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i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
6 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
6 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
6 yrs ago
bored
6 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
Merik didn’t seem too interested in the goings on of the other soldiers on the west gate. The one he only assumed was in command was talking to him while the large lizard checked the fortifications keeping the gate closed. He did what he could to move problem pieces of rubble out of the way and was able to find a hand full of small round beams sharpened at one end. Clearly meant to help with fortifications but not being used right then. The soldier seemed to want to move him along but Merik would not be moved, “they were testing. Merik will stay here.”
Among the whispers of the other soldiers another voice popped up while Merik was gathering a few more of the beams. The wooden pillar’s looked more like small logs or sticks in his hands.
@Inertia"Prince Leonidas says we have to be at the keep, can't have you wandering around because, well, you know." The young man said to him. A cheerful lad and a fun one to scare or play with occasionally.
@LadyRunicSoon another had joined them before he could answer, the elf of their party. Someone he has tried many times to tell him where she comes from but always seems to change the subject on him before he catches on. But a friendly face none the less, part of the prince’s team. “Merik will stay.” The lizard spoke with a smile then sniffed the air, “Merik thinks this be good place to find fight. Hello Zanna.” The hello seemed strained but he was trying.
His instincts soon proved correct with the ringing of a bell, the enemy was coming once more. The walls where soon abuzz with the soldiers rushing up the walls with bows and rifles in hand, the thunder tubes always got his attention. He stayed were he stood only turning to look up at the walls when someone yelled incoming. The two stone boulders where an unfortunate sight, it meant they would have to go over the wall if the cannons couldn’t reach them.
The tremor of one hitting the wall only made him grip the wooden poles more. Then the other that came just over the wall hit the top and damaged a building. He only got a glimpse of Ruduf trying to help others out of the ruble on his way up to the top. What he saw when he got up there made him smile.
A large group of goblins coming toward them behind their shields. They had stopped for a moment and made a rudimentary shield wall. “More rocks will come careful!” the large lizard shouted. It only took him a moment to gauge the distance from him to the goblins. Holding one of the wooden pillars in his hand like a javelin the large reptile through the beam right into the middle of their formation. Then another and another laughing as he did it. Truly he was showing off his strength to the human soldiers near him.
Merik walked casually down the road or as casual as one can with his stature. The prince looked successful in his endeavor to knock out some goblin scouts and it would seem another young member of the group had a new friend.
@Arthanus"Merik what happened to your horse this time?" the prince asked.
Merik could only shrug at the man, “Horse not used to thunder tube.” It really was the only thing he could think of for a reason. The horse was a bit more used to him being around but was still on edge whenever they were alone. Merik just assumed it was because of him still being a predator.
The rest of the walk back was still uneventful, the thunder continued to echo from the other side of the city. As they drew closer more and more peasants began showing up heading for the town. It was a common practice, bring in those that can’t protect themselves and bolster the number of militia at the same time. The giant lizard put away his sword and followed behind the prince into the city. More people where starring at them now but he didn’t care.
Some of the others seemed to be doing something but they were all ordered to rest, Merik did not know why humans tire easily. Looking around for a moment the large reptile spotted the elder magic man he has seen time and time again by the prince’s side. Quiet when he needed to be but a good teacher, he has taught Merik many things from behavior to the world around them.
@HawthorneApproaching the old man Merik paused before him and reached for something under his armor. “Elder, Merik find strange plant for you.” Something Merik did like doing was to find some things while he was adventuring in the forest. Anything that was unusual or rare to him he would bring to the man. Merik doesn’t have a grand understanding of magic and to him it’s a way to help.
He pulled a piece of cloth out and unfolded it to show a pale blue mushroom that seemed to be emitting a weak blue light even in the daylight. “Did Merik do good?” he asked while holding it out to him.
If Balthazar did or did not take the mushroom Merik would still continue to speak loud enough for the prince to hear. “Merik will go to west gate, help defenses. Come get Merik if need him.” A small smile then looking down to the wizard once more. “Be safe Elder, Merik like stories. Want to hear more.” With a nod the large lizard began making his way towards the west gate through the crowded streets.
