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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
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The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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One cannot live from anything except what one is.
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The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
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The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.
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The Harbinger of Ferocity
Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten
I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.
My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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In the vein of speaking about things one is to be irrationally annoyed by, I absolutely, positively loathe the style of those who send multiple single sentence and or limited word responses in any medium in rapid succession. It boggles my mind how anyone can live by writing or typing an utterance or two, sending it, then repeating that process three or four times. For God's sake, use sentences and paragraphs; they exist for a reason! Worse yet, this often means messenger devices will incessantly sound their notification that a message was received, making this even more annoying by introducing an auditory or vibrating component that gives the impression something important is taking place.
I suppose this goes in step with my dislike of media devices at large, particularly phones. The rule goes, unless it is absolutely pressing and urgent, say that someone is dying, something that cannot be awaited on in reply like an email, never, and I do mean never, am I to be called by phone. There are few things worse in their level of disproportionate distraction than a ringing, noisy phone, only for it to be a call that serves no purpose.
I suppose this goes in step with my dislike of media devices at large, particularly phones. The rule goes, unless it is absolutely pressing and urgent, say that someone is dying, something that cannot be awaited on in reply like an email, never, and I do mean never, am I to be called by phone. There are few things worse in their level of disproportionate distraction than a ringing, noisy phone, only for it to be a call that serves no purpose.
My favorite color has always been blue. I just looked this up, because I was curious, and I got "If Your Favorite Color Is Blue … You are: Calm, cool, and able to keep things more even keel than most. Blue, the color of the ocean, is often associated with feelings of serenity, so those who love it are often able to find peace and tranquility in places where others do not." Now that I think about it, it does play a major role in my life. I do find peace in the smallest of things, (nature being a huge impact), or even in the way chimes sound in the wind. I suppose you could say I started loving the color as a kid. But really, that explanation up above fits me perfectly, I think. Even though I have other favorite colors (like purple), blue will always be a dominant color for me.
To see us back to actual commentary again, I need ask why purple is related to it? Ignoring the obvious of course, more that I mean you made a specific motion to mention it. So I must ask as a result, what about purple draws you to it and why is it effectively second to your relationship with blue? Aside from the overlap, does this apply to green as well then, given you mentioned a bias in favor of nature?
The White Death is almost assuredly my favorite cryptid, as not only is it a feline, it straddles the world of mythology and folklore with some amount of fact at the same time. It is also one of those legends that has ingrained itself in Western lore despite being from a time before Europeans claimed the Americas.
It should be noted, @Kelewen, that the "campaigns" only hold one-hundred rolls visible in storage unless directly linked to. So if you have or need anything important for a tabletop game and will be rolling quite a bit, as one does, save the associated link and transport it elsewhere. It would be wise in general to just link each roll regardless in the associated post.
Only showing the latest 100 of 390 rolls
If your campaign has over 100 rolls, remind me so that I can build some roll pagination.
Which color is your favorite, @KimHanuel? Does this color "describe" your personality in the usual associations people make with it? Is this color particularly important to you? When did it become your favorite color and why that color in particular? Do you notice a trend of this color in your life, as in you bias toward or against it, or none at all?
I am not eager to watch Mufasa die again, but I am excited for the film nevertheless.
Neither am I, yet I must wonder what will set this one apart in tone most prominently. The majority of these remakes took a far darker, more gritty bent. On a related note as we are down this road of commentary and random facts, while the original The Lion King is the first movie I recall, it was not the first movie I had seen that impacted me.
I am perhaps the only one eager to see a new version of The Lion King, just as I was with The Jungle Book.
I will take a weak hit over a spectacular miss, @Hekazu, no less is it that I cannot imagine kobolds to be too sturdy now. Hopefully it is softened enough that someone particularly devoted to doing the ranged option as it were, would be able to see it off.
The strain on the sinew of the huntsman's bow tightened as the knocked arrow fell further back, the obscuring walls of the cave and their natural shadows affording just enough cover and concealment for the deadly bolt to be not only freed but launched at all. The air within the man's chest quietly exited and his whole body fell into a stillness; eyes watching the beating wings, he timed the shot to try and puncture one. Immediately, as his fingers loosed the shot, the entirety of the arrow launched itself with blinding speed across the cave and dead toward the scaly thing, just as he had peppered the far larger one some nights before. A bow wasn't the man's most masterful application of weapon but it was a deadly tool all the same when the enemy was out of reach, just as they were in the dark, low hang of the cave.
The second fight was on for real now, as the foes had probably realized it was far more than just an insult slinging halfling and an odd shadowed figure or two. Their odd flying knack was going to prove annoying as well but the priestess, old man, and small woman all had shown many times they had ample means to deal with that, not just in raw firepower either but wit. As for the half-blood? Brannor never pretended to know what the wildman had in store and as he knocked another arrow, fletching between his leather shrouded fingers, he was not about to spend the time thinking on it either; the cave, mushrooms, dragons, and now these flying vermin were his concerns.
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The second fight was on for real now, as the foes had probably realized it was far more than just an insult slinging halfling and an odd shadowed figure or two. Their odd flying knack was going to prove annoying as well but the priestess, old man, and small woman all had shown many times they had ample means to deal with that, not just in raw firepower either but wit. As for the half-blood? Brannor never pretended to know what the wildman had in store and as he knocked another arrow, fletching between his leather shrouded fingers, he was not about to spend the time thinking on it either; the cave, mushrooms, dragons, and now these flying vermin were his concerns.
@Hekazu@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
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