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Current We will be serving guests this Thanksgiving. So if you wish to attend be prepared to be roasted and carved...
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Actually Wicked isn't "very good", rather quite the opposite really if you think about it.
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Protip. Next time when some young punk challenges you to a boxing match, tell them you first have to beat Mike Bison/Balrog from street fighters.
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If you're happy and you know it clap your hands!.... Seize them and cut off their hands!
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A true Caesar salad is eaten piece by leafy piece by stabbing each lettuce leaf with a knife.
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@Lady Amalthea

I'm a bit stuck with Ntaj and Thomas, any particular way you care to resolve the last bit Thomas' conversation?
Or should I just have Thomas sort of go on his way?
@shylarah

Actually, I might have two ideas regarding what you may feel was/is missing.

Closure.
I almost want to enter as a rather tongue-in-cheek character...

A reality-warping entity from modern fantasy...
With powers that rip apart the very fabric of the world...
A being that exists upon dimension beyond the understanding...
Like how a three dimensional object ripples the two dimensional world...
Now from the higher plane, far secret and deranged, manifests the manifold...
The Singularity that is known as...

Mitchell.

Mitchell, who with fingers at the keyboard, writes himself into existence, a hero of his own tale, the playwright turned actor.
And uses the complexity of fourth-wall interactions to mock the very nature of the game he was invited to play, leaping from OOC to IC as easily as navigating the webpage. And there Mitchell writes the infinite recursion of how Mitchell controls himself.

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Presented as an average human male in the roleplay, who roleplays on the RPG and uses the RPG to puppeteer his own actions. Erasing mistakes by post edits, escaping into the OOC to avoid IC issues (at which I'd actually have to post that Mitchell is posting on the OOC in the IC...) and all sorts of whacky Roleplayed roleplayer roleplaying a roleplayed roleplayer roleplaying the roleplayed roleplayer.
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Cave, not Forest.
Interacting with: Ntaj


The time has come,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes and trips and battle-axe,
Of skeletons and kings,
And why water is freezing cold
And whether Orc can sing.


"Oh morning Ntaj. Uh, I guess." Robes a bit wetted by the sudden deluge, and thankfully nothing too precious ruined in his satchel, taking a swing of his bag around his shoulder Thomas unfolded himself from his dampened seat. A spell or two, probably just enough for one cast, with just enough trace sunlight peeking through to charge his body for a cast. Usually Thomas required at least till noon to prepare his cosmic attunement, breathing in and out in an almost trance-like state as he focused on the echoes of his distant kin. But it seemed from earshot, the chief wanted them out. Not as much to make peace perhaps but rather to get this rapscallion band of rag-tag merry adventurers out of their encampment. Because they seemed to bring trouble in the form of a bloody smudge.

It was a shame they didn't entrap it. The Crimson Death, now that Thomas had time to properly recall the obscurities. It was time to get his head back into this whole adventuring thing, although judging by the number of not friends he made within the party, it was probably better to stop off at the village they were going to and part ways. At least Ntaj was there. "So, why the sudden rush? Thomas inquired of Ntaj as Thomas surveyed the packing frenzy, deciding the help pick up any items left on the ground around them. Pointing a finger at the objects and guiding the invisible hands which picked them up and gathered what he could in a rather magey way. A mage hand was only useful for unattended non-magical objects, else it would have been great to pick up Keystone's thrown weapon, but clearly to harm the creature it had some magical property right?


"Do you think I should offer Sana another stamina potion? I mean last time it didn't go so well but it might be just what she needs now..."

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Flooded Cave.
Interacting with: Water


Is water wet? True, that water was covered and saturated with itself, however are the boundaries so clear?
Can something that cannot ever be not wet truly be wet? Where does the water end and water begin?
The many mysteries of water.

The wall on the border melted. Glorious ice turning into fleeting water, cold water which did not creep its way through the camp, but rather like a small tsunami engulf it all. Quite a startle to the skin, and certainly soaked his robes, to which Thomas sprang up from his seated meditation. A quick note of the ice wall having melted down explained it all, he probably should have had melted it all down earlier, the heat to evaporate all the waters. But all magic seemed to have a price, and the price for protection was, as it appeared being completely chilled by ice water.

Perhaps it would be a good time to take leave. The fire's out, and Sana seems to be awake from what Thomas could see so far off from the group. That or Keystone was just doing his morning callisthenic lifts with a person.
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Deep in the Haunted Acre Woods, Where Ghoul, Ork and Goblin Play...
Interacting with: No one again


Meditation and meditation.
Nothing more than erudition,
in the light and dark of the hours,
basking by day for thine powers.
Resting there in seated place,
soaking what channels space,
dream state of higher plane,
empties the mind and brain.
summoned sunbeams filter through,
and cosmic magic empowers you.

Still nothing from Thomas, who calmly dozed into a daze, tranquil in his meditation and easing off the pain of his fall. It was sometimes a waste of time for a caster to spend so long, but sorcerers like Thomas, especially young ones, needed to attune their bodies to the innate powers. Unless they wildly tap into forces that would tear themselves apart. Still though with the next cycle, Thomas should have his flares renewed, and perhaps a cast or two of light. Depending on when the team picked up.

Assuming after all they bothered to wake him from his state of meditation.
@RomanAria

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-Give me a minute here-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Now who will give me feedback on my writings through the eyes of a new overworked uni student?


To defeat the... Undead?

It seems everyone prefers to skip over the travel time and do a training montage or something :)
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Terra Firma
Interacting with: No one


Well, that was embarrassing. A failure of embracing, or perhaps an overabundance of it once Thomas hit the ground. Yes the ground was more than willing to embrace Thomas as he fell back on his arse. Which just goes to prove even the cleverest of mages are no match for the most foolish monkey. It would have been to have climbed a bit higher but his robes and sleeves made climbing difficult. Perhaps if he were clad in leather or spandex (What is spandex?) with the dexterity of a limber cat, then perhaps Thomas would have been able to prevent his fall from grace with a bit of grace. Yet perhaps it was the dharmatic way of the universe to punish him, if not a dramatic way. For one so high to be felled so low, but it wasn't his pride that hurt most, no falling from a distance and landing squarely on the unforgiving earth was more than winding. Luckily no neck was broken, but it would be a soreness to move.

"Ugh... Thomas rubbed the back of his head with a scruffed hand. His eyes still dizzy as his vision blurred. His shoulders felt twisted, his coccyx snapped forward and his legs heavy. It was probably a fair assumption Thomas would just lie there for a bit. The Sun was calling, and he did need to meditate under its light to recharge his spells. But for now maybe a little rest would do him well, if that ice wall doesn't melt in the next hour, he'd need to expend a spell or two to melt it. Assuming someone needed it gone.
@Lady Amalthea@Sigil

May I have a Climb tree check for Thomas?
I'm not sure if he's formally trained in climbing...
For the next post :)
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