Merik nodded to the lively man and started off towards the town while the others were getting set. Looking forward towards the sound of battle the lizard stopped and looked back at all of them for a moment. Most had seen combat before few had seen him during combat. The prince and the others where always talking about something called morale and how it effects those that they fight with.
Merik drew his full blade. The sword as tall if not taller than most of the others that stood preparing for a fight nearby. The blade gleamed in the sunlight the prince’s symbol cast into the guard of the mighty blade. He held it straight out from him, the tip touching a tree. With a fast mighty swing he cleaved the tree in two showing the men his strength. Holding the sword up to him to inspect the blade Merik smiled. “Merik is ready.”
It wasn’t long after that Ruduf called for the advance, Merik rested the heavy blade on his shoulder and continued slightly ahead of the column just in case they ran into enemy forces that may be attempting to encircle the town. He was able to keep pace just fine even with the heavy armor and sword but he could still hear the others behind him talking. The prince and the others were charging ahead with others charging ahead of them. “Merik will keep moving towards the town, Merik will save the humans. Don’t you want to save humans Ruduf?” the lizard laughed while he kept moving. Laughing was a strange thing for him as it was something he learned from watching others.
Merik is very large for a lizard folk standing 8 feet tall, rippled with large muscles and thick scales, his normally forest colored scales marred as black as night. His abnormally large size, powerful frame, and colored scales are all indications of being dragon touched. A rare genetic trait that tends to skip a generation or two, said to be a gift from the great dragon himself. Lizardfolk with this trait tend to be great warriors or chieftains due to their physical prowess. The front of his neck is dark red in color, a fin akin to that of a Mohawk follows the middle of his skull and down his neck. A long muscular tail follows him where ever he goes. His large hands and feet end in webbed toes and sharp claws hinting at their aquatic nature. Gold sharp eyes and the teeth of a predator adorn his face.
Normally Merik will wear stone plate armor, a gift made specifically for him to both help protect him and hide some of his frightening appearance from the humans who would more than likely call him a monster than a friend. The stone, wood, and leather that make up his armor is normally too heavy for most and reserved for dwarves but they made an exception for him. The armor is able to keep his movements quiet and comfortable, none of the metal on metal sounds the others have. Given the Lizardfolk tendency’s to fully submerge himself in water and hide out of sight to ambush others, getting him an armor that wouldn’t rust was important.
Otherwise, when he is alone and not in public he opts for a simple loin cloth or nothing at all.
The Lizardfolk of Dragonmaw are a nomadic people sticking to the swampy coast lines. These strange people keep to themselves only venturing inland to trade with beast men or to answer the call of the great dragon. Entire villages can hide themselves within their natural area’s only being found when they let others find them. They mostly survive on the migratory patterns of their aquatic prey of fish, only planting crops near or around places they know they will return to later in the year.
Bio: Merik’s life has always been difficult. He never grew up with his people, instead he was stolen from his clutch mates when he was but a child. A group of raiding pirates took advantage of a festival his people were doing and raided their village. They took Merik and a few of the other young ones for slaves before they were pushed back by his people. Most of the others died from starvation before they made it across the sea. The young needed food and they only seemed to want to feed the biggest among them.
The Razor Thorn Mountains, his new home. From the start he was chained and mistreated, fed enough to keep him strong and trained in combat. His captors used a language he was not familiar with only ever learning enough to get by. Those who captured him had different but similar forms, it wouldn’t be until later that he would find out that they were humans and a few elves. They were intent on training him to fight and kill whatever they put him against, carving out strange stones from them after he was done. The high wooden walls and armed guards were always their always persistent to keep him locked up so they could make more money off of him. They called it an arena.
He had a friend in the dreary place, there wasn’t much to do but wait in his cage. The human that was locked up with him called himself Arwen. The man would tell him stories of knight’s and war, peace and prosperity. He used terms and taught him words he could not conceptualize but it was a nice break from the constant fighting. The man told him about the empire, his time spent their as a knight, the people and how their everyday life was, and most importantly he taught him about honor and kindness.
