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The (not so) Mighty.

STATUS: i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg 2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
Current 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
7 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.

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In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Tough Tavern -> Damien Estate
Time: Night


In Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?! → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Agar


// Racing the setting sun >> A new day //


Sleeping wasn’t that bad, he slept worse in the military but this body was soft. At the very least he did level up last night and learned about someone else helping out the huntress. A new hunting partner perhaps? He would have to figure that out after morning training. One that he knew he had to hurry to if he didn’t want to get punished for it. Then he would have to figure out his food situation and finding a better spot to sleep sometime tonight.

Remembering his options from the system he pondered what he could do while he did some simple morning stretches. Agar mulled over the options he was given, he only had one skill slot open and wanted to pick from the Harpy skills, dusk vison sounded important. It didn’t sound like dark vision but maybe I was the start of it? It would be nice but wouldn’t help him right away. He didn’t really know what MP was but he might need that too if he wants to be a well-rounded fighter. It wasn’t an option for no reason.

Ultimately, he decided on Increasing his MP with his level up and filling the empty skill slot with Slash I. He felt that an offensive attack was something he would need and maybe this was the red attack he saw the harpy make the other day. He also improved his muffle skill further informing himself that skills did level up with use and practice. After he made his decisions he scurried off with his things towards the training area.

Oh boy did he get flashbacks, this training was a less organized but somehow more brutal form of boot camp then what he went through. The yelling, hitting, strenuous exercises sure did bring him back to those old memories from another life. Even with his stamina boost he was definitely feeling the exhaustion at the end of the encounter. He was sure glad he picked that boost, still this was an opportunity to show just how out of shape he was in this new body.

When the time came for wrestling he didn’t want to show off, he knew the moves but his body didn’t. even with him purposefully losing twice in a row he wasn’t too sure that he was losing on purpose. He still came back and won out the match though. This ended up giving him a break to drink some water and take some time to breath.

The next step had them picking out mock weapons and facing off against different opponents. He took the time to watch a few other fights and found himself laughing along with some of the others when a good hit or quick defeat was struck. Somehow, he found it funny making him think of another fantasy orc race that found death hilarious but he couldn’t remember where he heard that.

Then it was his turn to face off with his opponent. One that chose two swords. Agar had chosen a small round shield and an axe. These weapons were crude and although they probably could kill after a few solid hits they were not sharp. His opponent opted to poke fun at him and charge after embarrassing himself. Agar decided to do the loudest thing he has done so far and scream at the runt in whatever measure he could at an attempt of a war cry. Then he charged too his shield held in front of him with the axe coming in to a low swing at the runts side and used his new skill Slash I.


@Zeroth

In Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?! → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
working on my reply, apologies for the wait just a busy last few weeks. probably done in the next day or two
In Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?! → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Zeroth
quick question, would choosing dusk vision take up the empty skill slot Agar chose for his last level or will that still be open for one of the harpy skills?
In Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?! → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Agar


//heading home >> Racing the setting sun //


The run in with the wolf made him think a bit more of the similarities between this world and his past one. All the while traversing through the forest and into another clearing, he didn’t like being exposed like this, but he did have a clear view of things around him. He was sure he could find his way back from this view, but the worrying part was how close the sun was coming to setting.

Agar took a moment to go over what he had seen and done so far, from dispatching those creatures to his last run in. This world so far has several similarities to his old one. Being different or special wasn’t something he wanted to reveal until he knew he could protect himself. Being different here and back home meant being treated differently or outright attacked. Survival of the fittest.

Still, maybe he wasn’t alone with just that other runt he ran off with earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure where that one was but maybe there were more like them here, more reincarnated. Agar only let the thoughts linger for a few more moments before really taking in what was immediately around him and found several mushrooms and some bones that looked like they belonged to the harpy.

Knowing there wasn’t much time left Agar quickly moved to pluck the mushrooms then over to the skeleton, he was looking for any talons or intact bones he might be able to use later. Unfortunately, it looked like either way he would be cutting it close to getting back to camp before dark. He might not make it at all if he used muffle I the entire way but just like home the most dangerous predators came alive during the night.

Agar made his decision, quickly applying another coating of mud. He would have to continue to use muffle till he was out of the thick forest, carefully make his way at a better pace from there back to camp, drop off the turtle shell mushrooms, then find a spot by a fire somewhere and eat the rest of the harpy meat before sleeping under the stars by the fire. It wasn’t much but at least it was a plan, he thought to himself as he began his trek back to camp.


@Zeroth

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: before noon
Location: the Morning Blossom Cafe
Interactions: Olivia @Potter
Mentions in order: Dr. John @Conscripts
outfit: white long sleeve shirt with dark green vest, silver pocket watch, brown comfortable pants, leather boots. right arm in a white sling, dark brown leather duster and wide brim black hat for wet weather.



