvaraad was killed. Will make for good first impressions, especially when Isala comes stumbling out of the Korcari Wilds and into Ostagar.

Rate the Signature Above You

5/10, tells of my rage at the lack of old guild good things (like fucking autosave) and nice font. But, overall, doesn't really have things.

8/10 avatar though, makes up for it.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

The Incredible John said
Would you mind if a certain annoying demon becomes the first creature to greet you.

Too late buddy, the Khornate Berserker Aristo has already gone to greet them.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

Tal'Vara could do that. If anyone wants to drop by Gestalt and not try to kill her, that is.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

A demon and a battle hungry mortal as humanity's welcome party. That's sure to be a first impression worth watching.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

I know, right?

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

Fwi. Nothing near the amount that I wanted to write, but meh, thought it better to split it up between posts rather than make one super post.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

The morning light shown over the city of Gestalt, turning the black sky into a sea of shifting greys. In the streets, nothing stirred, the good people still in their beds, enjoying the last moments of night before they were forced out by the oppressive sunlight. It was this lazyness that allowed such scoundrels as Tal'Vara to do the work that she needed to. There was always some fool wandering the streets early in the morning, for whatever reason - perhaps they had to work until dawn, or they enjoyed their cool morning walks. Either way, they were prime candidates for liberation of coin. The guard were groggy from either just waking up or distracted by need for sleep, leaving the poor people of the city all but defenseless.

The horned woman stood around a corner, cloak wrapped around her so that only the slimmest view of her body was shown - a pair of brown breeches, cloth wraps around her feet, leaving the clawed toes visible, and a vest were all that could be seen, but any who knew her knew that there was far more beneath the cloak. In the adjacent alley, she could hear someone briskly walking and whistling a merry tune - someone got out on the right side of the bed this morning, it seemed. A cruel smile came over her face as golden eyes turned to glance at where he would come out.

The man passed by her, not even noticing her. Tal'Vara scoffed loudly, causing him to pause midstride and glance back. His pleasant smile turned into a frown of horror as he put together just what she was, and he was about to run when she pounced on him. He fell to the ground, and her foul left hand pressed down on his back, while the tip of her knife pushed against his neck. It drew blood, but her restraint kept it from sliding right through the flesh and bone. The smell of moth-eaten fabric assaulted her nose as the fabric of his shirt began to decay under her palm.

He nearly let out a shout, but a little more pressure from the blade kept him from uttering anything more than a small groan. Lifting her hand, she placed a knee on his back and began to rustle through his pockets, looking for anything valuable. The only thing she was able to produce was a small coinpurse with a few measly coins in it. Disgusted, she lowered that sinister hand until it was clamped around the back of his neck. Instantly, the Rot took affect, decaying the flesh, slowly and painfully. He didn't even bother to hold in his scream of pain, the cry echoing out through the alley and out into the main street. She could hear people stirring in their homes nearby, and cursed. She stood and reared back her foot. It snapped forward, the toe of the heavy boot slamming into the side of the man's face. His head swung to the side, a loud crack sounding from the contact, a second echoing out as his head connected with the floor.

And off she sprinted, with her meager earnings, the sound of people hurrying down the alley to check on the man just behind her. When they got to him, they found the man laying, his head at an odd angle, his neck rotten. His eyes showed no life, and a woman let out a choked sob. The evil bitch had gotten away again, and had left them a widow in return.

There is no Innocence, Only degrees of Guilt

Blanks are allowed to do anything they wish to let off steam because we are incorruptible by the warp.

WARP DUST HERE I COME.