It was a stormy day when his life changed again. Arwen always said that his people would come for him, a captured knight of the empire. He said he was worth a lot to some people Merik did not know why. The guards were alerted to something outside, something that made them leave their posts and go outside. He could hear shouting and metal against metal the sounds of a fight. Arwen convinced him to break them out of the cage and once they were outside most of the guards had been killed.
Men wearing shining metal armor with insignia’s he did not recognize pointed swords and spears at him. Merik was ready for a fight but before he could do anything Arwen stopped them. The man approached the others and talked to them using more words he did not know until eventually came to an agreement. Spears and swords where pointed at him still but he was brought before who he could only assume was their leader. Arwen explained what was happening to Merik that these men were from the empire, that they had rescued him and by extension Merik as well.
The Lizardfolk was not entirely sure but Arwen had never lied to him. He knelt slowly to the man, dropping himself to one knee with his head down. He told the man, “Merik life saved, Merik life yours.” Pledging his life debt to the man before him little did he know the man was the prince himself.
Personality quirks: Merik has two sides to him, the curious gentle soul and the battle hardened fighter that will let little get past him. Growing up in a cage the large reptile is still learning a lot about the world around him. His sense of curiosity matched only by his aloof nature while he continually seeks to learn more of the world and the culture of the empire. However, in a fight he is extremely protective of his allies combined with a cantankerous attitude and a near rage to end any fight quickly makes him a dangerous opponent. Also food motivated.
Bonds: The Prince – Owes a life debt and will do whatever he asks. - Human Male. Arwen Lighthammer – Former knight and friend now a fighting instructor – Human Male. Rivals – Manald Halung – friendly rival – Always trying to one up him but also learn from him – Beastman Male. Sturgis Ironbeard – Leader of raiders that enslaved him – ??? Male.
Fighting Style: Merik fights with two styles either his 7’ tall Fullblade or his teeth, claws, and muscular tail.
Equipment: other than his stone armor and his fullblade (also called ogre’s great sword) Merik carries a large back pack with him. Mostly he uses it to store things he finds interesting or food he can eat later.
Skills/Abilities: Forest Stealth – Even with his large size and coloration his species is very good at hiding in natural areas and can walk through the forest without making a sound.
Dragons Breath – A trait from being dragon marked is the ability to breath fire. Nowhere near as powerful as an actual dragons but can be an ace in the hole if used right. Needs to rest for a while before it can be used again.
Intimidating Roar – A Roar he can use to demoralize opponents, in some cases can make them run in fear.
Heightened Senses – His sense of smell, sight, and hearing are strong and keen, and His species can see in the dark in black and white.
Nature Magic Affinity – Is not practiced and can only make some things grow right now, is currently trying to learn how to heal others with it.
Other Information: Merik has trouble with words both speaking and reading, but knows enough to get by. It’s very easy to persuade him with the promise of food, just make sure you have it.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, if you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
The forest was quiet and calm, most of the animals however were on edge. The fight that was to come set a gloomy mood to the trees and the earth. The deer he was feasting on was already weary and on edge when he ambushed it. Other than a few wild dog tracks in the area Merik had not found any track or scent of the Orcish and goblin hordes he knew lingered nearby. Blood would be spilled this day the reptile could feel it in his scales, in his muscles, and in his bones.
Even with this feeling Merik enjoyed his time out in the forest. His instincts could run wild and he could feel at peace. The loud boom and thunder that echoed through the forest caught both himself and his horse off guard. It took some time for his warhorse to attune to him but it still wasn’t used to the dwarves thunder sticks and thunder tubes. A sigh escaped the large Lizardfolk while he watched his horse run off into the forest. At the very least he knew it would run back to the camp. “Prince Leo be upset Merik lost nother horse.” He spoke to himself for a moment then looked around.
