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2 yrs ago
Current I play both sides so that I always lose.
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2 yrs ago
Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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3 yrs ago
I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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3 yrs ago
So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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3 yrs ago
So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.

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About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)

I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.

I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).

PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)

The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.

Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.

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Location: The northern border of Ersand'Enise -> Back to school

Interactions: Karim Nazeri @Theyra, and everyone else @Force and Fury



Desmond fought and noticed the battlefield change. As magics were thrown he dedicated some of his time to stoke the flames of other people's magic to burn the trees away allowing for clear shots. As Desmond shifted on his horse, he fired a shot quickly that knocked one of the assassins out of the tree. Desmond immediately switched his attention to his other side where he saw another assassin in the trees, there he pulled his smaller firearm and took aim as he fired another shot, burying a bullet into the sternum of the assassin before they fell. Desmond's eyes were constantly moving and shifting from target to target as electricity coated his guns and multiple bullets that seem to be floating around him. As after each gun fired, a piece of ammunition began floating up to the barrel of the gun and sliding down the barrel, and seating itself into the gun. Allowing Desmond to always be able to fire his guns in a more consistent stream, as the roar of his guns disappeared once this horrid feeling befell Desmond.

This feeling felt like death loomed over him like a hanging guillotine, it was a feeling he felt a few times. Most of the time it was from when a mage took notice of him and tried to kill him, or when he was in the sights of a Magusjeager. As intense winds seem to blow and snuff out the intense fires they created and even blew the mountain of a man Eskand calls a King off his feet and away. Desmond began looking around as someone appeared near and seemed to try and talk to him. She began talking about how they moved it seemed like they were moving in a strange way like they knew how to do so without ever even communicating. They needed to find this person and take them out while King Horik was in his own duel. Desmond agreed with Marlijn, he noticed it as once they started moving he noticed multiple mages move in unison. He looked to Marlijn and said, "You're right, we need to find this person…".

Yet still, Desmond still had this incredibly horrid feeling in the back of his neck. Like something was coming, as when he watched the quick bout that occurred between King Horik and this new Mage it reached an unbearable level of uncomfortability. He already began drawing in energy as he could and manipulating it to formulate kinetic energy, forming it again to a more concentrated form to manipulate the energy to form something akin to a coating around his body of kinetic energy. When Desmond noticed the build-up of mana, a yell occurred from Marijn, and Desmond immediately started moving. Yet as he ran, he noticed multiple people on the ground in shock or unconscious, and almost as his body moved on its own, he jumped off of his horse as it continued to run forward. As once he landed he began drawing a bit more energy to figure out where the attack was coming from, as he faced the very explosion that was to occur. Desmond pointed his gun to the sky and fired his gun, as once the explosion went off, Desmond used the energy he had built up and magnified and propelled the energy to the maximum it could, giving a directional explosion against the impending explosion, in hopes to make the force of the explosion become something akin to a small shield of explosive force.

As once the explosions hit each other, Desmond drew as much energy he could in this small window of time, he knew he was going to gas himself out fast if he did this in such a short period of time. Expending his maximum energy and then immediately tried to draw in as much energy from the explosions as he could within a fraction of a moment to hopefully put up another defensive effect. As drawing in this much energy took its toll on Desmond but gave him enough energy within the moment he could produce a second energy pulse to defend himself and those he now risked his life to save. Once the explosion had finished, Desmond was already feeling the effects of trying such a risky move, but it at least worked, as those who were behind him were alive. It just left Desmond with some burns on his hands and forearms, but nothing a little healing and rest wouldn't fix.

After that Desmond Karim, Marlijn, and Owain went to search for the Chemical Mage who was moving all of the pawns, but they were unable to find them. Almost like they were never there, which made Desmond pissed off. Yet he at least got to see Blackthorn again, as his horse seemed to have made it out of the explosion fine. At least something went his way. As soon they went and began giving honors to the dead, Desmond watched the flames burn and listened to King Horik speak. Nothing really came to Desmond during this time, just the sounds of those around him, and the crackling of the fires of war. As Horik continued his farewells Desmond heard Horik speak of the Old Gods, Desmond cared not for the gods, may they be new or old, neither mattered to Desmond, but he understood the meaning within things, and when heads began bowing, Desmond lowered his and let the moment rest before he brought his head back up. Desmond felt something akin to rage fill the air, as now all here have been anointed and baptized in the flames of war.

