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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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Cold Comfort: One step Forward, One step down



In a land so close to home, yet so far from it, Marz sighs to himself as he looked to his hands. Callused and worn even at his age, shackled by the monks within the monetary above, now being used for some strange reason.

"I would have wished we met under better circumstances, yet that is not possible now. I am Brother Vadim, and we need your help".

Marz felt his feet landing against the stony ground underneath and knew they must have been deep underground, the stone the stairs are made of is a very tough and dense stone, one that was often subjected to great pressure being so deep. The lights that the Priests used were magic, so it made it easy to realize that they were drawing from sources near them, and when they dimmed for a bit he knew they reached a certain point of depth where it was hard for them to draw from energies near the surface.

"It all started months ago when I and many others were providing aid and charity to the people of Kirimansk, we found a strange device. One that we suspected to be the cause of many of the woes within the town".

If the depths of this prison were not unsettling enough, it was the tunnels that would do it. These tunnels were just big enough for a normal man to walk through, with small little off-lets allowing one to stand to allow another to pass them by. Yet for a hegelan and any others with a larger frame, it was claustrophobic. Your arms had no room to move, let alone stay by your sides. The tunnels moved in strange ways for those who were uninitiated, and the dark within exasperated the many problems one might find within the tunnel.

"It was a device that we found blocked the use of the Gift. A device that had sent much of this town into much distress. Yet, we had only found 1 of these devices, and even after moving it from its location, we were unable to alleviate the woes of the town".

Lights began to show through these tunnels, even among the short distance, it felt like an eternity since one saw the light. Yet once it touched the eyes it blinded them till they could hear the sound of working. People toiling away in stone rooms, the sound of hammering, grunting, and sweating. As one passed by a room, they could hear the work within more clearly, grind wheels spinning, cogs shifting, stone and slate being written on, even some whirling of strange energies here and there, yet all the people held within were Hegelan. Each and every last one was bound in cuffs and chains similar to the one Marz had. Every single one is being watched by a priest, dutifully observing, almost waiting for something.

"In an attempt to find the others, we enlisted the help of Hegelan craftsmen. Many talented in their field, in the hopes that with these many great craftsmen together we would be able to figure out the mechanisms of the device's origin and stop the others to return peace to this town".

A bell began to ring as many people within these stone rooms began to slowly filter out into the hallway. Here the hallway was much more spacious, enough for 2 men to walk side by side with enough room for them to not feel uncomfortable. Yet all of those who were Hegelan stayed to one side of the hall, while the priests remained on the other wall. Watched as the Hegelans formed a line that headed to their intended destination, but Marz, he was told to shuffle himself into the line and head off with them to an unknown destination.

"Your work shall not go unawarded, upon completion you shall be handsomely rewarded for this great deed you would have done".

The line of Hegelans was constantly monitored and watched by the priests all the way to this small doorway that each of them entered. Upon the last inspection at the doorway, Marz entered this large dimly lit cavern. The cavern was filled with long stone tables that seemed to stretch nearly from one end of the cavern to the other. The line moved across the large area to meet with the many priests who were standing at the other end with piles of bread and bowls. Each Hegelan was given 1 piece of bread and 1 bowl of what looked to be stew.

Marz made his way to the front as he was given his share, the exact same as all the others, yet for him, it was small in comparison to what he would expect and much less hope for. Yet, that wasn't the issue, for him, it was the stares. As he moved through the tables, many looked towards him like he was some kind of bug, a rodent even. Marz even attempted to make some conversation to at least take a seat near someone, yet they left. Sitting alone, Marz began to look at his food, and felt off about it, like he was looking at something that wasn't actually there.

"Ya, the food 'ere is bad. It has no taste, much less texture".

Marz looked up to see it was the woman who was there to clean his wound. He dipped his head to the side for a moment as he looked at his food and said, "Ya? I could 'ell from 'ere".

The girl chuckled as she then asked, "Would you mind if I sit witcha?"

Marz gave a light gesture to the seat as he said, "Go fer it. Not like any other is gona". Marz looked around for a moment as he continued to see the many people seeming to eye him up from across the cavern. Many seemed either curious or skeptical, but none seemed outright hostile, yet.

