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i hear dies irae bells ringing in my ossicles every time i claw from the dirt and peer wistfully through the rpg tomb doors thinking, "one last job..." another bony finger of the monkey's paw curls up
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i hear dies irae bells ringing in my ossicles every time i claw from the dirt and peer wistfully through the rpg tomb doors thinking, "one last job..." another bony finger of the monkey's paw curls up
3 yrs ago
i can't believe it's already christmas today
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4 yrs ago
*skeletal hand emerges from an unmarked grave* the drive thru forgot my side order
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4 yrs ago
Imagine having an opinion on rpg dot com
4 yrs ago
Let’s play a game where you try to sext me and I call the police
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Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way. [Last Updated: February 1, 2025]
I'm too old for this shit and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I earned a 4-year English degree, work as an English and writing tutor at a local college, a communications copywriter for a non-profit, and I'm a development editor at an academic publishing company. That means I word good.
I like literature and poetry. I first started writing as a hobby with online roleplay at the start of 2010, and I've slowly drifted away from it in recent years. I enjoy most genres, but if I had to pick a couple of favorites, they would be sci-fi and high fantasy—heavy emphasis on the high fantasy. Some of my favorite moments have come from Elder Scrolls roleplays, since it appeals to the D&D nerd in me.
I have a tendency to get carried away with making my character sheets. I've always been a fan of characters overcoming their weaknesses and obstacles and I try to make that show in many of my characters. Therefore, many of the narratives I explore come from a place of vulnerability, but I try to balance the heavy themes with light whimsy. Sometimes though that door swings the other way and I lean into the whimsy while sneaking in moments of vulnerability.
I also try to research whatever it is I'm writing about so that I'm not just spitting into the wind. Unless that's what my character is doing, in which case I try to make sure that's made clear in my writing. Sometimes that gets in the way, like in the case of blacksmith character I wanted to make but felt compelled to study up on blacksmithing first (don't fall into that trap, no one really gives a shit).
It’s kind of hard to define my style, as I’m influenced by all sorts of literary movements and schools of criticism; dark romanticism, modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, feminism, post-structuralism—I have a lot of isms in my pocket. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite dark romantic authors, Dickinson is one of my favorite naturalist poets, Judith Ortiz Cofer, Langston Hughes, and Robert Frost—they’ve all in some ways informed my writing, as well as many others. I even tend to look to some of my fellow guild mates for inspiration or analyze what I like about their writing and see what I can do to improve my own through their example.
Ah, I understand! It happens; but to answer your question, no, he was still hidden.
He didn't budge an inch from his hiding place, though. He doubted that the looters would actually have mercy, and would shoot him with the crossbows at a moment's notice. While his pleas sounded remorseful and desperate, Arastoph said them with but a look of annoyance on his face, and was fingering the ammunition pouch in his hands. If anything, perhaps he could play the knight's code of chivalry into his hands and receive protection under him. If the knight decided to take responsibility for the actions of a "frightened and desperate survivor", then he had an opportunity. To either escape or stay alive long enough.
He did, just very briefly. He was behind cover, threw the pouch while he was still behind cover, and shot at the pouch just as he was coming out. It's just that I don't think the mind will be able to process that action fast enough to react and retaliate accurately in that span of time. Unless they were trying to predict his movements, but these are crossbows and take forever to reload. Prediction shots would be a waste of time and ammo.
I feel that I should argue that nobody should have a real idea of where Arastoph is hiding. They heard a gunshot, which is so loud it is difficult to trace in the first place, and his voice, which just came from a general location. He could've moved since then.
So it seems a little odd to me that in the single second he was visible, they were able to see him, think about their action, then both shoot him. In addition, nothing has been said regarding his actions. Just seems weird to me.
edit: woop, your IC edit ninja'd me. Still, the point stands. :P
Bless the naivety of the holy order. Arastoph smirked smugly to himself as the knight was baited onto his lure. For now, he was under the knight's protection. He just had to hold on for the knight to eliminate the swordsman so that he may be on his way. Peering through the cracks of his cover, he watched the duel. At first, it was nothing more than two grown men making fun of each other. However, eventually the looter did make his move and charged forward. The knight met the charge with his own, but instead of clashing with him, he ran him over full-force, and trampled the swordsman as he went.
