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STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 5 yrs ago
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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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6 yrs ago
Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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Bio

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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In Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


After taking a quick trip to the washroom, Rudolph no longer reeked of the Mortella Flower and was dressed in a fresh set of laundered clothes. "Now, for some breakfast." Heading to the kitchen portion of the second floor of the tower, Rudolph hummed himself a tune as he waggled his index fingers in the air while ingredients and cookware levitated from their respective places in preparation for the meal he was about to whip up. An aged tome floated near the half elf's face and opened to a seemingly random page, to which Rudolph closed his eyes and placed his finger on a random part of the page before finally letting himself look at the book. "Hmm...Lucancia Sausages with Raspberry Sauce? Good choice." With a nod, he rolls up the sleeves of his tunic and begins to cook with the assistance of his unseen magical servants. The efficiency of his kitchen would have rivaled the restaurants in the capital. And if he were to have a say on the quality of the dishes he'd made? He wouldn't want to blow his own horn but he could give the restaurants a decent run for their coins. But it was high time he went to perform his other duties.

Most notably tending to his plants in the greenhouse. Lorenstad did not have a doctor to tend to the sick or wounded when the need arose. But calling himself a doctor would be a slap across the faces of those who dedicated their lives in the medicinal arts, but his knowledge of various medicines and diseases from all across the world made him the best available alternative. Not that he disliked the idea though. It would be another proverbial feather in his cap to be considered a healer and he'd be helping people to top it all off.

The greenhouse was a little building off to the side of his tower. And much like his tower, the plain and mundane appearance of the structure did no justice to the interior. Magic can truly do wonders with the proper application, use, or even modification. The greenhouse was a good example of that. A modified spell utilized in Bags Of Holding greatly expanded the interior of the building despite its outside appearance. He provided the magical energy and modifications to the spell while he hired the town's local runesmiths to etch and contain the magic into the building. Which reminded him, he should probably pay them a visit and deliver them some potions they asked him to make. Mostly mana potions but there is a potion or two he added in each delivery to help them in their jobs. But first, he needed to harvest alchemical materials and tend to his plants that need tending.
In Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In a plain and rather boring looking guard tower, the sounds of clinking glassware and quill against paper echoed from one of the upper floor's windows. Cutting through the morning air's tune of chirping birds and the gentle rustling of leaves. There, a monocle wearing half-elf was in the midst of performing an experiment based upon a set of instructions he had recently deciphered from an ancient and easily forgotten alchemist of old. A number of flasks, test tubes, and pipettes containing various substances floated around a frothing cauldron of bubbling blue liquid. "Begin recording. Experiment No. S-132-19-B. Summa 15, Morning. Based upon the recipe in the scroll I collected in the Tulbuk Castle Ruins, the concoction was expected to produce an aroma akin to Mortella Flower. This will be an exciting discovery as the Mortella has been long extinct for nearly 650 years." Rudolph says as a quill automatically records his words on the pages of a book positioned behind him. With a simple flick of his wrist the floating lab equipment approach the cauldron and pour its contents into the bubbling blue liquid.

The reaction was almost instantaneous. The liquid bubbled more violently and, even before the half-elf wizard could do anything, turn into a grey smoke that smelled nothing like a flower's aroma but more of a malodorous smell of sulfur and cow dung. Coughing and gagging for a good whole minute while fumbling around in the grey gas that effectively limited his vision to half a meter in front of his face, Rudolph finally felt the familiar feel of glass and wood. Desperately he opens the window to the room he quickly raises a hand and points two fingers outward. "Aero." Suddenly a gust of wind collected the oppressive grey smoke out and away from his person. "Addendum to Experiment No. S-132-19-B, Mortella Flowers smell of sulfur and manure. Recipe was likely made as a prank for neophyte alchemists. End recording." The wizard says in between coughs. The quill dutifully writes it down word per word before going still and laying itself down as Rudolph finishes saying 'End recording'.