"Wha'cher name?"

Marz looked back as he seemed almost lost for a moment as he thought he saw someone eyeing him up much more aggressively, "Wha?"

"Yer name. What is it? Don' tell me you forgot it when you got conked on the head". The girl spoke with a bit of a bit of fun in her voice.

"Ah, Marz". Marz turned back for a moment to see the man who was originally eyeing him up was now gone.

"Well Marz, my name is Venna".

"Venna, hmm-", Marz seemed to seeing the many people here, and the many different jobs being done within the rooms he had passed by, he was curious, "-what craft do you do?"

Venna let out a sigh, "I don' 'ave one. I don' practice a craft, I was brought 'ere because I was with some of the other crafters". Venna gave a nervous chuckled as she shrugged and said, "I'm just a Tool Merchant. I pedal and sell tools. Guess you look like those you work with".

Marz chuckled as well as he thought about the situation she was in, "Well ain't that a bitch, hu?"

Venna seemed to blush from the embarrassment of it, but seemed to be a good sport overall, yet it left Marz noticing something. They were being looked at, not just him. He looked around as eyes and chatter seems to follow them. No matter the size, a cavern is a cavern, and stone never lies. Something as small as a whisper can reach someone if given enough time in these stony walls. The words filled the air, reverberating and resounding through out, it told Marz he was not welcomed, he was to not be trusted, many and many of things. It became almost impossible to not hear until he heard a whistle and then a voice calling to him, "Hey greenhorn! What'cha dreamin' about?"

Marz once more had his concentration broken by a new voice, a younger man maybe of similar age to Marz who plops right down next to him. With a very noticable height and size difference, it was easy to now see, the difference between Marz and many of the others, starvation. The people here have been fed enough food to keep them productive and usable. The food they were fed however was very few of them knew how to do, but everyone knew what it was, magically created food. Marz noticed this the moment he took a bite of his bread and stew, the only flavors within was salt and sadness. Everything within was heated, yet it was all made with magic, even the bread was made of magic. Marz finished his observations as he then answered, "Ah, nothin', just noticing everyone seems to be bored to be interested in me".

The smaller man laughed as he said, "Ah ya, that'd be expected. Yer new, people are normally pretty wary o greenhorns 'ere".

Marz look quizzical as he asked on, "Oh? Why's that?"

The man spoke with a bit of a shrug while he took a spoon full of stew into his mouth, "Mmm, we just got a spy. A mole, really roughed him up when we found out, an' they had to pull 'im out before worst".

Marz said once more now skeptical, "So you're saying they think I'm a spy?"

The smaller of the 2 men then pointed, "Bingo, if you er or ern't don' matter. What matters is that yer 'ere after they pulled out the last one".

Venna spoke out, "Most don't like those who'r not one o'em".

The smaller man then said, "Little missy's right, she don' work a craft, so she get shuns. You'r new an' you look well off so you will be too".

Marz asked, "Then what about you?" Seeming to be insinuating the same must mean the same for the man.

The man laughed as he said, "Naw naw naw, unlike you I'm liked here, as I am a craftsman". The man's eyes then narrowed as he then asked, "What are ye then?" Based upon some o those burn scars, you must be a smith, am I right?"

Marz looked at the man as for a moment almost seeming to be put off by the man asking such a question, "Yeah? And? You takin' a look cuz' you thinking of something else?".

The man laughed heartily as a few more men came over. Each of them now sitting next to Venna and Marz, surrounding them as a smile came over the man's face, "Then we'll see about that".

A flurry of questions began to fly at Marz, they began to question everything he knew about his craft, even to the point where they questioned his very existance. Marz began to get annoyed, his face seeming to harden as they ask more questions. To Marz, it felt as if they were trying to poke at his very existance, it felt as if they even tried to make light of that which he crafted. Marz knew what they were doing, they were trying to bring into question the legitimacy of him being here. Once the group couldn't figure out if he was an actual Craftsman, or just a really good Vossoriyan mole, they left. Leaving Venna and Marz alone once more.

