Tuujaimaa

Title Pending (AU Naruto)

You can't just go shamelessly plug your thread like that Taylor, oh my god.

On a completely unrelated note, this is a great idea that I certainly have not had any involvement in and am completely justified in proclaiming that it is wonderful and that everyone should join.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

"Thine mouth speaks of questions thine brain has already seen fit to answer, young one." came the reply, soft and warm, yet with slight crackles of varying depth. Everything about the Satyr screamed "Fire!", from the torch ritually forged with his head and the smoky tones of his voice, and though Eli could not appreciate the significance of such seemingly minor things yet, destiny had a strange way of unfurling itself in strange ways - something the younger inhabitants of Tailteann rarely understoof.

"Perhaps nobles sitting complacent on their silk cushions would offer more coin, young one, but there are commodities and crafts more valuable to one of mine own nature than one of thine could perhaps appreciate. Coin does not buy favour with the Ashen God - rituals and prayers do. This is a service mine self is providing for all parties' mutual benefit." he added, still keeping his eyes closed and his hand conspicuously at his side, idly grasping the blackened hilt of Perdition's Flame. It was not uncommon for thieves to attempt to steal the beautiful weapon - it was even less uncommon for them to leave with burned-in scars in the shape of the hilt. Still, the motion was not inherently threatening, and looked almost subconscious, as if it were something that Phanyx had gotten so used to doing in careful, co-ordinated movements that his body remembered and practiced them without taxing his consciousness.

It was then that he opened his eyes and turned to the owner of the gruff voice, looking up and down him before settling his eyes briefly on the bracers that he wore.

"Thine flesh is young, but perhaps thine blood is not, hmm? In mine homeland, the Runecarved Deadlands, before the collapse of the old satyric society smiths oft created pieces of armour that could change their shape. Mine sense tingle in thine presence, young one, that thine body has given way to the ancient beasts' blood... Useful, that thine bracers do not fragment under the weight of thine transformation." he added, turning back to his original stance of eyes closed and facing forwards.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

I don't know if I can forgive you for ditching us for Lost. :(

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"It is done, then. Bring thine bodies to the pyre and we shall perform the last rites - if thou wish for more of mine services, ask for Phanyx at the altar and we shall oblige you as best as we are able." was all that Eli would have been able to gleam from the time he reached the bar. Still, that one sentence was filled with troves of barely visible information, of connotations and allusions and macabre implications as to the satyr's purpose in Port Samhain. As one of the men known for his combat prowess, should Eli have thought about it, it might have seemed obvious that there tended to be a few too many bodies to simply up and bury - shallow graves would not keep the corpses away from the prying eyes of the law, and hiring people to dig deeper graves was going to cut into the profit that the avarice-stricken masters of the games so desperately craved. Whatever Phanyx could offer seemed to be something that was valuable enough to be less expensive than digging graves - it left plenty to the imagination, but only if one could think of prices that were deeper than gold.

"May the Ashen God's flame burn within thine soul until you too join him in death." Phanyx added, briefly nodding to the barkeep, before taking a swig from a small flask kept by his side - an action his fellow mimicked by taking a drink of his own, though it was likely whatever the satyr was drinking was far more dubious. In a tavern like the one they were in, that was a dire thought indeed. As the barkeep shifted his attention away from the satyr, he simply sat in silence, eyes closed, and his brow furrowed slightly with the thoughts that ran through his mind. There were several rituals to prepare for the cremation of a considerable number of corpses, and there was also the payment to be discussed - if anyone in the tavern was well read enough to have heard of the Cult of the Ashen God (they almost definitely were not) they would know that it was rare for them to accept something as petty as gold. In the world of the arcane, there were things far more valuable to one so evidently and deeply practiced in the esoteric arts that were called magic.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

My long bio is too long to fit on a single post on RPGuild now. :(

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

The shady tavern was filled with the same sights and smells that most of its ilk were - a smoky sort of musk that only barely held back the smell of stale piss, vomit, and sawdust - and the typical sorts of miscreants that one would find in a tavern suited for those not among the uppermost rungs of the metaphorical societal ladder. Phanyx definitely fit the description of the latter, and as his satyric form entered into the inn it drew forth the attention of most of the inhabitants, before the shock faded and they returned to whatever shady business it was that they were planning. Phanyx had long ago gotten accustomed to people shying away from his heathenistic appearance - he looked like what most people envisioned gods of the darker arts looked like, and that was something he was fine with. He was, after all, likely the closest they would ever get to a true deity.

"Word reached mine ears that thine establishment requires an undertaker of sorts..." the sooty, raspy voice of the ancient satyr came forth, not loud enough to pierce the conversational veil that the inhabitants provided, but enough to pique the interest of the bartender and potentially of those relatively near the bar. From that point on, the finer details were discussed more quietly to avoid more prying, though if one were to lean closely in it might have been possible to gleam new insights into the direction the macabre conversation was heading in. Whether or not the satyr minded was a different matter entirely, but his appearance was one that made it seem wiser to avoid his ire.

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Sorry it's so short - I got distracted. XD

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Posting it up now. c:

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

Oh lawdy. These are really mediocre characters for me. xD

One of my bios is... 70,000 characters long.

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Fortunately, I'm in the same port! In a bar! How very convenient. :D

And yaaaay Deadlands. Maybe we can all have a party.