"Makers above, that was foul. Well played ancients. Well played." He says while fanning the air in front of his face with one hand and snapping with another. The fanning did little to alleviate the invasive odor, but the snapping of his fingers brought life to the inanimate objects; that promptly began to clean and re-organize themselves. With the experiment room being fixed and cleaned up, he goes down his tower to make some breakfast...and maybe take a shower and a change of clothes.
In Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Cacophony Concord → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 630/630



Raime could feel his virtual heart pumping as his blood pressure rose significantly to let a vein bulge on his forehead. All the shit they went through just to find out he wasn't even in any real danger. It was safe to say the one armed scout was a little livid. " 'Oh hey?' 'OH HEY?!' We go through hell and back after you ditched us. Caught wind that you just went in solo in this fetid hellhole of an area and all you have to say to us is that?!" Raime says in a barely controlled and harsh whisper. As much as he wanted to yell at the deluded man, yelling would just make matters worse if they attracted the wrong kind of attention just because Raime wanted to let his frustrations show. "The System thought it was urgent enough to send some poor concerned NPC to us for aid and we just find you just chilling here without a care in the world? Fuck, we could have been finishing quests and prepping for the event!" Raime throws his one arm upward before pinching the bridge of his nose and finally calming down. "Ok look. Some priestess lady from your temple is concerned about you and wanted us to bring you back. So can you just come with us and head back to town, please? That priestess lady is worried sick about you."







In Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
In Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Looks interesting.
I'll keep an eye on this if folks don't mind me doing so.
In Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It was fun while it lasted but good to hear things are looking up for you irl.
My best wishes to you, Ice.
Hopefully one day we'll meet again.

Searat, signing off.
In Cacophony Concord → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 630/630



"Metal." Raime muttered to himself in a mix of awe, horror, and disgust as he observed a goat man beat another goat man to death with his own severed arm until its opponent was nothing more than a twitching mound of blood, fur, and gore...that was promptly eaten by the victor. It was a scene worthy of being album cover art of any death metal band. Though, seeing those creatures fight among themselves reaffirmed the scout's pre-existing idea of these humanoid monsters. They were going to be trouble to deal with, especially if the goat men had the advantage of numbers. Which they likely already have among other advantages against the group. They would really need to find and save Lugh's ass before that unfortunate event happens.

Turning his attention back to the group, Raime reports his findings regarding the goat man infestation in the entirety of the northern area of the ruins. But just as he spoke of looking for their missing front liner as soon as possible, he glanced to where Klein and Mags were staring at to see the hooded figure sitting atop a withered tree that sprouted out of a dilapidated building. Well...speak of the devil. "I suppose that's our guy. I'll go scout ahead and maybe talk to him into leaving this place. Anyone want to tag along?" The one armed scout says as he begins scanning the dilapidated building for openings and potential hazards and obstacles on the way there.







In Cacophony Concord → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 630/630



"Not in this world...or place for that matter." Raime says with a shrug. Wakeford being a resort/spa town, made Raymond pretty familiar to the services the sleepy but cozy town could offer to tourists and the locals alike. It also helped that Charlotte sometimes dragged him along for her infamous spa dates. But he'd never really considered taking a dip in bottomless unholy tar pits in near pitch darkness underneath the malformed roots of a tree that contained a malevolent eldritch entity be a relaxing experience. But returning back to virtual-reality, the pale patchwork of a man briefly reveled in his victory before giving the party a metaphorical bone for their compliance.

"Ah, that description fits the bill well enough. I suppose we'll be dealing with goat people and skeletons next then. Heh...quite an adventure this rescue mission this became, huh?" He mused to himself before letting an awkward silence to pass. "We're grateful for the information you've given to us...but would you kindly let go of the caster so we can go our merry way and you can go back to doing what you were doing prior to this fiasco?" He says while scratching the back of his head in a slightly embarrassed manner.







In Cacophony Concord → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 473/630



With so many friendly targets in the way, Raime was forced to deactivate his nuclei and revert it back to its inactive state as armor. Much to his surprise, the mud covered immortal didn't even bother to react much to the group's individual attacks and opted to just keep talking to them as if nothing notable were happening to him. This guy was bad news, but he was also willing to let things slide as he knew this situation was all a big goddamn mess of a misunderstanding. Like a certain Shonen character of yore, talk-no-jutsu had to be implemented before things escalate any further. Dying now would only prevent them from making ample preparations for the event and God as his witness, he wanted a replacement arm. Preferably a kickass mechanical steampunk one from the Ryoku-Jo he can tinker with.

And dying here would only prevent him from getting that arm sooner.

In an instant, Raime's killing intent dissipated and all his active skills deactivated. "Let me begin by saying that my name is Raime Braun and I wholeheartedly apologize for my friends trying to kill you...but admittedly they aren't 100% to blame in this situation. You looked like some sort of badass area boss or mini-boss that rose out of those bottomless tar pits when we first saw you. Didn't help in the slightest that you had an imposing and menacing aura. But regardless of my personal feelings, I apologize once again on behalf of my group and hope that we can settle this amicably." Raime punctuates with a polite and respectful bow of the head.







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