Marz let out a sigh of frustration as he nearly threw a punch, but knew with Venna being there she would have been attacked. Venna seemed to break the awkward moment by saying, "Well that was stressful wasn' it?"

Marz chuckled out, "Ya. They asked annoying questions fer sure". Once Marz readjusted himself with a few shakes of the head he looked to Venna and asked, "So how did this happen?"

Venna looked to Marz confused, "How did what happen? The questioning?"

Marz shook his head, "No, how did ye all end up 'ere?"

Venna quickly answered, "Ah, yeah that. Well-".

Venna was then interrupted by the voice of another man, a large but old man who was nearby and was listening in spoke, "We were all invited try and reverse engineer some anti magic device". The man took a sip of his stew as another responded.

"Then we we're taken, snatched up in our sleep". A loud brash man spoke out seeming to almost seem to be angry and having boisterous gestures. "You were because they found you black out drunk!" Someone yelled out to make fun of the person and also debunk the notion all of them were asleep when it happened.

"Even if he is an idiot, he was right, we were taken, and kept here against our will". A female voice called out cutting through the bickering.

"Yeah, but it ain't all bad, we are promised a pretty handsome reward once this is all said and done!" A man called out in a jolly voice that Marz was somewhat familiar with.

Many of them began to laugh slightly, yet Marz could see through them, and they all could as well. Even if they claim to be grudgingly okay with it, their body language and general vibe belies this. It was something every Hegelan knew well, everyone here knew everyone was lying about being okay with this, and in a Hegelan way of it, no one will call it out even if everyone has a feeling. Someone needs to disprove it directly. Marz sighed as he realized, for him, he will need to earn their trust, and Marz knew well, a Hegelan does not trust easy.

Once dinner was finished, a bell rang out, as people began to stand, taking their bowl and placing them on a table in multiple large piles. Once they did this, they filtered out of the eating area, and began to head towards some destination. For Marz he was grabbed by 2 preists who made him wait for all the other Hegelan's to head to their cells. Once they all did, Marz was taken to his cell. There he met who were to be his new cellmates. All three looked to Marz with a suspicious glance, as the moment Marz entered the room all three seemed to create some space between themselves and him. Marz even tried to make conversation and the best he got was their names and what they did.

"Name's Khalud, I'm a smith of fine crafts", to Marz this man was the most friendliest of the three cellmates. He was stout and short, yet that lent well at least to his craft.

"Choran the Jeweler", this man seemed the most wary, he seemed to almost to look like he was watching every single move Marz made. It made Marz quite often check his stare and even get into a staring contest.

"Mazan", A simple old man, Marz wasn't one to question if an old man was to keep to himself, he earned that much.

Marz sighed as he set himself onto the bottom bunk that seemed empty. A voice cut through Marz' thoughts, "Move". Marz looked up to see Choran looking down onto Marz, Marz was about to throw a punch, yet he was stopped by his own awareness, the preists were still at the doorway making sure he was settled in. Marz shook his head as he stood up and watched Choran, whom used his bunk as a foot hold to get to his bed. Marz' hand clenched, yet he knew that starting a fight now did him no good. If he was to start a fight, he would probably be thrown into some confinement, and never be able to be found by the other students outside.

Marz just shook his head and went back into bed to try and sleep. Lights stayed on, but it was dim enough in the room to allow for one to sleep if they faced the wall. Yet sleep was hard to get within this place as a cacophony of snoring began to fill these tunnels, with the most powerful of them all originating from within his cell. With Marz turning to see the Old man being one who snored with enough power to make the air thin in the room.

Marz was left with the first night in this prison being left with loneliness and a lack of hearing.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions/Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon & Amisra @Tae
Equipment: A set of sturdy clothing, a dagger, the wonky ring of disguise, and his dog tags.




Ismael checked his disguise and just as Tanithil made notice of, he had ears the size of moon pies. He shook his head with a smile as he heard Tanithil speak out about his choice of appearance, "Of course, I was just choosing the image of someone I saw, I have a decent memory of them, which would make it easy to see what was off". Ismael then turned back to the mirror to look a little more, "But it seems like that wasn't much of an issue". Ismael nods to himself as he thinks up of the image of a version of himself as a Dark Elf.

