The Harbinger of Ferocity

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One of the most desired changes for my life going forward is that I attribute more time to personal research and study. It needn't be explicitly relevant to my interests, tangential at very least, but should be practical and useful knowledge to know.

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Bloody Roar was the only fighting game series I appreciated.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

@Polybius @Dark Light @Pyromaniacwolf @DocRock @Voltus_Ventus

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Chapter I

"Prying yourself from the sand, you manage to come to seated. With great struggle of aching bones, you rise from kneeling thereafter and find your feet unsteady. The surreal encounter gone for the time being, you attempt to steep yourself in the reality at hand, assuming it was there so much as at all. Your surveying suggested little of initial use, aside from the debris upon the beach and that your situation may be only slightly better than the threat of oblivion. Here on this shore, behind you lies a sparse jungle, and beyond to the sea lies flames of catastrophe and the ashes of its wake."

"As fortune may have it, the warmth of the ambient environment made the cold chill of your drenched wear less miserable but it forewarned of other threats. Such an environment would be rife with insects and storms, experiences you are not uninitiated but would only serve to complicate matters. For now, the question became what to do first."

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I spent many, many nights staring into the darkness and remembering things I do not recall. In those sleepless periods, where I was to wake, I wrote many strange and abstract things that only served as meditations and reflections on my person. They were often incoherent, train of thought, but better than the alternative of drifting off to sleep and facing severe reprimand for it. With the added benefit of piecing together musings that come when the mind is left to itself. In many ways I became so accustomed to this that I now near envy that period of seeming eternity as it allowed going to the places I never imagined. It opened the doors to confrontations with the self and soul.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Excellent news to hear on both accounts, that you have returned to us and that we are thinning the herd of monsters. Best of luck with regard to the new schedule for you, @Hekazu. Changes in tempo are not things I am particularly fond of myself and tend to cause chaos no matter how minor they are.

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I have at length considered what I wish to be imparted upon my epitaph, as well as the tomb itself.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

"You would have lived longer..." The huntsman snarled, his voice rising as he wheeled about with wicked speed. For something so seemingly armored, he was surprisingly agile, and wielded the large sword as an able extension of himself. The flash of steel turned directions and like a seeking shot, the whipped edge chased after the attacker with the dagger. Parting the air, the sword swung violently, and if the kobold were unfortunate this "queen of dragons" would lose another supplicant to the vengeful protectors of Greenest.

His feet atop the silted floor slid to a halt as he brought the weapon back around to be inline with his strong side; hit or not, the next attack was coming against the other verminous creature. He breathed in again, this time tasting the foul cave's air tinged with blood, "... had you given up." It never mattered to Brannor if the monsters could understand him at this point, one way or another he would see them dead for, but it was hard to restrain that wanton wrath that lied at heart. Channeling it other ways was the safest of options and if that meant words, words would suffice.

Rolls

Brannor rolls a 16 to strike the kobold that had just attacked him with a dagger, a 7 for advantage if the attack would have benefit from it. If the attack lands, the greatsword deals 13 slashing damage to the target. Brannor will still make the first attack of opportunity he can against a provoking enemy.

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

"People talk sometimes of a bestial cruelty, but that's a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. The tiger only tears and gnaws, that's all he can do. He would never think of nailing people by the ears, even if he were able to do it."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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The subtitle found under my actual title that I took up, "Aspect of the Ferine", was a potential username in place of this one. They merely would have swapped roles as they are now. The reason this title took precedence is because it served as a better name and address, such as that of "Harbinger"; i.e., "The Harbinger wrote..." and those similar.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

@Polybius @DocRock @Dark Light @Pyromaniacwolf

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Chapter I

"Like a pawn cast from the board, so too did you fall with a start. The shallows of thought behind you, you awoke with a start upon the sandy shore and beheld from where you laid a fire in the sky. A surreal glow filtered down from above, pocked with ash snow. The warm glow among the deep midnight and what surely were the stars beyond pulled your conscious to. This was no dream no more, you were alive again, or as alive as a dead man could be. There was no crow of gulls on the wing, no breeze through your hair, and nothing but the ambiance of the tranquil waves and the knock of wood that lapped against the beach."

"As fate would have it, the life of a sailor might well have saved you, only to confront you with wherever you were now; somewhere outside the darkness of your own fading heart. Still craning, now straining your neck to see, you managed to look down from your resting place upon your battered limbs. You were gouged here and there, red wounds open but not seeping, stared back at by the snarling pantherine tattoo that lined your inner arm, accompanied by a serpent and dagger on the other. The glow however, between your waterlogged boots, came from a tremendous blaze on the horizon, far beyond where eyes dared reach. Whatever had transpired there surely brought you here to this shore and called down the ashes that nested on you."