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STATUS: 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
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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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Remember when described Clanette as:
Well apparently that doesn't apply to Daedra, okay?
Well apparently that doesn't apply to Daedra, okay?
Daedra! By the nine divines, at least a dozen of them! Clanette caught an arrow to the lower left ribs just as she managed to raise her ward to catch two more. Her concentration broke and the ward shattered, but thankfully the remaining Dremora were focused on melee now so no more missiles came her way.
Even breathless she managed to utter the cantations required for a flash heal, calling for Stendarr's strength to fight his most vile foes. She pulled the arrow free with cry of pain, noticing split bone and flesh knitting itself back together in its place. She drew her mace and was ready, "By Stendarr, I'm ready! Wretches!" she cried as she charged in alongside the Nord who had clear as day already slain three of them without so much as a scratch. She smacked the last one he had hit in the side of the head, letting out a sickening crunch. The dremora looked like it would die regardless, but there was no harm in making sure. She tried to soothe the northerner's pride "That one still counts as yours!"
The remaining foes kept their distance, eyeing Tulvar more than they were her. A line of four churls stood before them, and a Kynreeve further off in the back. With every step the Nord made forward they stepped back, it was almost enough to make her laugh. The situation gave her more time for further casting, however. Ironflesh took a little while longer to sort than a flash heal, but the telltale itch and cool across her skin was almost pleasing to her as it meant the spell was successful. She let out a warcry and charged forward ahead of Tulvar.
She caught almost every one of their attacks, a sword thumping against her center chest, a mace to her left shoulder and a final sword to the top of her head. Each one gave her a sudden shooting pain, the head-shot particularly, but the pain inflicted was leagues less than if she she had not been under the effects of ironflesh. Though her robes were a little worse for wear Clanette remained undaunted. She'd made little attempt to defend herself, as she wouldn't be able to match them martially anyways, but focused on attack and made swings back for each one directed at her.
She only landed glancing blows for the most part, though she caught one quite harshly on the wrist and another wasn't breathing right after she cracked his ribs. She had succeeded in pushing them back even more, however, right into her charging Nord's warpath.
@Jarl Coolgruuf
Even breathless she managed to utter the cantations required for a flash heal, calling for Stendarr's strength to fight his most vile foes. She pulled the arrow free with cry of pain, noticing split bone and flesh knitting itself back together in its place. She drew her mace and was ready, "By Stendarr, I'm ready! Wretches!" she cried as she charged in alongside the Nord who had clear as day already slain three of them without so much as a scratch. She smacked the last one he had hit in the side of the head, letting out a sickening crunch. The dremora looked like it would die regardless, but there was no harm in making sure. She tried to soothe the northerner's pride "That one still counts as yours!"
The remaining foes kept their distance, eyeing Tulvar more than they were her. A line of four churls stood before them, and a Kynreeve further off in the back. With every step the Nord made forward they stepped back, it was almost enough to make her laugh. The situation gave her more time for further casting, however. Ironflesh took a little while longer to sort than a flash heal, but the telltale itch and cool across her skin was almost pleasing to her as it meant the spell was successful. She let out a warcry and charged forward ahead of Tulvar.
She caught almost every one of their attacks, a sword thumping against her center chest, a mace to her left shoulder and a final sword to the top of her head. Each one gave her a sudden shooting pain, the head-shot particularly, but the pain inflicted was leagues less than if she she had not been under the effects of ironflesh. Though her robes were a little worse for wear Clanette remained undaunted. She'd made little attempt to defend herself, as she wouldn't be able to match them martially anyways, but focused on attack and made swings back for each one directed at her.
She only landed glancing blows for the most part, though she caught one quite harshly on the wrist and another wasn't breathing right after she cracked his ribs. She had succeeded in pushing them back even more, however, right into her charging Nord's warpath.
@Jarl Coolgruuf
@Shiva Sorted! I've uploaded him to the characters tab
@The Fated Fallen It looks pretty good except for just a couple minor things. The first of which being there wouldn't have been any tours to Earth
D'oh!
The second is you forgot a theme song. I know it's a pain, but if you get the right one it can tell a lot about your character's values. Also you can then imagine that song playing whenever he walks into a room.
Coming up with theme songs isn't really my strength, but I'll give it a go!
Finished! A bit close to the deadline, I know, but let me know if anything needs changing
I'll see if I can post something up just before, but don't wait for me
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Sorry it’s so short :(
But sweet! :)
V h i k - C l i k N o t - a - G o b l i n
The Not-Goblin leapt up with haste, sparing not a single thought to the welfare of the barkeep or whoever might need to stay behind. It was fairly easy to keep pace with Pidge, given to Vee-See's scrawnier and ganglier legs, no scrubbing the floor for me!
Vhik-Clik ran straight into the street and was hit by a sudden chilly blast, made worse by her sodden clothes. Thank Molrok, the Goblin god of luck, she had chosen to wear a jumper today and not just her shirt. She put some consideration into lighting a bomb to warm herself up, but the last time she'd done that they'd gotten a guard afterwards to follow her around for 3 weeks until he got lost.
Instead she turned to her companion, "The name's Vhik-Clik Not-a-Goblin, and you must be Pidge, right?" Vee-See made as if to hug a greeting to the slightly shorter Gnome, hoping to steal a bit of body heat in the process
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