There he stood, with a similar face structure to himself, just raised cheeks, a slightly smaller head profile, and massive ears. His body was identical to make sure he stayed in his cloths nicely, it made it very easy for him to feel like himself without being 100% himself. Ismael threw a nod to Tanithil as he was ready for them to move on, which ended up being pretty anticlimactic as they had to continue to dodge many of the more travelled areas incase they are spotted and they rat them out.

Yet the alley is no place for normal men, as thugs appeared and began to harass them. An orc who seemed to be loaded up with muscles, a nasty-looking scraggly man with scars and a nasty face, and 2 other dark elves, one who seemed to be the leader and another who seemed small in comparison to some Ismael has seen, yet strapping underneath. Soon enough, they were surrounded, and the first one to use lethal force as a threat was Tanithil, conjuring a weapon from his shadow powers. However the first one to throw an attack was an unknown ally. A potato came flying at the large orc, and Ismael used it.

He leaped backwards to close the distance with the fairy behind him, and the moment his back foot landed he used the momentum to spin on that foot to turn the motion into a spinning back kick right into the mans body. "How about a coin for a tip (teep)*?"



Primitive: An Zenui




What a fucking day. The moment we left the tunnel a bucket fell and nearly dented Fiske's head. Marceline had been drenched, and now we met a Sirrahi in a dark place…or so we thought. Desmond shook his head as he ran his hand across his face and through his hair. After that we were spotted by some kind of gremlin like king who seemed to try and regard us as some kind of guest. Yet soon enough we found ourselves in the situation of being caught up in a conspiracy to poison the king. I tried to let Fiske and Evander to speak and try to keep things cordial as I figure out why the hell we were sent here.

Desmond began to lean back in his chair as he looked up and sighed. It got out of hand quick and then turned into us now needing to run off and try and find the would be killer. And still I couldn't fully figure out what we were sent here for, yet doing this buys us time to figure more things out and even be able to learn more about this place and possibly why we are here. My first move was to look to Marceline and see if she had kept track of people moving, she did…for a moment, then lost them. Desmond began to look down and shake his head with a chuckle. Me and Fiske were going and ran into a Sirrahi, there we left to follow them as they seemed very familiar with the place. Soon enough we thought we found an interesting lead as this Sirrahi had a strange feel and might have known something about the tunnels throughout the area. We eventually followed them to the shack where we saw they must have snuck somewhere through some unknown means.

Desmond chuckled once more, now remembering the scene and thought how hilarious the whole situation was. So we began to quickly turn the shack upside down, looking through anything as I found cans in the attic and Fiske found a chest with some coded lock. We figured out the code through the use of the cans and found it was a box that used to hold a key. It did tell us there was something in here as we moved the pile of wood and found a door that needed a key. At first we were going to try and find another way until I remembered seeing some mushrooms and remembered my Zeno had a great affinity with mushrooms. She seemed to often use it for different things, as one thing I remembered was her use of it for climbing on, as I used a little magic I picked up, some binding, chemical, and a slight bit of kinetic to form these strange mushroom balls into a key. After using it I made a bit of banter with Fiske as he seemed furious of the situation. Desmond laughs now as he thinks back to Fiske's face being of both shock and anger with a bit of terror mixed in. It took him a moment to come back as he was left with some little giggles before he moved on.

Soon enough we entered the trap door with Evander seeming to find us. We ventured in to find our would-be-assassin, who seemed to be a girl. I tried to play the shy guy who walked in on a girl, using the cover to maybe make her more uncomfortable and give me some room to try and snoop. Which lead to us finding that this woman may have been connected to the assassin. After giving her some privacy, and a minor trauma from Evander's incessant questioning when we were gonna try to give her room to get clothed. Fiske realized that this girl and out assassin are one in the same, as there we confronted her, and she balled out laughing. One of that she was in serious shit, as she spoke, she asked for our help to find out who might have actually done it.

Desmond shook his head once more, Evander began to talk to her and ask questions, I knew he could at least do that, what I was curious about was trying to tie more things together. Firstly, why is this all happening? And secondly. Why do the Sirrahi care. Is it because they wish to be some Great Liberators? Maybe, since it seems class warfare is still here, but now in a more master-slave idea. Maybe that's why we're here. Maybe.