Once their duty was done, they began their journey back to Ersand'Enise, a school that seems to have only made things more strange in their life of Desmond. Some made it back with glory and honor, others with defeat, and others never made it back, Desmond just wished for some sleep. As once Desmond awoke he found a note under his door that was meant to tell them they were going to be split up into new student groups, with new roommates and even masters. Desmond sighed as he saw this as the shifting of things from last night's many things. The Conclave and then the assassination attempts, they probably wanted to make sure nothing back would happen from people on different sides being together in the same room. Desmond didn't personally care for much that was going on, he was just upset they are switching something on him, and with this, he will need to make introductions with his new roommates. Yet that will have to wait, he is in today's Making Camp class, which doesn't really seem like it needs to be an actual class, but it seems like it will be something that they think would need to be there. This class probably exists for the noble likes, which upsets Desmond, not for the fact that they don't know, but for the fact that they wish to waste his morning like this, but he will go, after all, this could set a bad image for him if he decided to blow off a class.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Bath time (~11:00 a.m.)
Location: Riverport - River Port Beach -> The Baths
Interactions: Kharne, Bane of the Meek @Kazemitsu, Arn, Slime Connoisseur @Omni5876, Kaleb, The Trickstar @FunnyGuy, and Saoirse, the Liminal @potter
Mentions:
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael had lost some of his focus on his slime killing, he now had to worry about the man who had used his powers in the midst of the Slime Slaying Festival. Ismael knew the man didn't mean it, he hoped, but his work now became an acting practice to make himself look like a bit of an ass to others. Scoffing and making remarks about Kaleb to other Slime Slayers as he is like a child and needs more training to not be such a show-off. Trying to throw off others in any way he could about the possibility of Kaleb actually using fire magic. With some people they looked at Kaleb like he was some kind of idiot who couldn't control himself, with others they just looked at Ismael like he was making an ass of himself, which was the point. They had different thoughts about Kaleb and that's all that mattered.

Once the killing was done, Ismael had finally found himself covered in slime goo. He was upset for a bit of time, well until he heard that they would be going to be given a free bath and armor cleaning. Ismael knew that cleaning his gear of this horrid mess would be a true hassle, he just hoped they would properly care for it afterward though, as he knows slime gunk would eat through many things, and the polish and oil on the armor would be torn through quickly if not given some care. Upon the regrouping, Kaleb seemed to look towards Ismael and ask if he was with the group. Ismael gave a moment and saw who was looking, as he noticed that some people were a little close for comfort. He thought for a moment as the proper action, as he made the initiative to continue his act. Ismael let out a snarl and bared his fangs and tilted his head as he spoke "Unfortunately I am". Ismael let the moment sink as he continued, "Yes Red is out here with us. She just knows when to be quiet". Ismael left that sting there as he moved along, he knew he was probably making a serious ass out of himself with Kaleb, but he thought this was the best way to make sure that those who might be watching for them would not see them.

After a bit of walking, Kaleb seemed to have taken the initiative to set himself as the center of attention, as he called to see what everyone's kill count was. Kharne was in the 90's Kaleb was 67, Ismael knew what his count was, 59 on the dot. Ismael wasn't gonna say anything though, as right now he needed to keep up his image as some kind of Alpha Male figure, and saying you are 8 under the person you are trying to be 'superior' to would just make you look like an idiot. Even though this was just a role Ismael was playing, he didn't want to make himself look like some idiot clown, well more than he feels like he is, he does like to think of his self-image a bit.

Once they made it to the washing area Ismael noticed that their group was given an area all to themselves, he let out a silent sigh, as that means he could more relax of others spying. Ismael seemed to relax once he got to the area. Here he began going to one of the showers near Kaleb and says to him in a tone only he could really hear. "Hey sorry for the bad introduction. My name is Ismael". Ismael's voice is much less harsh and snarling as he looked completely relaxed in comparison to his earlier tall and imposing demeanor.



