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5 yrs ago
Current Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are?
5 yrs ago
I also bow down to you, Vox. You're still here and that's what counts!
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5 yrs ago
I bow down to you, Altered Tundra. Keep on keeping on, you legend!
5 yrs ago
I'm fighting my procrastination to try and keep my daily posts at 1.51 instead of 1.50. I didn't realise it'd be this much of a battle!
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6 yrs ago
Retail is just a cancer of the soul
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Alice was spirited to see her companions join in with her jaunty song, though she made sure to keep her volume in check when Calanon went off to explore, realising that it was much more likely they would caught unawares without their chief scout. In his absence she made sure to be extra alert, casting her own auguries and inspecting the local flows of energy. All clean and free of tampering, as far as she could tell, though if the sorceress they encountered the other day bore a grudge Alice would have very little way of foretelling her presence. Though Alice knew of very few ways to mask her own casting she didn't doubt a Dorcha would know many techniques no human had even conceived of.

Still, her Vrettonian pride would not allow her to think the likelihood of detection impossible, so she kept at it. She was just gazing out across a clearing when she because aware the party was under attack, more because of the shouts of alarm and the tensing of the local aura than the creature itself.

Calanon returned atop his Stag, which he was lucky to have as Alice could think of no other creature that would be able to outrun the abomination in pursuit. Alice could not recognise it, she had never read it's description in any studies she'd done, but she could imagine well enough her poor wizard frame getting quickly stuck on one of the three spikes or crumpling inwards on that tail and so she quickly skipped behind the nearest fighter, Nicademus. In her alarm she even let out a Vrettonian curse as she scrambled for her weapons.

She didn't exactly have a plan to deal with this, except for something she'd read in a book. When confronted by a wild beast parties are always supposed to stand together in formation, to scare it off, but that plan already seemed in shambles as everyone was already scrambled. She salvaged what she could and stood close to the knight, saying to him "Shout for everyone to stand together, Ser Knight," she started summoning her energies, "And any advice would be well appreciated."

She didn't know if her plan would be followed, and was prepared to jump away or with Nicademus at the slightest hint of the situation changing.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@BCTheEntity@Fetzen@Stormflyx@Mortarion
@IcePezz I'm all the happier for having seen you, thanks. I'm still posting late and generally being a discredit to the site, unfortunately, but I'm trying! How is it going for you these days?
Teehee Poo’s rp’s are so epic, there is a waiting list :p
*slips back into hiding*


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IcePezz! Is that really you?
Aaaand posted. Hopefully everybody likes it; just need @Gardevoiran to updoot for that particular scene, I believe.


Send that baby to Vegas, he's gonna win a big one for Mumma
Kiera be like...





Also our page count for the OOC is 69, just so we're all aware
@BCTheEntity That's both good and sad to hear, hopefully it'll be smooth sailing for a while now. I'm glad to hear you're alright now
@BCTheEntity Work is super busy and sleep is a myth :'(

How're you?
One terrible song later...

It's a marching song, they aren't supposed to be good! That's what I'll tell them; I made it bad deliberately. They'll never know the truth...
Despite Argon's generous offer to let Alice ride on his back for the scouting trip, she decided to walk. She couldn't help a small smile creep up to her lips however, the mental image of her charging into battle on the back of the lizardman was certainly amusing. What certainly unnerved her about their reptilian friend was how he stooped over and walked along, like some bloodhound on a hunt. She would have thought his eyes better from his higher vantage point since they had no trail to follow but what would she know? She had never been in Argon's shoes.

Despite only having met maybe a few weeks ago, or even a day ago, Alice felt safe in her present company. The terrain was easy enough and she fancied the weather pleasant, at least for a few hours. Light enough to spot a dark elf creeping through the brush though? She hoped she wouldn't have to find out, or that she wouldn't spot them too late. Figuring that the party would be spotted long before being heard, she couldn't help but strike up some Dwarven marching song, not too loud and always ready to stop should someone ask her to.

Speak of your travels, sing of your deeds,
The life of a Dwarf is long!
So pump those legs, grab you some mead!
March and sing for throng!

In many years past, I swore to a king,
The life of a Dwarf is long!
Now many years past, I do his bidding,
March and sing for throng!

I marched with him in winter, I never did waver,
The life of a Dwarf is long!
Now we made it through winter, Gaundet's favour,
March and sing for throng!

In spring we battled, against rog and goblin
The life of a Dwarf is long!
In summer we settled, our foes since fallen!
March and sing for throng!

In autumn we mined, riches untold!
The life of a Dwarf is long!
Come Drakesfeast we toasted, to our glorious hold!
March and sing for throng!


She couldn't necessarily say Dwarves were the best song-writers or improvisers, nor could they carry the finest tune, but with all shortcomings Dwarves made up for it with their heart. Seemed like all could use a little heart around this part of the world, especially in light of current circumstances
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