Merik knew which way the camp was and the way to the city, without a horse he will just have to join up with the infantry again. “Ruduf will be happy that big friend help.” Again Merik spoke to himself and stood up leaving the rest of the deer for the wild dogs he knew were lurking nearby. With a huff he headed out toward the camp at a fast pace, he could double his speed while running on all fours. Almost leaping more than running.
The voice of the infantry leader and the scent of man soon grew stronger and stronger. He was sure they could hear the racket and noise he was making as he moved toward them. Loud heavy foot falls and snapping of branches and toppling of small trees. Bursting from the foliage the behemoth skidded to a stop and slowly stood before the men. Some he recognized others he did not, his muscular tail was moving side to side and he smiled at his smaller human friend. “Merik find you Ruduf, (Pronounces it as Roo Doof.) Merik lose horse again, so Merik go with you.” He gave the man a toothy grin and waited for him to keep going for him to follow.
@Fetzen i hope you dont mind i added your character as a rival but like a friendly rival. Merik sees your character as a older brother almost, some one to try and one up while also learning from them lol.
Merik is very large for a lizard folk standing 8 feet tall, rippled with large muscles and thick scales, his normally forest colored scales marred as black as night. His abnormally large size, powerful frame, and colored scales are all indications of being dragon touched. A rare genetic trait that tends to skip a generation or two, said to be a gift from the great dragon himself. Lizardfolk with this trait tend to be great warriors or chieftains due to their physical prowess. The front of his neck is dark red in color, a fin akin to that of a Mohawk follows the middle of his skull and down his neck. A long muscular tail follows him where ever he goes. His large hands and feet end in webbed toes and sharp claws hinting at their aquatic nature. Gold sharp eyes and the teeth of a predator adorn his face.
Normally Merik will wear stone plate armor, a gift made specifically for him to both help protect him and hide some of his frightening appearance from the humans who would more than likely call him a monster than a friend. The stone, wood, and leather that make up his armor is normally too heavy for most and reserved for dwarves but they made an exception for him. The armor is able to keep his movements quiet and comfortable, none of the metal on metal sounds the others have. Given the Lizardfolk tendency’s to fully submerge himself in water and hide out of sight to ambush others, getting him an armor that wouldn’t rust was important.
Otherwise, when he is alone and not in public he opts for a simple loin cloth or nothing at all.
The Lizardfolk of Dragonmaw are a nomadic people sticking to the swampy coast lines. These strange people keep to themselves only venturing inland to trade with beast men or to answer the call of the great dragon. Entire villages can hide themselves within their natural area’s only being found when they let others find them. They mostly survive on the migratory patterns of their aquatic prey of fish, only planting crops near or around places they know they will return to later in the year.
Bio: Merik’s life has always been difficult. He never grew up with his people, instead he was stolen from his clutch mates when he was but a child. A group of raiding pirates took advantage of a festival his people were doing and raided their village. They took Merik and a few of the other young ones for slaves before they were pushed back by his people. Most of the others died from starvation before they made it across the sea. The young needed food and they only seemed to want to feed the biggest among them.
The Razor Thorn Mountains, his new home. From the start he was chained and mistreated, fed enough to keep him strong and trained in combat. His captors used a language he was not familiar with only ever learning enough to get by. Those who captured him had different but similar forms, it wouldn’t be until later that he would find out that they were humans and a few elves. They were intent on training him to fight and kill whatever they put him against, carving out strange stones from them after he was done. The high wooden walls and armed guards were always their always persistent to keep him locked up so they could make more money off of him. They called it an arena.
He had a friend in the dreary place, there wasn’t much to do but wait in his cage. The human that was locked up with him called himself Arwen. The man would tell him stories of knight’s and war, peace and prosperity. He used terms and taught him words he could not conceptualize but it was a nice break from the constant fighting. The man told him about the empire, his time spent their as a knight, the people and how their everyday life was, and most importantly he taught him about honor and kindness.
It was a stormy day when his life changed again. Arwen always said that his people would come for him, a captured knight of the empire. He said he was worth a lot to some people Merik did not know why. The guards were alerted to something outside, something that made them leave their posts and go outside. He could hear shouting and metal against metal the sounds of a fight. Arwen convinced him to break them out of the cage and once they were outside most of the guards had been killed.
