rabidbacon

a Tale of High Adventure

Sucker for fantasy and sword-waving stuff here, interested!
Am considering a bard-ish person or a knight. Curious about the lore.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

It was a faint spark, at first, flickering in the distance. Bane did not trust his eyes, then, head lolling this way and that as he ambled his way through the woods, numb from drink. The night had found him in bad company - a woman with sweet eyes, swift hands and a venomous smile had made off with his last coin as he slumbered with her beneath a tree. Perhaps, the only reason his armor and sword remained was that it was difficult to run off with them, without making too much noise.

Eventually, as he drew closer, his nose told him that the light was fire, and with this fire came sustenance. The half-elf licked his lips in anticipation and pulled his hat down closer over his ears. Then, he made sure to approach loudly, to show that he was not approaching with ill intent. As the smell of food filled the air, Bane felt his stomach flip, still sour from liquor.

"Won't be here long," he began, his lips slow and cumbersome. "Just here to catch my breath." Not wishing to appear a worthless vagrant, Bane rooted about his pack and grimaced when he realized he had naught to offer. Even in his fatigue, he refrained from sitting upon the grass, and chose instead, to stand. Something about the old man reminded him about his father, and Bane despised how that made his chest tighten. He would have been about the same age, now. "I'll keep watch. You have... some nerve. Cooking up a storm, alone... when the wolves are howling for dinner."

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Oh, he so enjoyed it when the humans did the work for him. Soon enough, there were bodies on the ground. Unfortunately, it came at a cost, and that cost was being shot at. The forces that struck at his skin, even when hardened, was nothing like the useless things most carried on their shoulders. It hurt; molten ichor fell, starting embers as it dripped from the freshly formed wounds on the Wild's body. He was far from dead, though. And most of all, he was still ravenous.

Ignoring the danger - for what more could he do at this distance - Mercy hardened his hide and went in for the felled body, his maw darting in and out with a speed that one would hardly associate with his heft. The torso snapped and crackled between chitinous fangs, blood and guts dripping every which way as Mercy shook his head in dissatisfaction. One wasn't enough.

Through the dust, he searched for the one whose darkness teemed with promise. The one who had unintentionally fed him. His feet stalked the earth like a predator, but Mercy could hear his heart crackle with hate and goodness in equal measure. The Wild knew that such a man would be capable of just as much hurt as he was of aid.

"You will feed me," he whispered into Val's thoughts, in as much as a roar could be softened into a croon. "In exchange, you will have my strength." It was not an offering, but a demand. "So you can feed me more."

As Mercy called out to Val, so did he rake his claws against the forces that fired at him, sending up more dust in his wake. Such fragile orbs did the humans have, for eyes, full of fluids, and always leaking, whether in joy or in pain.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Will post in a day or two!

Blades of the West (Rabidbacon and Knight 7)

As the one-eyed soldier gave them a fierce appraisal, Bartek flashed him an easy-going grin. Zosia's expression was hidden behind the cloth that covered her face, while Tytus's lips and eyes were like unmoving stone. Together, they followed the fierce Shirian deeper into the camp, and with each step, like the grains of sand seeping into their boots, they could feel the irritation of some of those there. The Casimirians were not at all surprised; hiring outside help meant that they weren't satisfactory, and what capable being liked being told they weren't enough for the job?

Eventually, they entered the grand tent, where a show of hospitality was prepared for them to partake in. Bartek and his companions smiled at the familiar -though accented words- and at the sight of such a sumptuous meal, not at all shy about expressing their enthusiasm. All three of them barked out their thanks in quick succession, before finding their seats in quick order. However, they did not eat, nor did they drink.

"Hm. Right," began Bartek, his eyes of roving hungrily over the honeyed toast and the cool cups of water. Zosia had been quick to make sure the wineskin was far, far away from the mercenary captain. "Now, Marzban... how may we provide our assistance?" He licked his lips as he spoke, the skin of it dry and chapped. "As you already know, I am Bartek. All my life, I have been fighting, and it is all I know to do." Then, he gestured to his companions, placing a hand on each one's shoulder in turn. "This is Zosia, my best archer, and Tytus, the strongest man in my employ. There are many others outside, all with their own skills..."

Then, he stood, bowing to the Marzban, then to the scribe, and finally, at the one-eyed captain.

"But together, we all ride... and eat, as one. Until those outside are also fed and watered the same luxuries, I'm afraid we cannot partake in this feast. We may continue to discuss the matter of your proposal, however." Finally, he sat back down and turned his body towards the Marzban. "I have heard talk of rebels, but I did not imagine it was this serious. Or perhaps, you are being proactive?"

While clearly craving for the foods before them, neither Zosia nor Tytus raised complaint about the man's words. Instead, they, too, focused on the Marzban, curious to hear what he had to say. There was an admiring glance towards the bird, particularly by the archer, while Tytus seemed to view it as an oddity.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Can Mercy eat the bodies Val cut up? :D @Estylwen

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@LegendBegins Thank you!! It was not checked, now it is.

Mobile View Turning into Desktop View on Phone when Logged In

As the title says, just wondering if this is a universal experience.

Is there a toggle to lock it in mobile view that I'm unaware of / not seeing?
When I'm on the site as a guest, it appears properly in mobile mode, but when I log in, the site display reverts to desktop sizes.

I'm on mobile a lot, and the desktop mode textbox width makes it difficult to format and type on the phone.