Cold Comfort: Missing Kin




Upon the morning of what was an intense night of drinking and fighting, Marz awoke to begin work once more. The group having seemed to have different ideas on what they should do, Marz had a thought as he slapped Nazih on the back, "
Oi, let's head off to the Golden River. I wanna see what's at the Collapse"
. Nazih seemed to have agreed as he followed Marz towards the wreckage of the town. There Marz spotted something very familiar, a Blacksmith.

Upon opening the door, the two Biros seemed to have been greeted in a cautious manner. There was the old stout and balding smith who seemed to have been aged beyond his years, a young woman with a strong body seeming to share a resemblance with the smith. Then finally a small Hegelan boy who ran towards Marz and seemed to start calling out to him in Hegelan, "Hello! Have you found my father?" A confused Marz seemed to look to the smith whom pulled the 2 outsiders in to see what they seemed to have came in for. The students spoke to the smith, the small boy, and the daughter to find that Hegelans used to frequent the area. Seeming to be mostly novices and journeymen in crafts as they were brought here for some reason before they dissappeared.

Upon learning this and being asked by the boy to find his father, Argor Halghivan, a very renowned jeweller within Hagh Ramorghand, who seemed to come to find someone who had dissappeared like the many others. From what Marz learned, there are 2 possible areas of suspicion, the caves the short long foot spoke of having entered before. The other is the church, as the daughter believes that they might have been involved somehow, both seemed promising, yet they needed to choose one, so Marz chose the closest of the 2, the strange blocked off caves. Once the two students made their goodbyes, they began to head off to the caves Esmii spoke of, there they were met with a sign that possibly said "Dangerous" and "Do not Enter", yet a sign would not stop Marz, it meant nothing to him, especially one he couldn't even read. As the two young men ventured into the cave, they slowly began to feel their magic slightly returning to them, meaning as they move they must be moving away from whatever is stopping their magic, yet as they move they begin to see the many strange things this place has. Rocks seem to float, the ground is slipper, even the air seems to be strange as it pulls against them and almost moves them.

Yet, just like Esmii, this cave seems to almost be alive as it seems to wish to kill the 2 students who are now deep within it. The cave begins to shift and shake, shuttering as pulses of energy overwhelms the students and nearly knocks them on their ass while the rocks around them seem to get vibrated violently and begin to fall. Large rocks come falling as Marz and Nazih begin to run, Nazih began to take the lead while using his shield, charging forward while setting his shield over head to cover himself and Marz from the falling rocks, as they throw themselves from the rocking path to this crevasse. Upon their fall, they notice their magic returns and they can see for just a moment, light, with the use of kinetic and magnetic magic the two young mages launched themselves forward and onto the supposed path that was lit, there they scrambled to their feet and ran another minute until they felt the rumbling stop, there they found themselves on a path with torches and that seems to be travelled, a good sign, yet it was short lived as they heard from behind them:

"You shouldn't be here, this place is dangerous."

Marz seemed off guard yet somewhat not afraid as he yelled out, "By the gods!" Marz jumps back as he spins on his heels to face the figure.
Nazih on the other hand was ready to fight as he spun around and swung his shield like he aimed to cut whatever was behind him in half. Yet like a child his attack was stopped with such ease it looked as if he wasn't moving at all. Once more the figure being spoke, now being shown to be a black cloaked person, "One of you, I can save. The other, I cannot."

"Who are ye? What are ye doing down 'ere?" Marz asked confused of what was just stated.

"We are the Traveler," the figure responded, "and your service is needed."

"What does that mean? What was with the veiled threat?!" Marz demanded

"Not a veiled threat, but merely a warning. I cannot save you both."

"Why should I serve someone who attacks me?" Nazih demanded, not having any of it. "I serve nobody," he snarled.

The black robed figure smiled and shook his head. "It was you who attacked first, wasn't it?"

Nazih narrowed his eyes. "A bit weird for the 'Traveler' to ask someone to serve him, isn't it?"

Marz speaks up once more, now more emphasis, "Who are ye?" Now bringing his hand to his hip, placing it on the handle of his hammer.