Location: The northern border of Ersand'Enise

Interactions: Karim Nazeri @Theyra, Pan Yimu @TheMushroomLord, Anesin Bjelke @Noxious, and everyone else @Force and Fury



Desmond had spent these past few days trying to catch up to everything that has been happening around him so far. The large celebration at the beginning wasn't one that he had fancied, it wasn't much he didn't like celebrations, it was the fact that he didn't like celebrations that made such a big note of him. He wished to have been much more low profile during this time, yet he was put at the center of attention, which was something that quickly drained him of his energy. Yet was a good thing to go through as it did allow him to know those he was going to with this year, many of which were high profile characters he would like to keep an eye on in case he can make a decent impression on, and a few others he remembers hearing about.

However it seemed he lost the time as they were already moving along to the introductory speeches as it went off well enough, Desmond was bored through most of it as it seemed nothing of note happened. It was just some basic introductions and speeches from people who they will be with. As they moved on to the more important stuff, meeting the group of students Desmond would be with for his time here. The people were interesting enough, but nothing that really interested Desmond though, as most people rarely do.

After that their group met with their master who would be in charge of them. Desmond has been quite hopeful that this person would be agreeable, and or like a good joke/prank. This was one of the few ways Desmond finds fun out of something other than his other pursuits. Here Desmond was shown his room, which he took quickly to make all his own, throwing up a Banner, starting to set up his desk, and such stuff. During this time his Master came back around and came to talk to him about the courses he wished to take up. Upon a quick time of thought Desmond had decided his courses:
Specializations:
- (Primary) Chemical School of Magic [MF104]
- (Secondary) Kinetic School of Magic [MF105]

Electives:
- Fundamentals of Geography & Cartography in Magical Practice [AC103]
- Athletics, Agility, Physical Fitness & Sporting Activities [SK104]
- Business, Negotiations & Money Management [SK106]
- Introduction to literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Eskandish [LN105]

After choosing his courses, Desmond relaxed as he began checking his weapons before heading off to bed. As the morning after was quite strange, it was on his nightstand he had an aberration sitting there, right above where he kept his handgun. Desmond spent less than a moment thinking about what this was before he went and grabbed his gun and touched the aberration with it. As when he did he was no longer able to see his gun and knew that this was an aberration. As he began to move slowly away from the aberration as he didn't know what it would do, but he knows it means nothing good. As he left his room as he began to put his gun away in his belt line as talked to his Master about this, and was told not to touch it.

As they were told to head off to classes after that, where many made fun of the idea of the aberrations and some people whispering about absorbing them. Some were getting information out of others, and it seems as most believe that it is dangerous, but those who have absorbed the aberration say that it can increase your RAS score while giving you some small side effects. Desmond was not one to believe in such a thing, after all, some say taking in QuickSilver can give you some health benefits, but like any snake oil, it will normally be some bullshit made up about something that does nothing or can silently kill you. Desmond did not wish to play with something with such little knowledge on it, also with the Master's watch, even his curiosity would not be able to even go and play with it without getting into trouble. So he moved along through his day until he made it back to his dorm to see the aberration had disappeared.

Yet the next day held something truly marvelous, or worrisome for Desmond, the Conclave is going to take place. Desmond was worried about the outcome of the Conclave, as he knew oftentimes wars can be sparked from meetings like these. War meant jobs for Desmond and his kind, but war also meant that he could not see his 'family' for some time. No matter the skill, if a military wishes, they can sometimes leave mercenaries to die for personal victory, or even use them in a bid to save themselves. This was a worry Desmond had multiple times, but he made it through, often either them figuring a way to do something else, or even them fighting their way out of the bad situation. It seemed Desmond's thoughts came to pass during the Conclave, as it seemed not only Perrence, but also Eskand were both set away from the table. Desmond knew this was going to be war, honor was tarnished, pride was hurt, and King Horik promised blood. Desmond and his group had worked for Eskand quite a few times, often finding themselves in full-blown combat. So Desmond knows of the nature of the Noble people speak of their ruler, Horik the Lean, but the one he knows more from the battlefield is, Horik the Berserker King.

