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Current Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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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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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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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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The half-elf wizard would have fainted a second time once he saw the draconic face of Taraah, but his full attention was more focused on more pressing matters. His eyes widened to the size of saucers and his mouth inadvertently pursed inward tighter than a Veracuvian Merchant's purse strings during the day of tax collection. His eyes were locked on none other than the red-haired traveler but, more specifically, at the maid uniform she wore. It had been the same one from the lemon incident a while back. Minnow had promised that she had disposed of the outfit...not well enough it would seem. But he was thankful that she played dumb convincingly. Even he would have been fooled if he didn't know any better. Regardless, he'd have to have a conversation with the night elf innkeeper regarding why the outfit was hidden instead of being turned to ash and scattered to the four winds. But that was a story for another time.

Rudolph blinked erratically as his consciousness deemed it was time to return his attention back to the rest of the world. There was something about a rescue, a princess, a friend, and a dragon. Letting out a steady breath, he pretended to had been in contemplative thought regarding the task at hand rather than in a stupefied state from seeing the maid outfit once again. "Ah yes...I suppose I'll partake in it. I only planned to deliver potions to our local enchanter today and return to my home but this is a more pressing matter."

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The half-elf wizard only offered an apologetic smile back at the frowning innkeeper. During rare disagreements between the two, Rudolph learned that Minnow sometimes just opted to frown deeply when she knew that the wizard had a point. The traveler then mentioned something rather peculiar about the dragon. She claimed that she had spoken to the winged beast and, even stranger, stated that the dragon they saw had no ill-will to the town and its townsfolk.

Unless provoked that is.
The kind of provocation Minnow was trying to bring Rudolph into.

"You heard that, Minnow? The dragon doesn't want to burn the village down and eat any of the townsfolk. How about we keep it that way by not antagonizing it?" But it seemed that the flames of determination had been re-ignited by the simple mention of the word 'dragon'. Maybe he can dissuade her again? "Minnow, bear with me alright? Dragons are naturally massive sources of magical energy. That given, they can simply choose not to be affected by things by letting their innate magic reserves negate the effects. By the mercy of the Makers, they can only do so a handful of times in a day...but I can only cast that level of transmutation magic twice a day. With an 8 hour interval of rest in between castings. What do you suppose an angry dragon could do with that time after realizing that we're hostile?" Beads of sweat appear at his brow and his hands shake slightly as he is reminded of the encounter of a white dragon while he was exploring in the frozen Northern regions. Despite white dragons being the weakest of the dragons, Rudolph can still vividly remember the deadly encounter. His scars made sure he'd never forget it. "So please. Don't do this. If not for yourself, for the innocent folk that'll be caught in the trouble." Rudolph racks his mind for an extra incentive for stopping. "I'll even throw in all the gold I have on me right now if you stop with this suicide mission. Nights in Lorenstad will get quite boring if you go." He finishes with a nervous and almost desperate laugh. He'd already lost a lot of friends to the sands of time and his field research. He wasn't willing to lose any more.

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Despite the respite the unconsciousness gave the half-elf wizard from the waking world, like many things good or bad in the world, it didn't last. Rudolph winced as he felt a boot nudge his cheek. "Murgh..." Was the only sound the wizard made in reaction to the intrusive prod. Standing himself up from the floor, he held the side of his head with one hand while the other used a table as a support. After blinking away the confusion and dizziness he felt, he finally notices TOM's owner wielding a broom handle akin to a soldier would a spear and a fire of determination in her eyes. "My dear Minnow. I appreciate the moxie but we need to redirect that energy to evacuating the town as soon as possible." Rudolph said calmly as he used the tip of his index finger to lower the elf's impromptu spear. "We're talking about a genuine fire-breathing dragon here. A living calamity if you feel poetic. Ain't no broom handle wielding elf going to stop that." The wizard then claps his hands together. "It's a bloody miracle that the town hasn't been razed to the ground. So let's not look at the proverbial gift horse in the mouth and save as many citizens as we can before the calamity gets into a burning mood."