"I am the Traveler and you are in grave danger should you continue forward."

"Bullshit," spat Nazih.

With that, the figure backed away. "Good luck surviving on your own," it warned, face still obscured. "This place is sacred to these people and it has been disturbed."

Marz begins to ask, "Why is it that you can only save one of us from what seems to be down here?"

"Because the other one, I need."

Marz' eye narrowed, "What for?"

"You shall see." With that, the figure looked up, seemingly startled, as the cavern let out a deep rumble.

Nazih raised his shield, gathered a massive amount of kinetic energy, and attempted to ram the shadowy being aside. Yet he was stopped in his tracks once more by the shadowy figure, and it was right then that the ceiling came down. Stalactites began falling like missiles from above, the ground shifting beneath them, water spraying in. With rocks coming down Marz and Nazih began to try and use magic to protect themselves as they tried to move, yet the moment they tried the earth underneath them opened up and had them fall in as rocks and water came in, and darkness soon consumed them.

Marz woke up some time later with a woman crouching over him with a rag in one hand and a bucket in the other. She seemed to be dabbing his head as he slowly came to, now seeing that she was dabbing the blood from a wound away. He found himself within a old stone room with 2 people standing at the door inside the room seeming to keep guards. Marz spoke up to the girl as she noticed he was awake, "Ah, what happen'?" She answered quickly, "You 'er pulled from the cave in a bad way, they threw you in 'ere". He then asked the next question, "Where are we?" The woman then got close to him and spoke quickly, "'At is the prolem, we don' know". Now with her being so close, Marz' blurry eyes were able to focus for the first time, being able to see she was in a rough state. Bathed enough, her hair and beard however seemed in much disarray, her beard seemed to be very frayed and sloppily cut, most likely from wear and an inability to properly care for herself. Then there were her wrists, large blocky bands on her arms, and then he noticed on her legs. He rose his hand and noticed the same as she seemed to nod in confirmation as Marz could feel again, he could not use his magic.

Soon they both heard the sound of another man speaking off in the distance, she seemed to rush to her feet quickly as she said, "'Urry!, to yer feet". She extended her hand as Marz took it and stood up. There he saw the door open, where a tall man in dark robes stepped in and spoke with fluent Hegelan, "Welcome, I'm sorry we could not meet in better circumstances". Marz looked at the man curiously as the man continued, "I would wish to let you go, yet we need your help. Only you can help us".
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions/Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon & Melian @princess
Equipment: A set of sturdy clothing, a dagger, and his dog tags.




Ismael gives a nod as he says, "Ah I see, I would like to see it in action", Ismael gestured as he placed his hand out for the ring to see it in action. When he is given the ring he goes over to the mirror, he placed the ring on his finger to try and see how he looked. From what he understood from Tanithil telling him on their way over, through thought the ring will create a complex illusion around the user to change how they physically look, including clothing.

Ismael took up his hand and thought for a moment to change into the image of character he remembered seeing in a Hollywood film poster. One that recently came out as he was some werewolf like character in some vampire romance film. After a moment, he changed his body and face to look like the character while his clothing is to look something like some fantasy common-ish attire, some blacks and browns and greys to make him blend in with the crowd, the only thing he keeps is the cloak, as he shifts the hood back that was covering his face as he began to inspect himself trying to find the little quirk the lady was talking about.

In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions/Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon & Melian @princess
Equipment: A set of sturdy clothing, a dagger, and his dog tags.




As Ismael felt Tanithil place a hand upon his back and felt a strange energy wash over him. Ismael flicked his eyes about himself and saw what seemed almost a shadow seeming to loom over him. Giving him stealth without needing to try, as he looked to Tanithil and nodded as he listened. Yet once Tanithil showed him his dagger Ismael chuckled and said, "Thank you for the warning. Good to know my guide has sticky fingers".

Once they entered the Odds and Ends shop, Ismael gave the shopkeep, Melian, a wave and a small, "Hello", before allowing Tanithil to speak. As they spoke, Tanithil seemed pretty in his element, while Melian seemed pretty interested in showing off her wares. Once she finished Ismael said with a light gesture to the disguise ring, "What do you mean by wonky?" Ismael wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into before they spent money to get something.


