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5 yrs ago
Current Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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6 yrs ago
Pizza is a main course, but is also a pie. Therefore, I can eat pizza as my meal and have another pizza as my dessert.
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6 yrs ago
When I need a left sock, there is none. When I don't need one, there is a surplus. I think the world is toying with me.
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6 yrs ago
Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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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.

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Sorry.
Got my hands full with preparation for the new year.
I'll be posting soon.

Also happy new year.
Hoping that it'll be better than 2020.
Happy Holidays
I'll wait for Breden or Vox to add to the conversation before I post again.
Griz thought back to a number of months ago. "Rather embarrassing to admit, but farthest I've gone was by accident. Beyond the borders of our tribe and others and deep into Orcish territory." His throat still gets sore whenever he remembers that incident. The unnaturally strong orc. The dragon pendant the orc had. The utter desperation to survive. He remembered all of that. "Nearly died because of that too."
"I thank you for the welcome but, as I said, I won't be here for long." Griz says with a polite nod of his head. The druid then asked if Griz had 'interesting' hunts over the course of his life. This caused Griz to be at a loss for words for a moment. Twig had only given him a quick once-over and he could already derive that Griz had experienced with the lessons of nature. He was not like other goblins; who only saw scars as proof of bravery or, in more cases than goblins like to admit, idiocy. "Yes...yes, I have." Griz said while unconsciously moving a hand over the freshly healed cut.

The woodland held many manners of beasts and monsters. Any seasoned hunter worth his weight in salt knew that failures and blunders are inevitable. Nature is a cruel but fair teacher; giving an equal opportunity for any creature, a chance to learn its lesson. But it was only those that learned and adapted from those mistakes, were allowed to live.

Griz was no exception.

The druid then asked him how familiar he was with the woods. Vox had answered the question for him. "True. Vox and I are one of the few hunters in the tribe that can navigate through the woods, night or day, like it were the back of our hands." Though he hated navigating at night. It raised too many dangers that he would have liked and was usually not worth leaving the safety of the village.
Griz was about to thank Vox for the offer but was interrupted by the narrowing of the predator's eyes. A mere look caused him to flinch and take a couple of steps back. The green-eyed goblin then talked to the wolf as if he could understand the beast, which the goblin druid likely could, before asking Griz a question. "...My name is Griz. An experienced hunter of this tribe. If my presence is disconcerting, let it be known that I won't be here for long." Griz then takes a little more relaxed stance, letting the people present know that he wasn't here for trouble. Simply for answers.
Despite their departure from the forge, Griz kept following the trio through the village and to the wall.

His curiosity, more than anything, driving him to figure out how such a goblin can tame a wild beast like a wolf. Perhaps by observing Twig teaching...whatever druids teach their apprentices...to Vox, he could comprehend how the green-eyed one does it? Maybe he can even determine if Twig's supposed ability over the power of nature be a useful tool or a danger to the village? He hoped that it would be a useful tool. He could already imagine the advantage of having a small army of wild beasts at their beck and call when their foes arrive.

The thought made the goblin hunter smile.
They could even wipe out enemy villages if they so wished.

Though the smile was wiped from his face when Breden made the observation that despite wild beasts being a great asset, the cost of maintaining them would be a hefty one. Especially the large carnivorous ones.
Gurs was yet again humbled by the old smith. Almost being unable to look at the older goblin, he respectfully declines the offer. Gurs then mutters something about being fine with his spear and that he still had his set of treebark armor in his hut so there wasn't any real need for selection.

Though he wouldn't let any goblin present know, but he did not feel like he deserved a new iron weapon or armor; even less one of both.

The other goblins simply left after giving thanks to the smith, not wanting to be close to the wolf any longer than needed. Griz, however, chose to stay behind and learn more of the strange green-eyed goblin by the name of Twig. Despite Vox explaining that they'd been welcomed to the tribe by the chief and the shaman herself, Griz was slightly wary of the druid himself. He thinks it to be justified as, to the inevitable conflict they will have with the only recently hostile Blue Feet Tribe, trust was difficult to give out to outsiders. Or in Twig's case, new villagers.

But for now, he would trust Breden, the chief, and the shaman's individual judgment of the druid goblin.

"I agree with Breden. It looks too clean to be of goblin make...no offense, Koglan."
Just waiting for Koglan to post before I post again.

HP: 320/320 | MP: 336/336 | SP: 352/352



Raymond managed to arrive at the train station in just under ten minutes, a new personal record if he bothered to record it, but irrelevant to the task at hand. Though, he was quite glad that it was off-season and the station hadn't as many tourists or visitors arriving or leaving the town. Made maneuvering through the alleys and sidestreets far easier and there were fewer people that would have known his screw-up. It didn't take an expert psychologist to know that Raymond was nervous about seeing his significant other that he accidentally wronged, but he was determined to make things right...or at least as of right as an apology, flowers, and sweets could. Hopefully, that would be enough.

He really didn't want to do the puppy eyes in public.

But, if worse comes to worst, he wouldn't hold back. He knew that Charlie couldn't stay mad at him while making a fool of himself. It was a tried and tested maneuver whenever she was sad or upset...but what if doesn't work this time around? A dozen 'what if' questions popped up inside his head. He began thinking about it in a similar manner to a logistical problem in the kitchen. Attempting to find efficient workarounds and making the best of a situation.

In the process, he hadn't realized that he had stopped in his tracks while making his way through the station to the waiting area. His mind working hard in its attempts to produce a proper course of action if the whole 'act like a dumbass' didn't do the job well enough. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the passerbys, giving the man looks. Varying from looks of open confusion to slightly amused ones.

That is until a flick to the forehead brought Raymond back to reality.

There stood before him was none other than Charlotte with a bemused smirk on her face.

His mind went blank as he didn't account for her interacting with him first. "Uhh...I-I got you some stuff." He says as he holds up the peace offerings.









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