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posts done, will get to PMs tomorrow!
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feeling better, going to start catching up. sorry for the wait!
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still sick
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back! though sick... will be getting back to writing next week
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Will be posting tomorrow!
Yeah, ofc, the plan wasn't to just walk around declaring their identity, ha.

But yeah, I'll wait then.

Might be interested in playing an OC Fatui guy, if allowed! Been ages since I played Genshin so wouldn't trust myself with a canon character without some review, but can also go down that rabbit hole if necessary/preferred. Stopped playing midway through Sumeru, so likely with a character introduced before then. Itto? Ayato? Yoimiya? Childe? Idk.

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Logically, Elaeshor understood what purpose the scale served. He'd read about them before, and considering what their mission was going to be, being able to breathe underwater sounded like a mighty boon. Yet he could not help feeling disgust at the thought of growing scales, let alone doing so to plunge himself into a murky river after fish. He was a man of the court, not a common kingfisher. So, with a hum, he placed the scale back on the table and finished what remained of his food.

Once the others had done the same, the group started for the river, bidding adieu to Fleur in the process. By the gods, Elaeshor respected her resolve not to lower herself to manual labour; in all honesty, he wished he could've done the same. Yet he rather needed to, if he wished to accomplish his goals.

... Unless.

As they walked, Elaeshor started to look around for any other fishermen hoping for an early catch. With any luck, he wouldn't need to touch the water himself. It would not be the first unpleasant task he had, ah, delegated to someone else, after all.
Working on a post, would there be anyone else around by the river/on the way there? Tanr wouldn't be very eager to dive into the river himself, and would much rather try to talk someone else into doing it for him! B)

Also, err, DM, would it be a major inconvenience if I did change Tanraeth name out for something else? Mostly due to the character list needing an update if I do (I'll edit my previous post to match). The similarity is starting to bother me more and more as I keep mistyping the name, haha.
Lmk if there's something to roll to figure out the scale!

Also, I kept wondering why Tanraeth (a name gen name) was so familiar; I think it's because Digi has Tanrith in another rp. Uh. I hope it won't become too confusing; I'm not attached to the name, so it's still early enough to change pretty easily. Also, it is his cover name, so there's a chance he'll switch to his real one eventually.

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There was something special about mornings that Elaeshor quite enjoyed. The way the world stirred awake from its slumber, unveiled by the morning's light. Everything truly interesting occurred at night, but it was only come the morn that the night's secrets began to unravel. The moment just before dawn was the most delightful, filled with anticipation.

... Only, the scenery here wasn't... quite what he'd gotten used to back home. There, he woke to gold, glory, and if the night had been particularly eventful, guts.

Here, there were pigs running about in plain sight. In hordes! Elaeshor wrinkled his nose, doing his best to ignore them and focus on the task at hand. Which seemed to be introductions. "Elaeshor," he offered with a smile to his quite peculiar companions. Never in a million years would he have expected to find himself traveling with a goblin and a kobold. "A pleasure. Shall we?"

They didn't need to; the door opened before they could knock, revealing a gnome who gave them a reprimand in lieu of a hello. Worse, they were told they'd be helping with fishing of all things, and made to sit on ill-fitting chairs to eat... things Elaeshor didn't quite trust to be palatable. Especially if they were asked to eat a mysterious scale along with it.

While the kobold was engaging their ill-tempered host in conversation, Elaeshor took the opportunity to inspect the scale more closely, hopefully without notice. He wanted to figure out what it was and what it was meant to do.

"It is quite worrisome," he agreed as he turned the scale in his hands, though his tone was too casual to sound concerned. "Why, I'm inclined to believe something might've befallen him." Perhaps someone with a grudge caught up to him. In Elaeshor's experience at least, that was quite a common reason for someone to go missing.

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The catharsis Abel experienced as he tore apart the toy was short lived. In no time at all, the platypus had been reduced to a bundle of stuffing and threads, and in the silence that followed, Abel found nothing but shame. His violent outburst had brought him no closer to saving his daughter.

Abel's eyes met the dark beads of the platypus just as the latter spoke. He'd yet to internalize that impossible fact, when the whole room was plunged into darkness.

Whatever remained of the toy slipped from Abel's hands as he stood up in alarm. It was only then that he saw them; eyes, illuminating a disturbing smile. Something was moving up in the ceiling, and it was calling out to him.

There was a hissing growl, a giggle. And then, "Perhaps, it's time for you to die, Mr. Wyatt."

Who the fuck? The words rose up to Abel's throat, nearly spilling out, but he bit them back desperately. He didn't know what was going on exactly, but survival instinct alone warned him not to make a sound when someone — something — was so clearly out for his blood.

He couldn't see a damn thing, and while his lighter could remedy that, it'd also pinpoint his exact location in an instant. He had to get out of the room without being noticed. But... how? The slides he'd seen felt like an eternity away — but the pole he'd spotted a moment before did not. It went from floor to ceiling; if he could just find it and climb up, then—

Wordlessly, Abel exited the pit as silently as he could, heading in the direction he remembered the pole to be in. As he did, he slipped a hand into the back pocket of his jeans, near his keys. If it seemed like the monster lurking above was about to spot him, all he had to do was toss it as far as he could in the other direction and hope it served to distract it.

He could not fall prey to whatever fucked thing they had stalking this room. He had to save Isabella.
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I looked it up and it says it works like AC roll so... *shrugs* If I'm wrong, anyone can correct me.

I'll take your word for it! And will keep that in mind for the future too, I think I might've run things wrong myself, oop :D
@Vertigo Well, Garnet's stealth roll matches the shopkeeper's passive perception so... he hasn't noticed her.

Oh! It's not meets it beats it on his part? I mean, I'll take it (though him noticing would also be funny, so either works).
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