Cold Comfort


In Collaberation With: Silas Rieger@Tackytaff, Yuliya Ilyanovich Vasilieva @Suicharte, Nazih Iqbal@Ziegenkonig, Esmi’nesta’tawaar@BlackRoseSiren, Yvain de Berbignon@jasbraq, Penelope 'Penny' Pellegrin@Force and Fury, Sven Bjørnsson



Upon The Misty Mountains






Of Best Laid Plans






All Things in Motion






Of Mice and Men







In collaboration: @Product as Katherine Green






Chu-Chink, Chu-Chink, Chu-Chink, Chunk, thump Ow!


The sound of a ratchet can be heard over the wind blowing across the dusty wastes and the sound of music. With it a whistling was heard from the man who was right now kneeling next to what seemed to be a 3 wheeled motorcycle that was put together with many different pieces of other vehicles. The man was right now tightening the wheels as the sound of liquid poured into an empty gas tank. The man seemed to have finished with what he was doing before he called out to his compatriot, ”Hey Katie, you done filling the tank?”

Katie turned to face him, her arm visibly tired from manually pumping the gas from the prewar station. "That's the last dribble," she replied, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Since Desmond finished with the tires, she stepped away from the gas and offered her handyman a cigarette while she took one for herself. Her lighter sparked four times before finally firing. "The bike is supposed to sound like that?" she teased after exhaling the first drag. "This place is pretty much tapped out," she added, referring to the fact that it had been years since the war ended, and these prewar gas stations and highway buildings were likely picked clean by other wastelanders and prospectors over the years, something she was sure Desmond was painfully aware of.

Desmond took the cigarette Katherine offered and gave a nod of thanks before he took out his own lighter and lit the cigarette. He took a drag as he looked off into the wastes taking in what Katherine said. He breathed out smoke as he nodded his head, ”Yeah, I assumed it would have been”. Desmond takes another drag as he seems lost in thought for a moment. He breaks the tense moment with another smoke cloud leaving his mouth and saying, ”Welp, we really only got 2 options. We can fuck around here and think about what to do next, or we can do a quick joyride with what we got left and see where that leaves us”. Desmond shrugs with a smile as he looks at Katherine, ”Honestly, a joyride doesn’t sound so bad to me. Might even be a little fun”.

Katie paused for a moment, contemplating the risks of taking a joyride on a makeshift motorcycle in the middle of the wasteland. But the thrill of the adventure was too tempting to resist. "What the hell, let's do it," she said, mustering up some courage. As she finished her cigarette and flicked the butt away, gave a confident thumbs up to Desmond and strode towards the bike. With the wind whipping against her face and the dust kicking up around her boots, she carefully removed her glasses and tucked them away in a safe pocket on her jacket. "Show me what this baby can do."

Desmond’s grin stayed plastered on his face as he tossed the last bit of his cigarette on the ground as he heard Katherine seem for the crazy idea. Desmond takes the few solid steps forward to the motorcycle as he gives the large fuel tank a few taps and chuckles before he takes hold of the handle before quickly throws himself onto the machine with a solid lands as he looked to Katherine, ”Let’s see where she leads us”, as he lets out a laugh, asa it dawns on him how hilarious the situation is.

The moment Katie mounted up behind Desmond, he looked over his shoulder with a smile as he said, ”Let’s hear her purr”. Desmond lifts himself up slightly as he stamps down onto the starter as the engine roared to life. A laugh left Desmond's mouth as he took hold of the handlebars and revved a few times before he looked back with one last smile as the motorcycle roared and the wheels squealed, launching the vehicle forward.

On the back of the bike, Katie’s blood was pumping with anticipation. The doctor held her doctor's bag tightly on her lap, knowing it contains fragile and precious contents, but is confident she can keep them safe. After she wrapped her arms tightly around Desmond's waist, she could feels the prewar power of the machine coursing through her body. An excited whoop managed to escape her lips while they take off. With her eyes closed tight and the wind whipping through her hair, it felt like flying. As they hit the open road, she couldn’t contain her laughter, exhilarated by the sheer speed and freedom of the ride. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before, and she hoped that tank would last.

