As a potential party, thus at least in part a reader, I believe an introduction of sorts or interaction at least in brief would be for the best.
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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
5 yrs ago
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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Absolutely so, this needs end sooner than later before these kobolds create some newer, greater problem, @Hekazu. Brannor will make a ferocious opportunity attack of 20 to hit and deal near maximum damage of 15 slashing in response to the flighty creature. Hopefully it settles this battle for good, at least from this standpoint of it.
With reasons beyond explanation, all too often I find myself brought in to arbitrate matters that are not my own.
@DocRock @Pyromaniacwolf @Dusksong
"Setting aside your assortment of goods, those natural and wrought by the hands of man, you enjoy some time at the spring to drink and recover your strength. Perhaps now would be a good time to revisit the book? Its mysterious have called to you time and again, and there is certainly no rushing the recovery of your stamina after at least a half day spent in the wake of a flaming sea."
Chapter I
"Quietly, or as best that you may muster, you collect a few fallen sticks of sturdy make, hefting them up upon a shoulder. Likewise, you find your pockets now bulging with stones, some of which are certain to make for various tools. The only cost short of time is the renewed hunger and thirst you experience, to be expected after an ordeal as your own which has taxed much of your body. Upon your return to the spring, another few precious gulps of water on mind, you note nothing seems to have intruded on this place even now, leading you and your heart to a sigh of relief. Perhaps you had more blessings than deserved or expected yet whatever the case, fortune smiled on you.""Setting aside your assortment of goods, those natural and wrought by the hands of man, you enjoy some time at the spring to drink and recover your strength. Perhaps now would be a good time to revisit the book? Its mysterious have called to you time and again, and there is certainly no rushing the recovery of your stamina after at least a half day spent in the wake of a flaming sea."
For myself I often find people downplay past events to "rose-tinted glasses" and "nostalgia" but I have yet to experience a situation where that was true to me. All of the same things I enjoyed then, I enjoy and appreciate just as much, if not more, now many years removed from them. If anything it appears that people, for whatever reason, make it a particular point to try and downplay those attachments of others to the past while strongly clinging to what is new and currently popular. Those same people often being the first and foremost to eschew those things they once held to strongly, with a faddish mindset instead pervading.
I have considered playing a "Bring whatever you will." type of campaign for players who are serious about playing their characters in a Dungeons and Dragons setting, namely for nostalgic reasons of people doing whatever they will with characters in online roleplaying, but can fathom no effective way to do this.
"Discrimination must surely award the palm to the superior cat, which has too much natural dignity to accept any scheme of things but its own, and which consequently cares not one whit what any clumsy human thinks or wishes or expects of it."
I find it a very consistent quality of people to disappear with no reason or at the very least, arbitrary, nebulous reasons which they can poorly define or explain.
"A cat is a cat, always."
@DocRock @Pyromaniacwolf
"Venturing down, you pay keen mind to the various provisions made available by this thicker part of the island, hopeful that some of it might translate to physical arms. Stones had not been in short supply and it was not impossible to wager volcanic glass might be somewhere here, so blunt or bladed points were not impossible, neither were those purely made of wood from the palms or thick, tubular plants that might well be bamboo or a relative."
Chapter I
"Transmuting thirst to hunger with a thought, you realize that with your parchment quenched for the time being that food was truly a great concern. While you had not been looking for sources before, surely there would be some things to devour on this island, all while internalizing the hopes of potential rescue. Deserted as it seemed to be, food might be far more scarce than imagined, even assuming the sea's bounty was reliable at all; which in these estranged waters could very well prove challenging. Dispelling this notion, you pack up your equipment and saddle it upon the sweat tinged clothes you wear across your back.""Venturing down, you pay keen mind to the various provisions made available by this thicker part of the island, hopeful that some of it might translate to physical arms. Stones had not been in short supply and it was not impossible to wager volcanic glass might be somewhere here, so blunt or bladed points were not impossible, neither were those purely made of wood from the palms or thick, tubular plants that might well be bamboo or a relative."
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