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As the Night Elf thanked him for paying off his tab, Rudolph replied with a quick but polite nod. An unseen servant would be quite a good addition to TOM. Despite the rather simplistic nature, they make for decent staff. Almost as good as living breathing servants, but with a fraction of the cost. The only downside they have is the magical aptitude required to for them to manifest and bond with the caster. It's a good thing Minnow was a full blooded night elf. Magic came to them as naturally as green is to grass. If you didn't have enough mana, you'll just wind up with a spent spell scroll, no magical servant, and a lot of disappointment. "Glad to hear it. Now for the source of the magical anomaly..." Glancing out, he got an eyeful of Taraah's draconic transformation. "Ah. A dragon in town. That explains the anomaly." The wizard smiled at the realization before promptly fainting and falling onto the wooden floor with a dull thud from the sheer emotional shock of realizing that a dragon had suddenly appeared in Lorenstad.

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The wizard winced at the poke. His body was still quite sore from the crash. "I get it. I get it. Please stop poking me, the bruises are still forming." He said while taking a step back and grabbing his satchel and placing it on a vacant table in search for his coin pouch. He heard their resident blacksmith greet him. "Morning to you as well, Shina." He said with a polite smile and wave of his own before placing both his arms up to their elbows into the satchel. Despite the convenience of the bag of holding, it was rather a pain in one's ass to retrieve something specific once you put one too many items in them. Realizing that groping around the bag wasn't getting him anywhere, Rudolph takes a deep breath and dives into the satchel. Leaving the lower half of his body out in the world while his upper half was looking for coin or something of equal value.

Not long after, the half elf separates himself from the bag with two items in each hand. One hand holding 10 glittering gold pieces and the other a scroll. "Here's 10 gold and a scroll for an unseen servant. This ought to cover my tab...but I really do think that a lemon smelling thing is better than any old musty smelling door." I mean who wouldn't like the smell of exotic fruit? The ancients liked it and it was also a bug repellant. Then again, Rudolph did the whole thing while under the influence of one too many bottles of mead.

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




Raime quickly glanced at the edgy swordsman and to the black kimono wearing humanoid snake person. He'd known Lewis since he and Francis became friends in middle school. And he knew, for a fact, shit was up. Lew never talked like this. But he didn't want to give away that he had his suspicions regarding the free will of their resident sword wielding friend. He'd have to play along while they formulated a plan of action and determine weather or not these snake-people were the ones who abducted the children. "Oh, that's a rather interesting proposition, miss." Raime said with practiced politeness. Discreetly, he opened the chat box to the party and used the quick-chat option to let his mind type in a quick message to the rest of his party-mates. Lugh hadn't been re-added to the party since he ditched them, so it was a good way of communicating away from prying eyes.
[Raime]: Lugh's probably brainwashed. They might try with us too. Keep guard.

"But I would like to know more details before I can give a proper answer." Raime said while giving the area one more quick scan for any signs of the abducted children and just hoping to high heaven that the contents of the pot was not kiddie stew.










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Just as the half-elf was just starting to enjoy the cool breeze and the sight of woodland creatures he felt a great disturbance in the Weave. Something with massive magical energy just suddenly appeared out of the blue and just as quickly disappeared. Rudolph let out a breath he didn't even realize he was keeping. "Ezaloth's warty ass, what in the world was that?" The wizard said, bewildered out of his mind. It was akin to a massive boulder crashing into a placid lake but only producing a ripple of a pebble before completely disappearing. It made no sense.

