Sypherkhode822

A Song of Men and Arms: A Homeric Rp

@PentagonWhite

Welcome! We're still open, and if you can whip up a CS sheet in a day, I'm certain you can slide in easily

The Last March of the Living

Kat will undergo this process in which she slowly becomes more and more unhinged by being surrounded by darkness, until she snaps and decides that the best way to keep the Harmony is to destroy the entire planet.

A Song of Men and Arms: A Homeric Rp

@Gunther@Gweezer How we looking for these new posts? I know the holiday season is upon us, (and I've been AFK all day) but I'm hoping we can get this thing rolling along soon enough.

A Song of Men and Arms: A Homeric Rp

Yes, of course! We try to be multicultural in our quest of restoring the Trojan Dynasty.

The Last March of the Living

I really hope your friend decides to be anything other than a force of darkness.

A Song of Men and Arms: A Homeric Rp

Happy thanksgiving guys.
If you get a post up today I'll commend how much you hate your family .

A Song of Men and Arms: A Homeric Rp

Do you have particular NPC plans for the two women, or was it intentionally left vague so one of us could throw ourselves into it if wanted?

@Gweezer

I'm not sure what you mean?

Also, it's fine if you can't bring over the CS sheet. Just try and get a post up soonish, yeah? We have the known world to traverse.

The Last March of the Living

Like, Kat is less intrested in 'dark' or 'light', and more in keeping the balance between the two.

If a giant host of angels or entities of Light showed up, Kat would pick up her staff and try and kick them out as well. She want's earth for earthlings.

She can't detect Lilith, because she's been subsumed inside of Susana. If Lilith flexed her demonic powers, Kat would notice.

The Last March of the Living

I'm tying myself into knots trying to justify in-character how I don't end up Murder/Banishing the rest of the PCs.

Aah, the joys of being the token Good character.

The Last March of the Living

Kat:

I stood off to the corner of the huddled group, half listening to the murmured translations Samedi croaked into my ear. Instead, I was focusing on the oncoming storm. Even though I barely spoke the language, it was obvious among the postures of the nearby soldiers that they were miserable, and preparing for a horrible storm. I would have to do something about this.

I stole a glance at the pale (but aren't they all here?) man with the horrible book in his satchel. My hands reflexively curled into a fist upon thinking about the danger that book represented to the Harmony, but I chose to stay my hand. When I had won the support of the rest of the group, I would be able to safely turn on the sickened man and that poison he so worshiped.

Sighing, I shook my head. Taking a moment to confer with Samedi on the pronunciation, I shuffle stepped to Gyrid, tapping her on the shoulder, repressing my impulse to avoid looking away at her scars.

"Ah, Gyrid.. I am.. Knowing how to sneak ahead? I can go not seen by anyone. This is good, yes? Should I go?"

I winced internally at my fumbling with Glamhoth. I had been practicing with Samedi the night before, but trying to speak to the fierce woman made me stumble with my words. I only hoped that the other mainlanders here didn't think of me as a complete idiot. I couldn't have that if I were to be the only Purifier here to restore the Harmony. Seas, I missed home.