The Fox Without

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

XD That is excellent.

Star Wars - Scum and Villiany[Group based]

How much knowledge do I need to have of the star wars universe, I've seen the films and read a few books, playing a table top with some friends, but last SW RP I tried to get in on I got lost in a lot of the jargon, would that be a problem here?

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

MORGAN

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November 18, 8:55 P.M.
West Commons, The Pale Horse

Morgan smirked as he thoughtlessly waved a hand at Baldwin's rebukes towards old names, " Of course Baldwin, I hardly mean to dredge up old tales and stories," he replied, refilling his own glass after Baldwin had set it back down, watching the man eat, obviously enjoying the meal. Something about the man tickled at the back of his mind, like a riddle half remembered, the answer just out of reach.

"After all, we are now citizens of the fair city Voldoa, whose walls protect us and hosts see to all our needs, no longer must we stay sharp for fear of being hunted, nor isolate a meal as the hunter" he continued in what sounded like rehearsed lines , "I'd like to think of myself as a testament to such, after all, I've got a business with customers and everything, just like any well respected man," he said, a thin trail of smoke escaping as he spoke, whipping around in the air like an animal in a trap, "Hell, I'd even go so far as to say we're positively civilized," he said with a sigh, a dark chuckle following after.

Morgan paused, tilting his ear as he thought he heard a baying out in the street. It was probably just some stray dog or perhaps a werewolf, but the sound brought him back to the days where he had ran with the faes of the hunt, the few instances he'd indulge more base insincts. His eyes widened as the memories made him realize what had seemed off about his friend.

Morgan shivered at the memory before his normal calm demeanor returned in a flash, the moment gone quickly. He watched the fellow eating carefully, soaking in the familiar feeling. He'd never be able to explain it to someone who'd never experienced it before. It was that feeling of a power in the air after lightning struck the ground, fast and certain in its arrival. With it came feelings of both immense anger and a tranquil acceptance of peace. It was inevitable and it would not negotiate. Death was a part of Baldwin's near future, and a fair amount at that. With a large grin appearing and tendrils of smoke that writhed and grasped for an unseen target seeped from his collar, Morgan finished his drink and poured himself another glass, topping off the ancient lizard. " But enough of such talk, perhaps you are right, mayhaps it's the future we should set our sights," he said, a laugh escaping his lips. "After all, who knows what could come next."

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November 18, 1:20 A.M.
Market->Arboretum->Overlook

The roads were wind and fury as Morgan sped through them, a mad cackle that had chilled man's blood for centuries issued from his throat as he whipped down streets and through alleyways. Gone were the suits and baubles, all finery of men replaced with the vestiges he had been born with, metal armor of a faded grayish purple tint covering his form, ancient druidic runes carved along them glowing faintly. The night was alight with both the light of a waning moon and the dull blue coming from the iridescently glowing mane of his steed, the creature now resembling less a horse and seeming like some reptilian ancestor, large dark scales covering its skin, save for the head, which was little more than bone and tendons, a sharp whiny escaping the beasts throat now and again, the staccato of hooves on road a war drum to Morgan's ears. It had been much too long for the two of them, hidden behind these walls. While he enjoyed the slice of life he had gained for himself, this is what he had been made for.

He knew he had been following Baldwin's trail, the constant call of death death in his ears had been with him even after the old lizard had left, and mere hours into the night he had handed over control of the tavern to Jacque. The cats knew what he needed tonight, and he was sure they'd come through for him, but little entered his mind now save for the hunt. The air was growing thick with electricity as he entered the Arboretum, passing by trees, wildlife, and dryads with nary a look. He felt two lives coming to an end on the mountain. One of the men was lucky, a blow to the neck on a boulder killing him instantly. The second was not so lucky, as Morgan felt the slow ebb of life drain, he could tell the man had landed on some sort branch, the limb having pierced through his lung, the organ filling with blood every time he breathed.

