Tracyarmav

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

@Zelosse C'mon old man, you're holding up the show!! :P

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

Day 17, Evening.
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar

Many minutes later, Edgar managed to regain control of himself. He dried his eyes and headed back into town. He had work to do, and all of his gear was still in the vault. He pulled out the items he needed, and found a space to get to work. Several other players and NPC's were at work, busy making arms and armor for the small army of individuals playing the game. Most of them made better gear than Edgar could, but they also seemed to ruin their materials more often. The price of moving on, before achieving mastery it seemed, was an occasional failure and some wasted mats. It didn't seem like much, unless you were looking at the long view, and though everything was here limited quantities... then it was wasteful, but still the best players were leveling faster than their smithing supporters, forced to rely on quest drops and NPC gear until the crafting guilds caught up.

Edgar pushed those thoughts aside and sent a short PM to his two party members, asking if they needed or wanted anything he could craft, most of it would be below their level, but if they hadn't been able to find a particular piece of armor in a long time, he might be able to improve their gear somewhat. He mostly focused on making new gear for himself, he needed it badly. It didn't take him long, and he didn't waste anything, which a few players noticed, though his materials were all beginner mats, he managed to forge some decent gear, it certainly looked cool. One of the other players asked him for a decorative helm and shield, In exchange he offered a weapon of the next tier. Edgar agreed, and got lucky. The spear he got was a critical success, and gave an extra bonus to his critical chance and damage, on top of the flat agility bonus. It's head also glowed a deep red when not being used in a skill, which would make it fun to play with, but it required a minimum player level of 12 to be equipped, so Edgar stored it in his inventory, saying he wanted keep it as a surprise for now.

His trading partner smiled, thanked Edgar for his work, and went back to his own work. Edgar checked his messages and set to work on whatever requests had been made if any, before making a few more spare sets to sell for spare cash. This took most of the afternoon to finish, and he would focus on getting these done before allowing himself to be pulled away for anything else. Once he's done he heads back to the inn for supper, sending a second message, alerting his party members to his new location, and his readiness to travel and do whatever he had to, to catch up. On his way to the inn, he saw a PC selling throwing spears, a bundle of single use spears that debuffed a target. Thinking that a bit of range could help him close the level gap with some speed, he invested in two stacks of fifty throwing spears, though it just about cleaned him out of spare change. Edgar didn't worry about it since he knew he could just earn the cash back with a few hours at a forge.

Entering the Inn, Edgar found an empty seat at the bar, not knowing if he'd find anyone to dine with or be pulled away to do something as soon as he finished his meal. He looked around the room after ordering, to see who else might here, planning to grab his order and join his friends if he saw them, or just eat at the bar if he didn't.

"One Shepherd's Pie, and a large Cider please."

Masters of the Hidden Valley

I hope this isn't a trend in the voting, we'll tie every three rounds... what would a tie mean or the clan?

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

@Dead Cruiser

Apologies for not doing more to welcome you new writers, I should be doing more. Anyone is free to walk up to Calder and interact at any time. He's not the most social of creatures, so he usually let's others initiate conversation, unless he needs something, and now he's kinda distracted watching over Ludelle who spent... a month? Sorry I don't recall, in prison being tortured/saved by Sirius and others, a long lovely convoluted story from start to finish to be sure. So he's unlikely to initiate anything IC, though I'll be happy to have him start something if I need too.

Masters of the Hidden Valley

@Shorticus

Well that's great! I still want you to get better!

@Lauder

I'll second that.

@Shorticus
Get well soon!

@Mardox

and that. I hope you're better than ever before by next sunrise!

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

It's short and shite, but it's something, sorry. :/

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

A First

Wind Wild

Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren

Day 3, Noon

... Deciding to steer clear of that line of thought she approached the nearest unfamiliar face and decided it’s time to start anew.

“Hello there. My name is Ludelle, what is yours?” She smiled, holding out a hand.

