The Grey Dust

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Campgrounds, conveniently placed nearby an orc army.
Interacting with: Sana, Satilla, and NOT Skittles.

Mordykhan's Magnificent Mansion.
For when your party wants to party,
As Mordykhan was quite the party wizard.
Parlor tricks and flashy magic, all to entertain,
and perhaps that's what killed him in the end,
as he never saw his own death coming.

Well it was a good balance of people it seemed, but Thomas could not help but think they were a bit lacking on the close-quarters. Two or three casters sure, but which one was an actual battle mage? The rest he figured would be good with a bow, but if the enemy gets without arm's reach then what? They really could have used a tank proper. A tinman that could be punched around and still stand, and maybe even heal his own cuts and scrapes while they all focus on him. Or maybe they could use a manipulator who could buff them with various arcane spells. Maybe he should have been one of those instead, yet it was not in the nature of his spells. Was it?

"Okay, um, if you need me I'll be meditating to change and charge up some spells, just in case we are attacked... By undead. Yea, Undead..." With a nod to Sana, and using his newly carved staff-crutch-cane the sorcerer walked over to the fire. Fire yes, keep it small, nothing large, a campfire right? Not a blazing inferno that could turn an entire building to ash? Mere cinders remained and he was caught in the center of it all. The pyre cremating everything. Into the dancing flames, flickering about, their orange red and yellow bodies like fairies flitting to and fro. Whatever beauty there was, there too was danger. And what a fatal attraction it would be to stick your hand to grab its brilliance?

Wordlessly he chose his spot, beside Satilla, yet out of reach from her cat hopefully. That wicked beast, as cute as it looked, it was probably just as dangerous as the flames. Yet it seemed she too was lost in a haze of events, and perhaps gazed into the flames or the comfort of her feline friend to be mesmerized. So too would Thomas have to calm himself and detach himself from the world. From Sana, from Ntaj, from Satilla. These mortals here below, they were not of his kind. He belonged with them, his body was merely a weak and pitiful vessel, barely able to contain him. Oh how the distant stars call for their kin!

The changes began. Slowly at first, inside to out. By the next hour Thomas would have shifted his cosmic attunement from the moon to the stars. his skin would recolour from its moon-state pallor, his charm and sickliness traded for wisdom and detachment. And the Light which shone upon him, shall show a different Thomas.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Assuming I am not too terribly bloated with crab. I will get a post up later this evening.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Pardon the edit, I had not hit refresh on my other tab to check if anyone posted after Sigil :P

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: convincingly Friendly Menacingly Armed-to-the-teeth Orc Warband.
Interacting with: Sana, Ntaj, Keystone and a horse named Epona.

When fate opens the path to thread upon,
The possibilities for you in store,
and since all the others are swiftly gone,
One does not simply walk into more doors.

If Master Wolfgang were here, he'd probably wager that killing all these orcs would give a massive boost to the party's experience and reputation. But then again he could probably cast a spell and incinerate half of whatever it was they had so unwittingly walked into, and another spell would have made the survivors dance irresistibly. The old wizard had a sense of humor after all, and the irresistible dance spell was relatively harmless, if not exhausting. Best done on mass quantities for some entertainment. And sometimes Thomas wished he was just as proficient with spells as his master was. It would make everything so much easier, instead of being such a glass cannon, fragile and weak. Did they mistake his form for being so sickly? Such now that Ntaj had carved out a walking stick/staff for Thomas to use? (of which he graciously accepted anyways, despite being atop a horse making it difficult to wield weaponry and objects of such length without falling). It was certainly no mystical rod or reality-warping staff, the lack of enchantments and makeshift nature of the object would make for a laughable wizard's implement. But at least he could stand up and maybe even whack a few orcs before they decide to disembowel them all. How much is it for a resurrection (not even a true resurrection mind you, but certainly not a botched up soul-infused golem or zombie) these days?

"Um...Err..." The boy flushed rose as he tried to manage the staff across his lap without causing to much movement for Sana while sitting behind her. There certainly was a distinct lack of words as Thomas tried to recover from the tongue-in-cheek reference to where he was sitting, and whatever it meant as he swallowed his hesitation. "A pleasure Sana, I'm Thomas, Thomas Richard Harrison, Master Wolfgang's Apprentice." A more formal introduction with a distinction of being some old wizard's apprentice, which carried weight if and only if Sana was familiar with wizarding circles. Of which Thomas suspect few actually were since, he was probably the only one wearing colorful ornate robes which practically begged for highwaymen and robbers to take the clothes off his back. At least is wasn't mistaken for a dress right? If anything it's not a dress it's a tunic okay?

So back to present company as now there was an actual throng of orcs before them, as opposed to the pack of orcs earlier which had greeted them ever so merrily. All as ugly and dangerous looking as the rest of them. At least the party's two half-orcs would possibly help diffuse cultural tensions, or perhaps they would add them. Then again they were not above using CrèmeWeiss or whatever the old guy's name was. At least the goose was well-cooked, Thomas usually strayed away from meats, but a bit of succulent goose was more than tempting enough to take a nibble or two while riding with Sana. And ah yes there was that issue of how Thomas leaned forward a bit and almost seemed to hide behind her as they approached the orc den.

