"Going back t-to the village would be good." Griz says as he finally managed to calm himself down. Ancestors above, he never wanted to experience that again anytime soon. He'd hoped that he would have never experience that again, but it was too effective a weapon and he was almost sure that the chief would approve of the weapon without a second thought. Griz looked towards the setting sun and estimated how long until the woods would be enshrouded in shadow. "If we move now, we would reach the village just before the stars appear in the sky."
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I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
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Ed smirked a little as he saw the underground movement. Their plan was slowly falling into place, despite the minor setback. Shit was about to hit the fan. Though what wiped the smirk off his rat face was that one of the things tunneling underneath the earth was heading towards him and Mother Rat. Time to make sure that he and Mother Rat weren't caught in the impending shitstorm. He glanced back to the hobgoblin to see that he was more interested in investigating the fence rather than discern his shadowy form in the distance. Quickly climbing down from his position, he gestures to Mother Rat to keep quiet and follow him.
He would keep himself low on the ground while he went to retrieve his great club from the ground. He quickly glanced back to the cage, hoping that his little distraction had managed to give Asteria the opportunity to escape. They could investigate the inside of the camp once the myrminors had softened the defenses. But for now, they had to withdraw or risk fighting the bandits and the bugs.
Giligan may not have seen the stranger's face through the helmet but he was sure that underneath the helm, the lawman was smiling at the barkeep when he described how he dealt with the intruder. The dwarf had a no-nonsense attitude towards outlaws. He respected that. He then goes to take a look at the round thing he slid towards him and the others to see. He recognized it to be a poker chip. Like the ones used in more organized establishments for gambling back West. But other than that fact, he had little else to share. It was around this time that he realized that the strange woman had introduced herself and her companion to him and the scaled woman that was seated in between them. Not wanting to be ruder than he was by not paying her any mind, the stranger uses a gloved hand to slightly raise the brim of his helmet up and down as if he were greeting someone with a wide-brimmed hat. "Howdy, Ms. Lei, Ms. Fera. I'm a lawman from a place West called Arizona. Doubt you've heard of it, though."
Kickass.
Many thanks @AsheTheReborn.
Many thanks @AsheTheReborn.
No problem
HP:160/160 | MP: 168/168 | SP: 176/176
"Better than nothing." Raime says with a shrug as he wipes away the residue of the wild corn dog from his mouth. A handful of white herbs was better than a handful of nothing. He harvests the plants and stuffs them into his pocket before returning to his companions. They soon leave and begin killing whatever kappa they encountered along the riverside. It was a rocky start but once the group had a good flow of what to do, the turtle manlets soon became more of a passing nuisance rather than an actual threat to the group. Whatever damage they sustained was healed by the level ups that soon followed after. Raime passively allocated one point to hs HP, MP, and SP every level he gained, while splitting the remaining points between Agi and Dex. If there were any left, he'd place it to End to buff his defenses and SP regen.
It was not long after they bumped up to lvl 9 that they encountered what seemed to be their first real threat. A behemoth sized frogman that even towered over the massive Klein. There seemed no way of escape and it was a fight or die moment. Raime never realized how scary this creature was up close. Despite his actual life not being in any sort of danger from this creature, he could feel his heart hammering inside his chest, and beads of sweat begin to drip from his brow. The game actually managed to activate his instinctual response to a perceived threat. The fight, flight, or freeze response.
Stupendous. He would give the game a standing ovation if he could.
Never before in his life had he felt this level of intimidation. Not when he faced down his bullies. Not when he nearly crashed when he was learning to drive. Not even when he was face to face with a wild boar when he was out hiking. This was a new level of fear. And he was excited about feeling it. It was then and there Cacophony Concord became his #1 favorite game of all time; surpassing even his childhood favorite, Rayman Legends. He still loved the game without a doubt but it was just that no other game that made him feel this way, other than CaCo that is.
His hands gripped his crossbow so tight that it shook slightly in his grasp. Mags had offered a bow to the creature. Perhaps intending to convey the message of them being not threats, or even perhaps to lull it into a false sense of security. Only the reaction of the colossal frogman would confirm or deny his suspicions. If it were to be friendly, he would relax his grip upon his weapon. But if it were to prove itself to be aggressive, Raime would activate [Zoned In] and lodge three bolts in its chest before it could even try to harm his friends.
Though only time will tell if this would be their first boss or first friend out here in the wild.
The stranger offers the dwarven barkeep a polite bow as he places a single gold piece beside his mug of dwarvish stout beer. He was never one to drink before a job, but he was thankful for the dwarf's generosity. Perhaps after the job is done and over with, the stranger would share a drink with the dwarvish man over the information regarding a certain outlaw. But before that, he only couldn't afford to be sloppy and it was not like he was going to be long in town. "Thank you kindly, Mr. Giligan, but I don't drink before a job. If you got any more information about the gang or whatnot, I'd be mighty grateful." The stranger asked. Going in with the barest information would be tantamount to suicide. He needed to know as much as he could before deciding his next course of action.
It was far worse than Griz could have imagined. He had braced himself for the torrential influx of abject terror and panic, but this was almost too much for the older goblin. Bullets of cold sweat dripped down his body, his heart paced as fast as a jackrabbit, his breaths were shallow and ragged. He did his best to will his composure back long enough for him to successfully identify how far did the spikes go. Lo and behold, focusing on something else entirely helped Griz regain his grip on reality faster.
For once, he was happy to be willingly distracted.
He was about 20 meters away from the explosion. He could see the devastating effects of the weapon by the mere sight of the destruction within a 5-meter radius. If this were ever to be approved by the chief, it would give their tribe a well-earned advantage against hostile tribes. Griz had regained most of his composure when he saw a couple of smoking spikes lodged into the bark of a tree around 5 meters away from him. Ashe would call out and ask Griz for his assessment. "I-I can see a spike lodged in that tree." Griz points to the aforementioned tree from behind his own. "Ha-happened too quick for me to see. One moment its whole, the-the next its gone. Terrifying destructive power." Griz gestures to the destruction within the 5 meters the bomb was tossed. "Is a-anyone injured?"
For once, he was happy to be willingly distracted.
He was about 20 meters away from the explosion. He could see the devastating effects of the weapon by the mere sight of the destruction within a 5-meter radius. If this were ever to be approved by the chief, it would give their tribe a well-earned advantage against hostile tribes. Griz had regained most of his composure when he saw a couple of smoking spikes lodged into the bark of a tree around 5 meters away from him. Ashe would call out and ask Griz for his assessment. "I-I can see a spike lodged in that tree." Griz points to the aforementioned tree from behind his own. "Ha-happened too quick for me to see. One moment its whole, the-the next its gone. Terrifying destructive power." Griz gestures to the destruction within the 5 meters the bomb was tossed. "Is a-anyone injured?"
"I'll be a distance away alright." Griz says as they walk through the woods. The twilight shining the rays of the setting sun just well enough for them to navigate without issue and gave Griz an advantage on keeping an eye out for beasts or monsters that may want a three-course goblin meal for early dinner. Thankful to his lucky stars, there were no incidents that occurred. But now it would be time for Ashe to conduct the weapon test. While Breden was making a flame to ignite the weapon, Griz walked back 20 meters away and hid behind a tree, only letting an eye out of cover. Close enough for him to see the weapon's effects but far enough for him to feel 'safe'. Any closer and he was almost sure that the explosion would have triggered a PTSD episode.
He then saw Breden toss the object. Griz braced himself for the inevitable explosion.
He then saw Breden toss the object. Griz braced himself for the inevitable explosion.
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