Men wearing shining metal armor with insignia’s he did not recognize pointed swords and spears at him. Merik was ready for a fight but before he could do anything Arwen stopped them. The man approached the others and talked to them using more words he did not know until eventually came to an agreement. Spears and swords where pointed at him still but he was brought before who he could only assume was their leader. Arwen explained what was happening to Merik that these men were from the empire, that they had rescued him and by extension Merik as well.
The Lizardfolk was not entirely sure but Arwen had never lied to him. He knelt slowly to the man, dropping himself to one knee with his head down. He told the man, “Merik life saved, Merik life yours.” Pledging his life debt to the man before him little did he know the man was the prince himself.
Personality quirks: Merik has two sides to him, the curious gentle soul and the battle hardened fighter that will let little get past him. Growing up in a cage the large reptile is still learning a lot about the world around him. His sense of curiosity matched only by his aloof nature while he continually seeks to learn more of the world and the culture of the empire. However, in a fight he is extremely protective of his allies combined with a cantankerous attitude and a near rage to end any fight quickly makes him a dangerous opponent. Also food motivated.
Bonds: The Prince – Owes a life debt and will do whatever he asks. - Human Male. Arwen Lighthammer – Former knight and friend now a fighting instructor – Human Male. Rivals – Manald Halung – friendly rival – Always trying to one up him but also learn from him – Beastman Male. Sturgis Ironbeard – Leader of raiders that enslaved him – ??? Male.
Fighting Style: Merik fights with two styles either his 7’ tall Fullblade or his teeth, claws, and muscular tail.
Equipment: other than his stone armor and his fullblade (also called ogre’s great sword) Merik carries a large back pack with him. Mostly he uses it to store things he finds interesting or food he can eat later.
Skills/Abilities: Forest Stealth – Even with his large size and coloration his species is very good at hiding in natural areas and can walk through the forest without making a sound.
Dragons Breath – A trait from being dragon marked is the ability to breath fire. Nowhere near as powerful as an actual dragons but can be an ace in the hole if used right. Needs to rest for a while before it can be used again.
Intimidating Roar – A Roar he can use to demoralize opponents, in some cases can make them run in fear.
Heightened Senses – His sense of smell, sight, and hearing are strong and keen, and His species can see in the dark in black and white.
Nature Magic Affinity – Is not practiced and can only make some things grow right now, is currently trying to learn how to heal others with it.
Other Information: Merik has trouble with words both speaking and reading, but knows enough to get by. It’s very easy to persuade him with the promise of food, just make sure you have it.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, if you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
The fire fight was going well for what the Unggoy was used to. Having the support of Spartans and Sangheili was a sight to behold but one he would have to dwell on later. A bright color of covenant shielding caught his eye for a moment. A couple humans were using shields normally for Kig-Yar, obviously the brutes had some stashed away and had given them to them. The Oni humans could use those and so could he if he was able to grab a couple. Another plasma grenade toward them knocked out the shields, indicating the user was dead.
Another Spartan called out for ordinance while the enemy heavy weapons team reloaded. The rocket would be a problem for all of them especially the bigger targets like Tasuma. Using the cover of the sand storm Grik rushed to cover facing the advancing opponents. His energy shield flared for a moment with a few plasma bolts hitting him as he moved. Getting to cover the Unggoy hit the wall and immediately pulled the Sentinel power source from his belt. Sticking a plasma grenade to it and throwing it at the cover they were using.
Honestly Grik gar wasn’t sure what would happen, he had only seen it happen once by accident. An explosion set the last one off. A barrel exploded and detonated it at the dismay of the Huragok that had repaired the two power sources. The resulting secondary explosion created a singularity for about 3 seconds that pulled everything toward it then violently expelled what was pulled in. it also seemed to rile up the sentinels that where left in the area as well.
If it didn’t work and all it did was just the plasma grenade Grik was ready to follow it up with the fuel rod gun. “Tasuma.” Grikgar called out over his comm, “major enemy cluster bearing 200 Degrees from insertion point. Enemy has heavy weapons watch yourself.” He was waiting for the explosion to go off before he would proceeded with the assault.