However, these things seem to not matter as much as he finds himself now acting a part of Kejser Horik's Honor guard. Desmond was one of the few asked to do this, as a sellsword hailing from Enth, he has done work countless times within the nation of Eskand. Desmond became quite well known in his line of work and those who care because of his exceptional skills. Desmond going as part of the Guard wasn't something he was exactly thrilled with doing, honestly, he was slightly upset, after all, they weren't being paid for the time. Sure they paid for the meals, but Desmond literally did this as a job, he knows his damn worth. However, this did at least allow him to get closer to some prominent figures, so this could be an opportunity. Well, it would be if he was allowed to be near them, no he had to ride in the back because they saw him more fit as the rear guard. Something more akin to someone who was not of much need, after all his Eskandish was only working at best.



There seemed to have been this glow that occurred from everyone during this time. A glow of camaraderie as they sang songs of war, of glory, and of battle. Desmond was one to sing along to himself as they went along. Desmond felt slightly light-hearted at the moment, war meant work and good work at that. He's just worried about his 'family' as they were going to be brought in as sellswords, and he was here learning rather than being with them. Either way, he was here, so he was going to make the most of the feelings here, more light-hearted at the moment. Something akin to soldiers off to war, fresh-faced and hopeful. It was a feeling Desmond knows well, he's seen it a hundred times, however, it is a feeling that seems almost infectious. Well, the songs normally are, and Desmond always loved to hear music and sing.

Desmond was able to watch the back of everyone, as he saw the mountain of a man Eskand called a king. As he moved atop his horse, he made those nearest to him look like actual children. His presence seemed to have almost dwarfed the others around him, they seemed to almost cower among the might of the man as his very presence blotted out the four moons. The air group was light and cheerful as they went, but to Desmond, the air began becoming heavy, like a veil was slowly falling upon them. Desmond began a slow scan of the area, as of right when he spotted something, he saw the flash in the night and knew what it was, Magusjaegers. Desmond dropped his body to the side of the horse, allowing himself to hang by his leg and hanging on the saddle of the horse as the gunfire rang out. Blackthorn was a horse that was well trained for this maneuver, it was once used in war, and the horse was used to gunfire flying around it and even coming from the top of it. Bullets went flying and hitting people and horses indiscriminately, as when one flew and hit the King, Desmond was nervous, the King could have just died on the spot, however, it seemed he was able to stand after that shot and even stood up like the worst that happened was his clothing getting dirty.

Desmond was in slight awe, as the man even on foot was still giant, and got up from the gunshot and even just decided it was time to fight. No hesitation, Desmond knew what that meant though, as the King grabbed 2 large blades from his back, Desmond already prepared his own weapon and was ready to fight. As a large intake of energy occurred, the king almost seemed to boom at the emergence of enemies, as he rushed forward to meet the opposition with the other students. Desmond was more prepared to take care of the other Magusjaegers, as they would take them out before they noticed. These Magusjaegers were good, they weren't some armatures who used magic with guns, they hid their presence very well. Today was the day to see who was the better shot, Desmond or them.
Gotcha. I like it. With your permission, I kind of like the idea of it being the informal name for a series of related dialects common from southern Perrence, through Crisia, Enth, Eastern Kerremand, and Northern Helbahn: maybe a sort of creole language spoken in rural areas (hence the name).

Like, Enthish and Crisian people have distant Eskandish roots (as to Holmanians and Kerremans), but they're culturally closer to Perrence at this point.


Bruh go for it I think it's a great idea
I think Agrarian is like super rural slang.

Like you have French, then Cajun French. It's similar enough to its roots, but you will struggle if you don't know either one very well.










In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Prime Time for SLIME TIME! (10:00 a.m.)
Location: Riverport - River Port Beach
Interactions: Kharne, The Master of Baiting @Kazemitsu, Arn, The Irreverent @Omni5876, Kaleb, Desecrator of Slimes @FunnyGuy
Mentions:
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael chuckled as Kharne spoke, "Easy cash it will be". As Ismael began his charge forward, he knew enough about the idea of slimes to know that they shouldn't be too difficult. Ismael made his way up to the first slime he could get to and there he decided to use the mallet like a sledgehammer. He shifted his feet, brought the mallet to his waist, and swung it back as he smashed the mallet into the gelatinous blob. When he landed his first hit, it was easy to tell that they weren't much of an issue by themselves, as the slime was much more of a blob of viscous mucus rather than anything solid. The only problem Ismael saw was that cleaning would be a hassle, as with this much more close-range hammer strikes makes it much easier to get splashed with slime mucus.