@Wind Wild

Calder Dylan walked slowly, well slowly for a troll, but that was little consolation for Ludelle, who was walking beside him. He hoped today would help her acclimate to her new environment. He'd heard of her altercation with Adéla a week prior, and was sure that other events had transpired between them since. He was a bit disappointed that Ludelle clung so tightly to her shattered past, but he didn't let her see that. Instead he simply tried to encourage her to see what she had now, and to recognize that the family she had here wasn't going to cast upon the rocks. She seemed at least, to finally be comfortable with his own presence and to start trusting him. It would take her a long time to heal from everything she'd been through; if anything her scars rivaled Adéla's, though Ludelle's were emotional in nature.

As we approached the courtyard, Calder altered his aura slightly, to make it visible as a thin swirling cloud of snow and ice. That, and the way light flowed through it to his midnight blue suit, gave the impression that he was walking under water, with out soaking everything around him or impeding his ability to communicate with others. As they reached the courtyard proper, Calder stopped with Ludelle, and watched her scan the crowd, hoping she wouldn't cause a scene, but understanding some scars leave little room for rational thought. He smiled as Ludelle introduced herself someone new. Calder stayed close, but didn't hover or try to jump into her conversation, he just wanted to keep an eye on his patient, so he could help her heal as quickly as possible. He surveyed the area for himself, and nodded to Sirius, though there was no warmth in it, and winked at Adéla, she did look nice her new uniform. He also saw several new and old faces in the crowd. He smiled at any who would meet his gaze, but was otherwise content to stand quietly, his hands clasped in front of him, as he waited for to be transported to the wedding with everyone else.

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

Am I waiting for Sif to show up or no? I'm good either way, just wanted to know.

Animal Army

Isa : Anisim Misolav

Isa watched the new girl approach him, wondering what she'd do first. So that had bothered her, figures, the joys of being a cat. He was about to respond, to Fiona when Shaun showed up and handled the introductions for him. Alana, though, he'd missed her entrance, though it was little wonder why, she was trying so hard to not be noticed. Isa wondered of the scientists were getting sloppy or if Vlad was getting impatient. Isa could be a faunas, as the kids had taken to calling their mixed forms, thanks to some popular animated show about colors or some such. But he rarely was, preferring to be all tiger, or all man, at any given time. No matter, if the new pup wanted to be thrashed by Luci, that was her problem. And Isa wasn't to disappointed in being left to pair off withe the bird, she might be tasty.

Isa finished his meal, and then jogged over to Alana's table, and setting his paws on the table across from her. He hoped she wouldn't take long to finish her plate. Isa's tail twitched, as he watched Alana finish eating. He was eager to see if her pretty wings could really carry her, and if so, for just how long? Was she a humming bird, always flapping, and zipping about, or perhaps a gull gliding on the air currents, and flapping as needed? Time would tell. And Isa was curious to see what constituted a "reward" under Vlad's system of governance, though he didn't have any particular hopes, in that regard, Vlad didn't seem the sort find rewards worth while.

@KatherinWinter@Morningglory@L4dyH4wke

Masters of the Hidden Valley

Domagoj

Name: Domagoj
Sex: Male
Age: 68
Patron: Dyvella - The Healer, the Goddess of Mercy
Appearance:
An tall thin, bony old man. He seems frail, and moves slowly. His movements are sure and steady all the same. His hands are soft, and nimble, his skin darkened by the sun, his face lined with time and joy. His skin is a tawny brown, and seems to be stretched over his bony frame, almost to the splitting point. His teeth are crooked, and yellow, but most are still with him even when few his age can boast more than half dozen teeth left in their mouths. His eyes are keen, piercing, and they miss little enough, within an ever smaller radius, though they bear a bright sparkle when he smiles and laughs. Often wears a loose, thin robe belted with beads, over a simple loin cloth.