The night before,

Erik and the Ravenwood entourage, with the assistance of Dr.’s John and Fredrick, were successful in getting roman and the rest of the party members heading back to the city safely. Through their care the Dr.’s was able to determine the extent of Romans injuries which included a dislocated right shoulder, several bruised or cracked ribs, and several bruises covering his body. Roman slept through all of it.

The next day,

Morning came early and with significantly more pain than he was used to for the Ravenwood lord. He tried to adjust, tried to move but only found pain and resistance, soon coming to the realization that he had several bandages that wrapped his right shoulder. Roman rested back down on the bed trying to remember the night before, a splitting headache was all he got in return.

“So, your awake.” A gruff voice spoke near the bed in the native language of the northern people. Erik was diligently working on several correspondences by the light coming through a high window. He took his time to complete the document he was working on setting the pin down and walking over to his friend. “I did tell you that rushing that ceremony was a bad idea. We could have been more prepared for it.” Erik took a deep breath and leaned up against a near by wooden beam, “do you remember what happened?”

The last thing Roman wanted was to be scolded but if Erik was doing it then it was for a good reason. “The last thing I remember is setting the circle with Astri. Everything else is strange.” He replied in kind in their native tongue. The look Erik gave him told him to elaborate, with a casual roll of his eyes Roman continued, “I remember the battlefield, the villagers... him… and my grandfather. Who basically said that I need to stop acting like a child and take things seriously.”

Roman started to sit up with the help of his friend slowly and steadily, “I agree with him you haven’t been taking this seriously, playing too much into this big oaf role. You do have to find a wife at some point here at the very least to keep up appearances.” Erik walked away for a moment and came back with some light pain killers and a glass of water, handing it off to the bear. “Back to the event, you still should have been careful. We all knew this place was unstable and out of everyone you are the most susceptible to possession. Which you were.” Gesturing to the bandages. “Just be glad he didn’t take over and it was just some pissed off spirits.”

A pang of guilt sat in his stomach for a moment, the thought that he might have hurt someone or worse lost control to him only made his anxiety worse. Losing control of that demon was something that held a near inescapable fear. He would not let that thing take control again. Even now he could feel it smiling at him. “Was that all?” It was all he could ask of events he could scarcely remember himself. Even now the very act of trying to remember the ritual only brought pain. He downed the glass of water and the pills then looked for the time.

“You still have plenty of time to get dressed for your next event. Come on ill help you.” The man offered his hand to help the lord up and began helping him get dressed around his bandaging. “Im sure by the end of the day these bandages will bother you more than the injuries themselves, try to keep them on for at least a couple days.”

“Worried about me already?” roman asked with a slight laugh that immediately made him wince from the pain in his ribs.

“We don’t need you to draw more attention to yourself. You’ve made enough enemies here as it is, expect to be watched.”

Roman simply replied with a nod of agreement, “it was bound to happen who did I piss off this time?” At least this way he could still feign the injuries and look weaker than he really is.

“probly whichever dobber sent the interruption..." Erik grumbled. "Remember, Any fool can judge strength just by looking at someone, we need them to keep seeing you as just another man and you can not underestimate them either.” Erik continued to assist Roman with his undershirt and pants opting for a neutral color pallet with lighter brown colored pants a white shirt with long sleeves and a dark green vest with a silver pocket watch covered with a long dark brown leather duster. His wallet placed carefully in an inside pocket of the green jacket.

Erik snapped his fingers at a couple of their men who were sorting through and organizing gear at the other end of the building. Both men turned to look, without seeing if they are paying attention Erik made a fist. In short notice the two began shouting and arguing with each other about a girl the other stole from them the night before. Roman looked at his friend for a moment, "This bloody place has ears everywhere." the older man replied.

“What is our mission?” Erik asked as he fashioned the hidden reinforced bracers under romans sleeves.

“To protect the Varian nobility and citizens in Sorian.” Roman recited this as if he had said it a hundred times.

“What is our primary objective?” Erik again asked while placing the hidden blade inside Roman’s boot.

“To maintain our intelligence network and not to reveal our true identities unless the safety of our people has been compromised and immediate evacuation is absolutely necessary.”

“What is your goal?” Erik arranged Romans rings on his right hand with his signet ring and a few of his favorites. They were not flashy in any sense other than the signet ring they didn’t look particularly interesting other than their odd shape. A shape that made it when rotated just right connects together to make a form of brass knuckles.

“To make allies and find a wife… someone I can trust. Someone we can trust.”

“Good, try not to be so much of an oaf. It might make you look cute but not strong, show them how strong you are, not just in presence but wit and resources.” Erik sinched a leather belt around romans waist with a small dagger attached to his hip.