Ismael took a moment to clean off the mucus as he as least knew that slimes are able to break down things they capture in their body. It would only make sense that the mucus they produce would be the thing that would allow them to break down matter. So Ismael started experimenting with styles, changing it up to best keep clean up to a minimum, but nothing he tried worked to make it where he got none on him, so sadly he would be needing to clean himself up after this. However, that would be okay enough, after all, this was actually fun.

Ismael started to get into the groove of this, he was very swift with his strikes, giving just enough force to kill the slime, but not enough to stop his momentum. As Ismael moved forward, he continued his strikes, constantly keeping his feet moving. He was not a master of the mallet, but understanding basic Biomechanical movements allowed him to understand how to swing a basic mallet, and with some efficiency.

Ismael got into his groove until he smelt smoke and wood burning. His head whirled around as he saw the culprit, the elven man who had been at the café. Ismael made his way over to check, but when he heard the explanation, Ismael knew this man was lying. He produced fire from his weapon, while light seems to have a heat to it as Annya's light coated ax burned the Troll but with the intensity needed to spontaneously ignite the wood is intense enough to be unimaginable for a Light Elf to not be able to control their power to that degree.

Ismael wasn't 100% sure on that claim though, as some people legitimately believed Kaleb and his quick exclamation. However, Ismael knew someone who could ignite wood with ease, and not needing intense heat to do so, Shae. Ismael wasn't certain on how Kaleb got here, especially if the Light Elves tried to summon Humans, but it could make sense if they spread out who could summon across the land in case any died, giving them a higher chance to actually getting any assistance from their world.

Ismael was about to make his way over to talk, but he thought for an extra moment and acted like he accepts such a wild explanation. The more people who believe the claim means the fewer people will think that it is wrong, after all, many people think in a pack mentality. If enough people look like they believe what happened, then people will begin to skew their own ideas to best fit what the rest of the pack saw. So Ismael started leaving and began trying to hide Kaleb from the people who saw him. He made conversation with people around him as they fought, giving tips and helping them as he made sly remarks of Kaleb and how he had such little control of his power, like a child. He switched his mannerisms and his approach mattering on the people, as his goal was to hopefully sow a bit of dissidence within what some people try to say, and hopefully make it possible to try and make some people think twice before they hunt Kaleb for being a human.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Prime Time for SLIME TIME! (10:00 a.m.)
Location: Riverport - Surfside Café → River Port Beach
Interactions: Kharne, The Master of Baiting @Kazemitsu, Arn, The Irreverent @Omni5876, Kaleb, Desecrator of Slimes @FunnyGuy
Mentions:
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael was present at the breakfast, he was attentive with the new faces and tried his best to understand who each person could be. A person's mannerisms were very important in understanding who they were as a person, yet the more basic conversation was very annoying in this endeavor as everyone was more or less confined to small talk. However it could not be helped, if more important talks were held, it would be much easier to see each person and how they acted with a more serious topic. However, if they talked so seriously in a public café, people could figure out who they actually were. If that happened, each person at this table would have a one-way ticket to the afterlife, well the lucky ones that is.

Ismael just sat and ate, he wasn't here for much else at the moment, honestly, he wished he had some money to run around with. Enough to wet the whistle and maybe figure out something fun to do, training is interesting, yet Ismael wouldn't call it fun, its more just like work. Ismael honestly was slightly bored of the idea of looming danger, being on the security detail of an arms dealer always had a sense of danger, no matter where you were, so this was nothing new. The only thing that was slightly nerve-racking to Ismael was the fact that he had to now learn how to properly fight in melee combat, especially against what would be assumedly well-trained soldiers who had decades if not centuries to learn. However, since this world had not advanced to that technological level, he will need to learn that and how to use his magic, after all, a well-trained warrior has both a well-tuned body and a well-balanced mind.

Funny enough, it seemed like there was an event that was occurring today that would provide some needed hands-on experience, well maybe it was a nice way to relieve some stress from the things that have happened so far. Slime Day as they call it, it seemed like a very smart thing to introduce as it was something that would normally cause damage, it seemed like a way for those in charge to get money circulating while also dealing with a large threat to their city. Ismael was interested because it would let him use some of his gear.