He was still quite a distance away from the village. But something that powerful was somewhere in the village and, Makers damn his soul to the Void, if he didn't do something about it. Lorenstad and all its inhabitants may be in grave danger for all he knew about that unknown phenomenon. The wizard shut his eyes and focused solely on the magical energies of the world around him and, despite the unknown phenomenon's relatively quick appearance, the mark it left on the weave was slower to return to normal. Re-opening his eyes he locked his eyes upon the last known location of the anomaly. "The Other Mine? Why there?" Regardless of his confusion, it needed to be investigated. He wished that he brought his wand along the trip as he could have more effectively and efficiently channeled his magic. But an emergency like this needed immediate action. A determined look was plastered on the half-elf's face as he cast a spell to give his steps the extra boost they needed if he were to arrive in such short notice. Viasýni. As the words left his mouth, the underside of his boots gained a bright teal glow. Taking a runner's stance on the cobbled road, Rudolph bolted off with the speed that could put a racing horse to shame.

The planned 15 minute stroll turned into a half minute's sprint.

It was very effective. Maybe a little too much so as he actually failed to estimate the stop time he needed to prevent crashing into the establishment itself. In a split second decision between a conveniently open window and a very sturdy looking wall, Rudolph barreled through the window and straight into an open broom closet. A plume of dust burst out of the room as the, now dusty, wizard stumbled out with wooden bucket covering his head. Hardly the entrance fitting for him, but better than splattered on a wall. " *cough cough* Sorry, Minnow. *cough cough* Put it on my tab...I'll pay for the broken brooms *cough cough* I swear." Rudolph says as he pulls the bucket off his head, dusting himself off as best he can, and regaining most of his composure. He took a quick look around the common room, he noted that there were new faces in Lorenstad. "Apologies for the intrusion. I was just investigating a strange magical phenomenon that originated here. I hope I didn't spoil your visit to TOM and Lorenstad."



"Oh my...how scandalous." The red haired wizard said to himself as he re-read the translated transcription he made of the last of the two scrolls. While the first scroll was a rather mundane letter of complaint regarding a jar of preserved fish missing one fish from the rest and the author going on about being compensated one missing fish. This scroll was a confession of the chamberlain of the ancient noble house of Baintol. Particularly the exile of a number of servants after bearing the children of a certain heroic figure by the name of Otto du Baintol. More commonly recognized as the slayer of the false king Allant first hero king of the Baintol Monarchy in the far West. "Otto you horndog, this is quite dangerous information. Best to keep this under lock and key for another eternity; lest it spark some inner conflict or, Makers forbid, a full blown civil war." Rudolph muttered to himself as he stood up from his work table with both ancient and recently made scrolls in one hand and his wand in the other. "Pórta" A small ball of teal colored manifested in between the prongs of the wand as he flicks his wrist in a circular motion to create a small portal roughly 30 cm in diameter. Carefully, Rudolph slips the old and new scrolls into the portal and with another wrist rotation, the portal disappears. "Baintol already has its plate full dealing with that dragon taking roost somewhere in their borders. Folks deserve a break." He says while walking over to the impromptu distillery set up and checking on the half full container of the distilled liquid.

The liquid in question was crystal clear and smelled faintly of freshly cut grass. A good sign that the distillation process was a success. Satisfied with the quality, he then moves onto bottling and potency enhancement. Similarly with the booster potions, he equally separates the liquid and imbues the liquid with magical energy to increase its potency. With four 500 ml bottles filled with the mana potion concoction he was set to deliver them to the village's two runesmiths. Placing the bottles in his satchel, he raises an open palm to the still lit flame on the metal plate and with one word, extinguishes the flame. "Págos" A stream of sub-zero magical frost bursts from his open palm. But there was a little too much power behind the spell and the plate, cauldron, and the immediate area got encased in ice. "Oops. Uhh...I guess I'll leave clean up to you guys." He snaps his fingers and the unseen servants go to work. Knowing that the unseen servants likely got the situation under control, Rudolph gets a clean pair of outside shoes and leaves his tower.

He was out to do business, but it was also a 15 minute walk to the village proper. No point in wasting a relaxing stroll through the main road heading to Lorenstad. So Rudolph did.