"I've got one spell that can take down a single target. Well pretty much depends on the moon tonight, just um, point at the one you want me to blast and then get us out of here..." A whisper of a plan in case of a betrayal as Thomas used Ntaj's gift to assist him in getting off Epona and back down on Terra Firma. Not as much a rejection of help but a want to maintain some degree of independence. "I think I can manage for now, thank you for letting me ride with you though um... Even it is was in Wench Seat."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I'll be posting later this evening :)

There is no labor day for me :C

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

:C

And now I suddenly believe this thread has a potassium Deficiency.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I vote for a Gnome Tinkerer.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I do hope everything is within reason.
You know I love my 4th wall breaks (hopefully no problems with the narrations).

:) Time to go collapse in on myself and sleep. Goodnight everybody!

Also Congratulations on the Wedding (to be)

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Surprise Justice Leage + Suicide Squad mashup?
Interacting with: Satilla, Sana, and a horse named Epona.

Need maketh kings trade kingdoms for a steed,
Steed maketh fields tilled for planting the seed,
Seed maketh kings with his kingdoms to feed,
Feed the horse for it is a god indeed.

Nations rise and fall, some at a trot, others a gallop. For in the days of old the divinity of the horse was certainly embraced. Though it provided no milk, nor feathers, nor eggs, nor song (although sometimes questionably meat and hide), it was indeed valued as a fine commodity. Better than an ass as the seat of generals and kings, a creation worthy of the gods for in its Duplicity, it was both wild and tamed. The way its muscles moved in full gallop as it roamed free the plains contrasted starkly so as it turned the mill when reigned. A lance to joust, a sabre for cavalry, and even a bow or chariot, the first weapon of war so valued to crave out the borders of kingdoms. And so too was the horse a farm animal in times of peace, and so too was the horse an animal of leisure and play for a foxhunt or pleasurable riding. For in the future, these farseers and clairvoyants could see that in a new age of machine and metal, perhaps it was fitting is to be called Horsepower.

"Exhausted is better than dead. Quite possibly undead too." Now that ruminations on the symbolism of a horse is complete, Thomas chimed up to Satilla's comment regarding not casting any more spells. It was probably a better idea not to cast any spells, but it was easier to suffer now, than to feel nothing later. Although before another philosophical discussion occurs on the soul, undeath, and death blossoms, perhaps it was better to nip it in the bud and just go along with the general group decision to team up with the Orcs. Not Thomas' first choice of action given the Orcs are after all Orcs. Ugly, smelly, and monstrous Orcs, half-orcs were at least tolerable, but full on orcs? Probably wiser to keep them at Sword's length. Enough to swing a sword, and to avoid their stench and general grossness (they are quite large after all).

Right the other person who offered to help him up a horse, as Thomas bade Satilla a nod checking to see if she would discharge him. There's probably some sort of inappropriate joke to be made there but there is absolutely zero intent in Thomas mind at least, for now, maybe if he was not burning up internally. Not Kyra, of whom Thomas has associated with that wolf-thing (nice doggy...), but seemingly someone else who was a leader of the group. Curiously it seemed Thomas was probably the only one with some sort of animal companion (or was an animal), other than that Chef Bloke who Thomas suspected probably either would have cooked his or was in his sack of belongings that seemed to calm him down some as everyone took back their gear and then some from an old sneaky merchant from the broken-down cart.

"She's a beauty." The boy's hand grazed over the mare's dark side. Enough animal husbandry points certainly would mean Thomas knew a thing or twelve about horses, growing up a farmboy and well, nevermind that. Unless of course Thomas was actually talking about Satilla, or Sana. But no, he was referencing the horse, although a boy his age may find either women also attractive and possibly be in their good graces to notify them of such thoughts as innocently as possible. It was certainly not his first time mounting a horse, or riding one for that matter, although he was hardly proficient in riding a horse for say something like a battle or pony-express, he could hold his own on the animal and certainly found his way up as with Sana's help Thomas managed to add a bit more to Epona's carrying capacity as he gently patted the horse's sides with his hands.

"Thanks, fever should clear up by sunrise," Thomas explained as he shifted himself to better seat himself "I um, is there anything I can do to contribute? I mean I feel sort of bad just... It is after all supposed to be some sort of adventuring test or whatever it was Old Wolfgang sent the boy on, and Thomas wanted something to do to feel less like a invalid within the party. Maybe Sana or Kyra had some ideas? Between learning from Satilla Of course.

Somewhere in another parallel dimension a man in green is playing a tune...

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@The Grey Dust

The <cue rimshot here> is indicative of a punchline. I'm yanking you. In with the good air, out with the bad. Do what you've got to do.

@Sigil

I've not yet had my morning tea.

I was Thinking of this. Of which would also possibly help, but not my liver.