Some time later

Ismael was set up and waiting, it took him a little bit to make sure his gear was properly on. It wasn't something he was used to, it wasn't like gear he was used to. It was much more like riot gear rather than what he was used to, however, it would provide much more protection here than it would in his world.

Ismael was mostly relaxed, these were slimes, simple creatures in fantasy worlds, the thing he knew was that slashing weapons were bad on slimes because then it would cut them in half and have them multiply, which was slightly upsetting because he went and got a sword and it seems the first thing he fights is a creature who is immune to slashing. Ismael decided the Slime Day mallet would be something to buy, after all, all it took was 5 slimes and he would have made his money back, well, Kharne's money.

It was rowdy and the air was filled with excitement as when the flying man started giving his speech it seemed that people began to get riled up, to the point where even Kaleb was getting into it, Ismael didn't know much about him but his words seemed to have been filled with overwhelming enthusiasm and confidence was all that he was giving. It made Ismael laugh as he looked to Kharne and said, "Looks like someone has really gotten into it". Ismael lightly nudges Kharne with his elbow as he says, "What about you big guy? You feeling the spirit?"

When the first slime emerges, Ismael began to hear the roar of the crowd as the man who seemed to be hyping up the crowd began the roar as he announced the first slime breaching the water. As everyone let out this deafening roar and charged forward.

Purchases: Slime Day Mallet -15 amas
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Riverport - Boardwalk → Surfside Cafe
Interactions: Annya @princess, Saorise @Potter, and Arn @Omni5876
Mentions:
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael had let out his feelings of the situation, knowing the stress of the situation was something on high, but then having the princess come in and call out the obvious elephant wasn't something to lash out at her for. Surely not something he should have called her out for like she was threatening them, however, he did want to make it clear in case of how things could become. After all, Ismael wasn't sure if Annya was already blowing over because of this, a war in your home, your people are dying, as you need to babysit what seems to be a motley crew of unstable individuals, and one just ran off. Ismael couldn't think of many people who could keep their cool, even in a situation like this, let alone be able to function properly.

However, Annya seemed to take immediate notice and even started talking down the situation, trying to reiterate her meaning with more clarity. As Ismael felt Annya grab his hand, Ismael let her grab it as he continued to listen. She wanted to get her point across in a softer and more sincere manner, as Ismael understood her actual intentions, not a threat, more clarity of the situation. She wanted to make sure they knew what they were getting into rather than having them find out later when turning back was not an option. Ismael let out a slight chuckle as he said, "Alright I get what you mean, thank you for bearing with what I said". Ismael gave Annya's hand a slight squeeze before letting go as they went and grabbed Shae.

As they began their walk over, Annya spoke to Shae to see what yesterday was all about. Honestly, Ismael was in a very similar standpoint, he wanted to know why she was like that, after all, if they were going to be working together, he wanted to know who to look out for. He wanted them to steer clear of those people as he didn't want Shae to make an ass of herself, nor did he want the person to get beaten within an inch of their manhood. Once Shae spoke of why her outburst occurred, Ismael thought it was going to be a tall order to keep her away from people like her mother/that shopkeeper. Drunkards, Resting Soldiers, people down on their luck because of famine and war, honestly, anyone who is trying to forget about their troubles might be caught up in Shae's rampage. Ismael wouldn't think she'd go that far, but mattering on how her mother was, he wasn't 100% sure, maybe she left something less than controllable in her daughter.

Ismael didn't really respond, a little out of the fact he wasn't sure how to respond and also because it seemed like Annya was ready to respond with a bit of an optimistic line of comradery. When Annya passed the remark over to Ismael and said they were comrades now, Ismael laughed a little and said, "Yeah, I ain't gonna get away from you easily, that's for sure".

Once they made it to the little café, Ismael noticed a familiar face, a short man who had more hair than height who seemed to have been looking for someone. As Annya made her way to him quickly and greeted him, Ismael just watched and waited as he was going to let them speak among each other, after all, if he made his way here to talk to her about something, then that would mean that they would probably have come because of the war.
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