The motorcycle purred and roared as the wind howled and blew. The sun was still blazing down, even as it was getting later into the day, the heat was still visible across the desert, yet for Desmond and Katherine, they felt nothing but the chilling wind. The wheels tore up the little asphalt left behind as the motorcycle began to climb in speed as they had begun to find straighter and straighter ways. All Desmond could do was laugh as this was absurd, stupid even. Yet that didn’t matter, they were right now using the little bit of gas they had left and blazing past ruined vehicles, roadways, and…a sign?

"Las Vegas Exit," Katie squinted to read the sign without her glasses. The wind howled in their ears and the heat of the asphalt radiated beneath them, and the two sped past ruined vehicles, crumbling buildings, and towering rock formations, pushing the makeshift bike to its limits. Katie had never visited Las Vegas before, but she had travelled the Mojave enough to know that the road ahead was full of dangers. She was getting used to the wind in her face now, and was beginning to look ahead on the road, scanning for any signs of trouble. Whether it was with a Brahmin or a bike, the caravan life was all the same, and Katie knew better than to let her guard down. "Hey guy!" She raised her voice again, trying to be heard over the roar of the engine. "Do you see a lot of raiders on this thing?" Subtlety didn't seem like an option on the bike, but Desmond seemed to get the message. This was exactly what she had signed up for.

Desmond turned his head when he heard Katherine speak and answered her fair question, "Oh yeah, but mostly they are afraid of-" Desmond's eyes instantly flicked back forward and yanked on the handle bars, swerving hard and fast.

Desmond abruptly swerved the motorcycle, causing Katie to fear he had lost his mind. However, the sound of a gunshot ahead revealed the reason for his maneuver. In front of them lay a primitive bunker made of rusted cars. Based on the size of the thing, only one raider could fit inside, and the rate of oncoming gunfire only further proved her suspicion. Desmond hit the accelerator, expertly dodging the incoming bullets as they flew past the obstacle. Meanwhile, Katie readied the fuse of a stick of dynamite from the back seat. With perfect timing, she managed to throw the explosive through a narrow opening in the raider's barricade just as they zoomed by. The resulting blast echoed through the air as Desmond let off another laugh as if he was just made a fool by fate itself.

As the demolition duo rode further on, it came apparent that the little fuel they had had finally ran dry. On fumes alone they had made it another mile, Desmond sighed he looked back to his passenger and said, "Well guess we'll be coasting from here on, damn. I swore I had a good-". In that moment a loud whistle blurred as their attention was instantly drawn to what seemed to be a convoy of NCR troopers. Many of them were walking as next to them was a large and imposing vehicle. A four wheeled personnel carrier that seemed to have a large gun atop it, baring down onto them.

Desmond sighed as he stopped and turned the engine of the motorcycle off. Leaving about 100 feet of distance from where stood who he assumed was the commanding officer, a taller man grizzled from the wastes and wore a stern face as he called to the two motorcyclists, "What in the sam hell are you doing out here like that?"

Desmond looked to Katherine and said, "Here, let me talk". Desmond gave a wink before turning to the NCR soldier, "Oh just enjoying the sun set as we race across the desert with the no fuel we got left".

The older NCR soldier responds, "Well that sounds like one tough pickle son, sadly we ain't got fuel to spare to-". In that moment a loud bang and pop came from the engine of the NCR vehicle the grizzled soldier was standing in front of as his eyes widened and turned. Multiple soldiers began clambering out as smoke began to fill the air as there a smile grew on Desmond's face as it seemed fate still did favor him.

"Well, if you can't give the fuel, you wanna trade? I get some fuel and you don't get stranded?"

The look of pure anger and shock filled the man's face as he felt as if the incompetence of some fool nearly stranded them with priceless military hardware in the middle of the Mojave. Yet the young man seemed to offer some trade, skeptical the man asked, "I can tell you may know a thing or two with your bike. You sure you can do this?"

Desmond responded simply, "A Handyman can do anything", as he stepped off his bike and grabbed his toolbox to begin getting to work on the NCR vehicle. Just like any other day.
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