Morgan looked to where the lights of life were fading away, seeing the mountain peaks in the distance, his destination made clear by the bright flare,as something set ablaze, men on one side of the inferno, a strange winged being on the other. Morgan urged his steed towards the flames, dropping the reins as he grabbed his head from atop his shoulders. His other hand plunged into the gaping hole left, the tendrils of smoke seeming to caress his hand as it entered, searching for a relic of days gone by.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Gah, I'm sorry not trying to ignore him or anything, just kinda juggling all these characters, little more than I usually do.@SepticGentleman

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Ah damn, in that case I suppose I'll have some wait staff take care of jasper now that I've basically finished my convo with horrid, though he should be fun to mess with when you get back, sure Garm and him would be an interesting dynamic.

I'm gonna do a timeskip to interact with the 58 stuff, then throw Garm into the mix, but I'm up for going back and doing Pale Horse interaction with Kaja once he gets there, as well as establish the general idea of what he needs tonight from them after the scene with 58 is done. Welp got a lot of writing ahead of me -_-

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Garm

Garm

Hellhound

Garm has been a resident of Valdoa for a few years now, and made quiet a nuisance of himself in his first years, practically badgering the Engineers for a position as a Hand, known as a showboat for his over the top demonstrations, but he certainly grabbed their attention. Soon he was instated as Hand. Many believed his desprate attempts were caused by the fact that hell hounds rarely go long without a master, and had been simply been trying to gain some semblance of one.

However, mere months after being made a Hand, his personality made a huge shift, going from the placating dog he had been to hardly paying mind to the Engineers, merely doing the minimum to keep his status. Hard to keep track, as he has yet to take to anything resembling a home, nearly as often found sleeping in an alley or the Arboretum as he is to be found in a room for the night. Is known to be a frequent customer to both pubs as well as the women of the night who can be found there. Tends to act spontaneously, doing whatever might bring him some pleasure for the moment without thought of the consequences.

So think he's up to snuff?

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

You could always do what horrid is and I plan in my next post, once horrid responds to my last post, and have two different time periods going on in your posts.
@Cuddle Pot

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

If you want to do that @t2wave, and septic is down with your character, then I've no trouble with it if you really want to play that character. But it's up to you.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Anyone want to be the target of a pissed off, digraced military commander by killing his unit in the supremacy war, got a creature in my next characters backstory who might done that. If not, I can write one up I suppose.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

MORGAN

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November 18, 7:55 P.M.
West Commons, The Pale Horse

Morgan smiled as he relayed the order to Jacque, letting him know to grab the meat from the reserves. Morgan picked up the notes from the table and putting them in the till before excusing himself, returning moments later with an ornate glass bottle filled with an amber liquid. "This, my friend," he started, waving towards the bottle with a theatrical flourish, "is a little something a few associates of mine were able to procure from beyond the walls, I've been assured it's a rather stout drink," he said, placing two short glasses on the table, a few cubes of ice going in before filling them with the scotch.

"I've never been one to second guess my associates, but we may as well check their claims," Morgan claimed with a grin, a pop of his shoulder as he brought up his own cup lifting his head from it's resting space on his shoulders, seeming to slide down his arm in a practiced motion before stopping in front of him. A thin purple mist emerged from the hole, seeming to reach for it recently departed appendage, before being quelled quickly as he dumped the entirety of his glass in, blinking sharply as he felt his body take the drink, "Hellfire and damnation, I may have ripped the fellows off for the price I played." He said, shrugging as he poured himself another glass, "C'est la vie," he finished, seeing Jacque set the ordered food in front Baldwin. The food in front of him hardly resembled that of the aforementioned heffer, the coloration a light pinkish-gray.

"Do enjoy, I'm told she should be particularly succulent, the poor dear being quite young," he said, a sly grin on his face as he placed his head back upon its original place, " but I hear that's how the Lord of the Mountain has always preferred his meals."