Roman looked like he belonged on the western frontier but still nice enough to fit in to most but the classiest of events. The long duster was just to help with the rain after all. The last thing he wore to really tie in the look was a wide brimmed black hat. The right sleeve of the duster lay limp at his side with his right arm held in a sling.

Erik placed his arms on Romans’ shoulders and gripped hard for just a moment, enough to get the lord to flinch in his grasp. “You’re going to be fine lad, now get going your going to be late since you’re walking.”

“Im guessing its some sort of punishment?” roman asked Erik just nodded, “a couple of the boys will walk with you on their way to run an errand. Most of the others, including Astri are out in the forest cleaning up today. I could throw you out there to help but something tells me you would enjoy that more.” The two shared a quiet laugh and a hug, roman tipped his hat to his friend and headed out Erik just shook his head and sat back down at his desk signaling for the others to stop fighting, "would you wankers stop yer squabbling before I put you back on ship duty."

The café,

The walk was wet but uneventful, most people preferred the carriages over a little rain if they could afford it. Still even though he had a bit of a limp with the pain in his right leg where he likely received some kind of blow the night before, he enjoyed the walk. The sound of rain on the cobblestone was soothing to his aching head. Before he knew it, they had arrived at the café a little later than he hoped but not by much.

He was greeted by a lovely hostess introducing herself as Mingyu that explained the event to him and even helped him take off his coat and hat, a small act that he thanked her for. His arm resting in its sling was clear to see. He reached into the basket and retrieved his number. With a smile he headed in the direction of the table that was numbered.

The lovely face he found when he came upon his table was one he recognized, one that brought a genuine smile to his face as he formally greeted Charlotte’s friend that he met at the beach. “Hello again Olivia im glad to see you’re doing well. I must say you are looking absolutely stunning this morning.” His words were sincere, from her clothes to her copper red hair. He always liked that hair color. With only the slightest amount of pain he sat across from her, his smile never faltering. “am I safe to assume that you and Charlotte had a wonderful evening last night. I haven’t heard much from the masquerade.”

((italicized words are spoken in a their language.))
In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?! → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Agar


// time to fuck around and find out >> heading home //


Agar watched the beast closely, with a steady breath and firm grip on his spear. The silence of the forest around them was deafening, the only sounds being his racing heartbeat and the low grumble from the wolf. His instincts were screaming at him to run yet he held his ground against his bestial instincts. This was an opportunity not only to feel alive but a chance to continue to forge his own path in this world.

He watched the beast closely and carefully as it approached his offering, it was being just as cautious as he was. In an instant it devoured the harpy meat then back off back into the brush. It was then that Agar realized what was happening to the creature. Why it was having such a hard time in its environment, “you’re an ambush predator, you’re not eating because your birth mark gives you away.” He spoke softly out loud to himself.

He pondered for a moment the issues that would bring the beast and came to the conclusion he had just made, an outcast similar to what he was in this orc tribe. This was a creature he wished to befriend even if it would take him a while to do so. “One day we will be friends, I am Agar, and I will call you…” hmm right it needed a name, but which one? His wife was always better at naming things than him. “You will share the name with my first dog, a mastiff about the same size as you… Exodus.” He didn’t know why he was speaking out loud, but it felt right.

“I will find you again.” was the last thing he spoke as he whistled again a quick high-pitched note to a low one. Then slowly without turning his back to the beast, walked back into the forest. It was getting dark, and he still had mushrooms to find and get back to camp. It was going to be a cold night with nowhere to sleep. Maybe he could sleep next to one of the fires or something. He looked back towards the clearing once more then proceeded back into the forest.


@Zeroth

In Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?! → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ill get Agar heading back soon too for story progression then probably start working with others
In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: clash of the titans
Location: the edge of lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina/Torvi, @Lava Alckon Farim
Mentions in order:
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.



The beast of a man held his arms out wide and took his fighting stance. The red ruby's in the bear skull were locked onto the women in front of him. With every breath steam billowed from under the mask into the cool night air. Another who deemed it necessary to interrupt spoke up.

He did not understand or hear the man’s words through the orchestra of emotions and voices that filled his mind, Roman could barely remember his face. He shifted his stance slightly to look at the interloper. This was not his target, and he did not feel threatened by the man and his string. The look and feeling Farim might feel as the skull looked at him, regarding his presence as no more than a mosquito, the feeling he got would be like that of someone gazing up at their imminent doom. A silent warning, the only one he would receive.

The momentary break in contact between the bear and Torvi was enough to catch him off guard even for a moment. Her speed and agility were not something he entirely expected, his surprise did not show outwardly, his body attempting to twist and match her, but she still found purchase on his back. Her grip would not last but a moment. The beast crouched and twisted then lunged back with powerful legs intent on hammering the girl between himself and the nearest tree.
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