The count found that his seat was set back just a bit farther than the others, clearly Varis didn’t want to include him on this. It was fair, Victor had been trying to play the role of a wild card in these situations. Always trying to be unpredictable to the other nobles was a fun little game he enjoyed playing even if he was the only one playing. From subtle differences in the tone of his voice to giving a false tick to when he was nervous or his emotions where boiling up under his stoic façade by slowly rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers. Everything was a game to them when it came to these parties. Victor was not very well versed in these things of subtle insults and shifts of one’s perception but he knew that Varis was. The others he was not too sure of.
The mages spectacles where interesting to at least pass the time. Lillie’s song was quite fitting for her, he had heard the song before somewhere but didn’t quite care for it. She did certainly look good her muscle tone had definitely improved from when she first started training. The newer girl that replaced Casandra did quite well with her display of fire. Victor could only give out a light sigh thinking about how it would have been if Casandra was the one doing it. If the countess had done that on purpose then it was fitting. Max’s art sculpture was interesting but a bit boring for him. All it did was make him wonder if Eris was going to waste the boy’s talent and make him an artist instead of a combatant.
Once it was finally Salem’s turn to impress the crowd Victor honestly just sort of zoned out thinking about the phone call. It wasn’t until he was done that he realized what the boy had drawn. Eris seemed pleased with the representation of his portrait but the Astorio could only shoot his mage a subtle glare. The last thing he wanted was to engage in any conversation with Eris again. Then lastly the golden boy played his piece. It honestly wasn’t that bad it just made Victor zone out again thinking of the painting behind him and what lord Perion would do to whoever painted it. Painting the lord was one thing but getting it wrong was on a whole nother level.
The mages finished their performances and scurried away to where ever it was they were hiding. Blood from the first mage Lillie was poured and passed out. Smelling it was nice and a little comforting definitely not what Salem’s was going to taste like. Fear and adrenaline, it tastes akin to what one would describe as an energy drink just before a fight would taste like. It’s not that the blood Salem had given was going to taste bad, it’s just that the blood was collected after one of their private sparring matches where the count used several punches that landed near the boy that could have killed him. Victor had to apologize after but wasn’t too sure if his mage had gotten over the ordeal or not. Perhaps it was why he drew the picture of Eris and gave it to Varis. If that was so the boy would pay dearly for this betrayal.
Then came the fighting, a long drawn out fight of words that he did not care for. He opted to stay quiet and observe the others. Crossing his left leg over his right and letting his hands rest in his lap simply holding the glass of blood and occasionally sipping the contents. His index finger tapping slightly on the glass while they spoke. A slight nod at his introduction, another small slight hidden in Varis’s words one that he was not going to correct as he had already introduced himself to the Eve. The topic continued to move onto Lillie and her song choice first then onto something he thought was obvious to the others but by their change of tone and slight facial expressions that it was a surprise. Perhaps the other’s where not as perceptive to the little things as he was.
“A broken bottle already tells you where it will crack and fall apart. Some may want the glass to break a certain way to make a better weapon.” He spoke with his usual deep voice matching his stoic expressions. A prod to see how the actor would react. “I find that I have to agree with Varis and Eris on the topic of style.” A short pause to swirl his glass, “However, audience is everything. If your target audience is us younger vampires who’s sense of style is blending in for the mage and standing out for the vampire. Having an Albino mage would do the opposite of this.” Taking a sip of the blood he continued, “But if your target audience is let’s say, the older vampires? The elders who are older and have just as much power as our current leaders of our respective houses? Well then that would be a different story. As they have been around long enough to see it all, things that are rare and stand out could be much more interesting to them.”
Victor ended his insight on the topic with taking another swig of his glass. Glancing over to the picture of lord Perion again with a smirk and a quiet laugh. Imagining how the Lord would go after Varis for the picture. The image was quiet amusing.
Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.<br><br>Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.</div>
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