Personality:
He says little, unless working his arts, but even then he often just pulls a tonic or herbal mixture from his shelves and sends his patient away with a wave of his hand and grunt of dismissal. He loves to teach the little ones and watches them at play whenever he can spare the time too, which is handy when they have an accident that needs his attention. He is old and tired though, and it is nearly time for a new healer to be appointed, but he's not ready to pass from this world just yet.

Background:
A long time member of the clan, his family was usually in good standing, some of his ancestors being warriors, others healers, others craftsmen, all good, but none particularly spectacular at their given skill. Domagoj, is the first in a very long time in his family to be appointed to the council, he takes this very seriously. He rarely gives a quick response, and is even less frequently found to have chosen poorly, when he finally answers.

He studied the tribe's history, and the healing arts, for which he has a rare gift. He spent his youth listening to his elders as often as he played with his peers, and then it was more than he played, as he grew. He wasn't weak, but he clearly wouldn't ever be a warrior, even from a young age this was apparent, yet his mind was quick and inquisitive, more than making up for his lack of physical aptitude. He has learned many histories of the clan, many recent, several ancient. Though he does not have the voice of a story keeper, so he was not considered seriously by his teachers as a potential historian and keeper of the clan's culture. Instead it was his healing skills that seemed to shape him as he grew, though as one fool found out, his particular skill, herbs and primitive medicines, could do as much harm as good.

Domagoj rarely gets involved in clan politics, it's bad policy for a healer to choose favorites in the clan. So devoted to his studies was Domagoj, that he never took a wife, an oddity in the clan to be sure, though none have dared to say anything to his face, for fear that he might hold a grudge later when they need his help.

Personal Goals:
He wants to be the best healer he can, making sure his clan rebounds from any ailment, physical or otherwise, so that they few of them still alive can have hope that the Exodus won't end in the clan's eradication. It's not been an easy job, but he's done well so far, and now the exodus is over, he works to be sure that the clan has the best chance of establishing itself in the area he can. He desperately wants to see the clan in a strong dwelling again, projecting power and wealth from a well defended city. He knows this is unlikely, but is hopeful that he may yet get a glimpse of it.

Clan Goals:
Domagoj seeks to help the clan prosper and thrive, he understands that difficult choices must be made, and that some must suffer for the sake of the clan, but he seeks to minimize the suffering of the clan, trying to maintain a positive, hopeful outlook in the clan, knowing that despair is the most potent poison. He dreams of the clan being a powerful player in the region as they once were, but how the clan goes about doing that, he will let the younger members decide, though he will try to guide them towards the routes most likely to succeed in the long term.

Estate:
A small cave on the outskirts of town, near an elaborate shrine to Aire. The cave has many niches carved into the walls, all full of various healing reagents and totems. One niche, larger than the rest contains a mat of reeds and pine needles, on which he sleeps. it also holds his blow darts and straw, when he's not up and about. Usually, the straw and a pouch of darts sit in their designated pockets in his robe as he wanders around.
Traits:

• Tall - You are of significantly imposing size. +1
• Observant - You are better at noticing traps, as well as your enemies' weaknesses. +1
• Ranged Weapons - You are skilled in the operation of bows, throwing axes, or perhaps even javelins or slings. +2
• Quiet - You make little noise, and are adept at sneaking around. +2
• Woodsman - You can fish, identify edible plants, and create basic shelters. +1
• Alchemist - You have an impressive knowledge of herbs, salves, and even poisons, and how how to identify and create them. +3
• Healer - You command the healing powers of the Goddess of Mercy, Dyvella. You can heal more terrible wounds than an alchemist can and can lift curses as well. Your ability to heal is dependent on your clan's magic. +3
• Learned - You are literate and have a relatively advanced education, in comparison to the common man. +2
• Weak - You are not physically strong. -1
• Ugly - You are not fair to look upon. -1
• Myopic - You have bad eyesight. -1
• Frail - You have little stamina. -2
• Old - You are elderly, with the decrease in stamina and memory that accompanies such a status. -3