After gathering the ingredients he needed for the delivery and ensuring that the plants were still healthy, Rudolph returns to the top of his home. The experiment room had, thankfully, returned to its tidy and sanitary conditions prior to his morning experiments. Wasting no time, he approaches the lab and sets down the handful of ingredients he needs to create the potions. The wizard then sets up a cauldron on a stand before laying down a rather thick plate of charred iron underneath the stand. He opens his hand and takes aim at the iron plate. "Fotiá" Almost instantaneously, a bolt of blue flame shot out of his hand and struck the plate. The blue flame stuck itself upon the plate and kept on burning brightly despite the lack of visible fuel. With the flame now heating the cauldron, Rudolph snaps his fingers and soon afterward a bucket of fresh water floated up the stairs from the lower floor. "Thank you." He says to nobody in particular before pouring the clear water inside the cauldron. With the water heating up, he turns his attention to the ingredients; separating the grass pods and white cap mushrooms from the snowberries and rock flower seeds.

Grabbing his mortar and pestle, he crushes and grinds the snowberries and rock flower seeds together until the two formed a chunky paste. Setting the paste aside, he brings out a mezzaluna and chopping board to thoroughly mince the grass pods and white cap mushrooms. Rudolph then places the minced items into a small crucible and set it up on a tripod over a lit burner, letting them roast. The telltale sounds of bubbling signified that the water had reached the appropriate level of heat for use. He returns to the chunky paste, and prepares two test tubes, two small funnels, and a straining cloth before he plops the paste onto the straining cloth and using his magic to telekinetically squeeze out all the dark blue juice into the funnel two separate containers in equal amount. He then reaches for a wooden ladle before carefully transfers the boiling water into the beakers until the opaque dark blue liquid turned semi translucent. Now for the finishing touch... Rudolph rubbed his hands together and grabbed his wand. With a swish and flick of his wrist, the concoction swirls and glimmers inside the test tubes before settling down and producing a faint glow.

Most alchemists would have left their brews near a mana crystal and wait for the magic to take hold and increase the potency of the brew, but Rudolph found a method used by some ancient alchemists to increase the potency of created potions on short notice. Most notably during war and battles when healing potions needed to mend wounds or to rejuvenate a caster's mana pool for that matter in a matter of moments. There's troves of useful but long forgotten spells, techniques, and other goodies waiting to be rediscovered in Rudolph's library...but that was a topic for another day.

Corking the booster potions and putting them away safely in his satchel, he uses the remainder of the water in the cauldron for the mana potions. The recipe he knew called for the distillation of the boiled water and roasted ingredients mixture. Simple enough with the equipment he had on available. Pulling out a pot lid with a cork and rubber tube installed into it, a condensing tube, and a large container it was simply a matter of waiting for the distillation process to finish. Enough time for him to decipher a scroll or two. Similarly with the bucket of water, with the snap of his fingers a couple of aged papyrus scrolls floated up from the library in the ground floor. The half-elf then takes a comfortable position on his work desk and begins to decipher the ancient text while the sounds of the outside birds chirping and the dripping of the condenser accompanied the sound of his quill scratching upon parchment paper.

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




"It's not just me and Amulak. The others are waiting nearby. I'll go message them that you're ok and you want us to meet some folks you met." Raime says in a calmer tone than before going to party chat to see Ames' message.
[Raime]: I'll go ask him. Despite going solo in this hellhole, Lugh is perfectly fine as far as I can see. Been here so long that he didn't even know that a war was gonna start, but he says he knows some people that can lead us to areas where we can do the quests we got a few days ago.

Turning back to face the katana wielding man, Raime asks about the missing children and the lamias that took them. Lugh has been in the Blasphemed Tunnels for so long he didn't even know that a war was about to happen in Nyu-Taro. Chances are that he'd know a thing about the disappearances and the snake reptoid people responsible for the abductions.









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