The Grey Dust

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

Done. :)

But what about the ROUS's?

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

Should I do a check to see if Thomas avoids the fire or?

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

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Campgrounds.
Interacting with: Keystone, Sana, & the ground.

Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took,
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again, You kiss by the book..

I have heard of star-crossed lovers, what but a lover-crossed star? What wordplay, what humor, how the Bard himself would turn at such a revelation, a revolution that came full circle. Now what of Thomas? Where did the shy and rambling boy go off to, and whereforth did this pretentious ball of grandiosity came into being? His syntax taxing to the mind and unpleasant to the ear, his insults dripping of arrogance and venom, but such highbrow common was uncommon indeed. Something about bread, cooking, gods, monkeys, undead, and fire, depending on how attentive the orcs were, if indeed Thomas was speaking loud enough to let the orc camp hear, which he may have in his crescendo of telling off Keystone. A soliloquy a day keeps the Bards paid and playing away, as they say. Although what exactly did the orcs understand of the didactic scolding Thomas dared venture against a man like Keystone is up for debate. Perhaps they did understand every word of it, or perhaps they merely obtain glimpses into a knowledge as vast as space itself and drew madness from it.

Yes, a deep and sweet madness. Like thickest honey mixed in with blackest ichor, vile and repulsive, difficult to swallow and digest, but oh so sickly sweet. Craving and longing, as it drips from your open mouth, the breath wanting more and more, forever to be weaned on the breast of the elders. The addiction, it gnaws, it bites, and nibbles away, nothing tastes better than to bleed it dry. Until your eyes weep of the very same, until your blood becomes the sacred bile. When does it end? Never. The torment is forever, it is the burden and curse of knowing, of power. And that is why perhaps the stars, as dark hearted as they are, are so alone.

It was too late to react. Far too late. Even preparing a spell would take longer, despite the dilation of time itself in such perception. Otherworldly was the feeling, as death comes from the astral seas, an invisible horror stalking and waiting. There as if everything happened in slow-motion, a dance done in the eyes as voices became silence, and footsteps faded into dust. A fist was a blur, a limb as defined as a tentacle, a face in frustration became shapeless mass. Bodies became clouds, vision became in limbo. What words could describe the experience? Was this it?

Another mass, another formless being, pushing him away from behind. The whipping tendrils of the astral reaper withdrawing, and now the star has fallen. Pushed into the earth, by the force of getting rear-ended. Which to be fair wasn't a bad way to go given the circumstances. Better a decently attractive woman to push you to the ground with that rather than a man smashing your face in with something of his. But how the prideful was served the dust, now, his life seemingly saved, and yet his ego bruised.

Falling at least with a bit of grace, although Sana might feel that Thomas was rather easily bumped about given his current phase and its detachment to the earth and earthly devices. So too may have Keystone felt his target slip from his grasp like a fish threw his fingers, not that the chef would probably have ever admitted such an event would occur.

But now it was out of the frying pan and... Into the fire.

Or a least towards it, though his footing may be at a lost, landing into a fire would not be ideal. And thus perhaps attempting to shift his weight to one side over the other as to steady his descent and control his fall over to one side of the flames. Flames which brightly blinded his dark gaze, flames which threatened to consume his very being. Or at least his robes. Depending on how fast the flames could set Thomas alight. At which maybe he would need to fight fire with solar fire. But that would certainly not help his condition, as with fever and chills, he was not going to be in for a productive night.

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

Well this is quite the scene.

I'll see what I can add in tomorrow :)

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. The ironic twist is now that every roleplay you are ever involved in decide the roleplay is stale and suddenly all roleplay stops.

I wish to undo my last wish.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. You are now a 72-year-old virgin. Get thee to a nunnery.

I wish for Cheese, for everyone!

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

:P

I hoped to have some fun with this triple personalities.
If he survives to spellcast he'll probably revert back to Sun which is more affable.

then again anything is more affable compared to star...

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

:)

I never thought I'd be able to pull off that joke in an RP.



Sassy Betty.

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

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Campgrounds.
Interacting with: Satilla, Keystone, Sana.

Such agitation. Fools of simpler minds could not comprehend the vastness of the cosmos. Could they not see it? Were they blinded by the darkness of their own ignorance? Or Were they blinded by the light of his own brilliance? Even now this woman laughed like in euphoric mania worthy of the Mad Gods. The blind idiot who desires the world to dance around themself, dancing to the tune of its own design. The dread names whispered among the stars, for even beyond their reach were the epicelestials, beings said to be of tremendous might and power, the god of gods which rule over the gods. And their names were nameless, unspoken but described in ways befitting to them. Only those loremasters would know the true names of these things, but even they grasp at straws. For perhaps they do not actually exist at all, or perhaps they do and they choose not to.

"Hrmph. Bread is not enough for me. Your culinary efforts will be reduced to excrement within its passing after consumption. Knowledge remains. And though in your skills may craft a meal worthy of the gods themselves, it was your mind which forged the nectar and ambrosia lest you are merely a brain-dead monkey who prepares meals by plucking from the chaos a concoction of pure luck rather than thought. You cannot sate my appetite for knowledge in this life. So perhaps in terms you shall understand, I shall ask of you in the colloquial befit of a man of your profession and brow: Simmer Down."
Not keen on making friends here, having told off Keystone in a direct confrontation with nary a glance at the aforementioned explosive chef. The megalomaniac version of Thomas was a far cry from the shy and almost-inept one about an hour or two earlier. Yet no one has brought it up or directly asked the Sorcerer himself regarding the 120 degree shift in personality, maybe they didn't care, or perhaps they never had experienced a sorcerer in their midst.

"Very well." A rather laconic response for Satilla, contrasted to the long-winded, grandiose, and near-philosophic or perhaps sophistic report given toward Keystone.

"As for your concern of undead, the pursuit of knowledge is a worthy venture. Great sages of old have delved deep into the inferno, angered the very gods, and it is said the knowledge of this very fire was stolen from either the heavens or the abyss. And it is better to die one step closer to enlightenment, lest you would rather live in ignorance. As such perhaps it is best that indeed I stay, these in so far quiet orcs may keep better company than a hysteric and militant."

There it returned. The haughty arrogance as he practically volunteered himself to stay in the company of orcs. Maybe he should have eaten something, as he heard Sana's snickers, because someone really ought to tell Thomas he's not him when he's hungry.

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

@Sigil Sorry I had envisioned Keystone saving a few tubers for supply purposes. I wasn't sure if they all went in the stew or not. The meat I could see being used up, but the veg could be saved I thought. Is that alright or?

Also Keystone vs Thomas, should be interesting. I'll try and post sometime tomorrow afternoon. Maybe.