Arastoph had hoped that was that, but to his ever-increasing annoyance, the swordsman stood back up with difficulty. He immediately recognized his expression as one of rage. Contempt. Blood-thirsty anger. From this, and from the reputation of looters in general, there was no way the swordsman was going to hold up his end of the bargain. As he made the hand sign, and as Arastoph noticed the movement of the looter with the flail, he sprung to action.
"Fuck!"
He likely wasn't going to save the knight in time, but it wasn't his life that Arastoph was concerned about. He tossed his pouch of ammunition over the ruins and where its trajectory would land it between the man with the flail and the crossbowmen. The merchant spun on his heel around the corner and traced the airborne pouch with his dragoon, and when it fell into position, pulled the trigger. A dozen bullets shot through the air toward the pouch. Even if not one of the pellets struck it, the spread should at least be enough to hit at least one of the looters.
Psst, Carver. Blocking one blade with your shield, parrying the other with your sword, then planting your foot behind theirs and bashing them with your shield to make them fall over is a legitimate tactic.
The raging inferno enveloped the environment around him, with Arastoph's cover being the only thing that prevented him from being swallowed by the the flames. The heat was intense, and the trader curled into his own body to hide his face from the flames and to keep his ammunition from going off in his hands. When the flames of died, he gasped and swallowed for a lung-full of air. Did he not kill the pyromancer? No matter, he had to reload quickly. He undid the bow-tie to his blunderbuss and poured the ammunition down the barrels. He made another quick breath in order to calm his hand. Arastoph was about ready to jump up and take another shot when he heard the conversation being had after his assassination attempt.
"If he's one of yours call him off, if not our deal still stands and we'll continue our battle after we deal with this one." Said the swordsman.
To Arastoph's surprise, the knight agreed. "I know him not. Let's talk to him, and then get back to killing each other like civilized people."
He heard the sarcasm in the knight's voice, but was all the same annoyed by the knight's chivalry. He did not take advantage of the moment? What a fool! He doubted that the looters were eager to talk through this encounter after taking a potshot at one of their men. Damn! Still, there may be a chance to ferret his way out of this hole. All he had to do was flex the silver tongue.
"Talk?" Arastoph called out from behind his cover in inquiry. His voice sounded deceptively innocent. "Ah! Forgive me! I am a survivor of the raid, I feared you lot were among the remaining attackers."
Arastoph gripped the pouch of ammunition in his hand, attempting to make his ruse as believable as he could. He just hoped he could convince them of it.
"I was only trying to survive, you see! Have mercy!"
He didn't budge an inch from his hiding place, though. He doubted that the looters would actually have mercy, and would shoot him with the crossbows at a moment's notice. While his pleas sounded remorseful and desperate, Arastoph said them with but a look of annoyance on his face, and was fingering the ammunition pouch in his hands. If anything, perhaps he could play the knight's code of chivalry into his hands and receive protection under him. If the knight decided to take responsibility for the actions of a "frightened and desperate survivor", then he had an opportunity. To either escape or stay alive long enough.
But there was no guaranteeing that. Neither was there any guaranteeing that the knight could defeat the swordsman. If worst comes to best - in that the knight fails to defeat the swordsman after agreeing to protect Arastoph - than he could toss this pouch of ammunition among their ranks. If he could shoot it in mid-air, the explosion and pellet spread would undoubtedly be destructive. If he missed, well... there were still the pellets in his gun that could potentially hit the swordsman or his allies.
At this point, all Arastoph could do was account for every variable that he could.
[h3]Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way. [sub][code][Last Updated: February 1, 2025][/code][/sub][/h3]
I'm too old for this shit and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I earned a 4-year English degree, work as an English and writing tutor at a local college, a communications copywriter for a non-profit, and I'm a development editor at an academic publishing company. That means I word good.
I like literature and poetry. I first started writing as a hobby with online roleplay at the start of 2010, and I've slowly drifted away from it in recent years. I enjoy most genres, but if I had to pick a couple of favorites, they would be sci-fi and high fantasy—heavy emphasis on the high fantasy. Some of my favorite moments have come from Elder Scrolls roleplays, since it appeals to the D&D nerd in me.
I have a tendency to get carried away with making my character sheets. I've always been a fan of characters overcoming their weaknesses and obstacles and I try to make that show in many of my characters. Therefore, many of the narratives I explore come from a place of vulnerability, but I try to balance the heavy themes with light whimsy. Sometimes though that door swings the other way and I lean into the whimsy while sneaking in moments of vulnerability.
I also try to research whatever it is I'm writing about so that I'm not just spitting into the wind. Unless that's what my character is doing, in which case I try to make sure that's made clear in my writing. Sometimes that gets in the way, like in the case of blacksmith character I wanted to make but felt compelled to study up on blacksmithing first (don't fall into that trap, no one really gives a shit).
It’s kind of hard to define my style, as I’m influenced by all sorts of literary movements and schools of criticism; dark romanticism, modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, feminism, post-structuralism—I have a lot of isms in my pocket. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite dark romantic authors, Dickinson is one of my favorite naturalist poets, Judith Ortiz Cofer, Langston Hughes, and Robert Frost—they’ve all in some ways informed my writing, as well as many others. I even tend to look to some of my fellow guild mates for inspiration or analyze what I like about their writing and see what I can do to improve my own through their example.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h3">Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way. <sub><code>[Last Updated: February 1, 2025]</code></sub></div><br><br>I'm too old for this shit and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I earned a 4-year English degree, work as an English and writing tutor at a local college, a communications copywriter for a non-profit, and I'm a development editor at an academic publishing company. That means I word good.<br><br>I like literature and poetry. I first started writing as a hobby with online roleplay at the start of 2010, and I've slowly drifted away from it in recent years. I enjoy most genres, but if I had to pick a couple of favorites, they would be sci-fi and high fantasy—heavy emphasis on the high fantasy. Some of my favorite moments have come from Elder Scrolls roleplays, since it appeals to the D&D nerd in me.<br><br>I have a tendency to get carried away with making my character sheets. I've always been a fan of characters overcoming their weaknesses and obstacles and I try to make that show in many of my characters. Therefore, many of the narratives I explore come from a place of vulnerability, but I try to balance the heavy themes with light whimsy. Sometimes though that door swings the other way and I lean into the whimsy while sneaking in moments of vulnerability.<br><br>I also try to research whatever it is I'm writing about so that I'm not just spitting into the wind. Unless that's what my character is doing, in which case I try to make sure that's made clear in my writing. Sometimes that gets in the way, like in the case of blacksmith character I wanted to make but felt compelled to study up on blacksmithing first (don't fall into that trap, no one really gives a shit).<br><br>It’s kind of hard to define my style, as I’m influenced by all sorts of literary movements and schools of criticism; dark romanticism, modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, feminism, post-structuralism—I have a lot of isms in my pocket. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite dark romantic authors, Dickinson is one of my favorite naturalist poets, Judith Ortiz Cofer, Langston Hughes, and Robert Frost—they’ve all in some ways informed my writing, as well as many others. I even tend to look to some of my fellow guild mates for inspiration or analyze what I like about their writing and see what I can do to improve my own through their example.<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/dWO4S4r.png" /><hr class="bb-hr"></div><br><div class="bb-h3">Prime Rib Boneheads</div><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/dragonbud">@Dragonbud</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/luminous-beings">@Luminous Beings</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/maxx">@Maxx</a><br>[@Shin Ghost Note]<br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/junkmail">@JunkMail</a><div class="bb-right"><div class="bb-h3">A Bundle of Numbskulls</div>[@Stormflyx]<br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/hank">@Hank</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/leidenschaft">@Leidenschaft</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/peik">@Peik</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/deartrickster">@DearTrickster</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/amaranth">@Amaranth</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ladytabris">@LadyTabris</a><br>[@Gcold]<br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/macabrefox">@MacabreFox</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/mortarion">@Mortarion</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/poohead189">@POOHEAD189</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/greenie">@Greenie</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/frizan">@Frizan</a></div><div class="bb-h3">Calcium Supplements</div><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/megatrash">@megatrash</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ml">@ML</a><br>Rest in peace, <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/polymorpheus">@Polymorpheus</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/septicgentleman">@SepticGentleman</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/byrd-man">@Byrd Man</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/skai">@Skai</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/heat">@Heat</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/chuuya">@Chuuya</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/enarr">@Enarr</a><br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/tiger">@Tiger</a><br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3">These Tickle My Funny Bone</div><sub>You can find me in:</sub><br><br>Currently in no roleplays.</div>
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