Whimsley

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Lobby

_{Ale Dragon}

Zerraf positioned himself behind the flaming finger with a lagging sidestep, putting it between himself and the rolling ball man. The wind mage lifted his mask with his left hand. A keen eye could observe scars riddling a disfigured face before the storm. In a flash, cheeks drew inward as ale came spewing forth from his mouth into the flame. The alcohol combusted, creating a large cloud of gaseous, red heat being sent forward. The cloud metamorphosed, fire becoming fang and scale at high velocity. Propelled by wind and fire, the dragon collided with the armored ball man head on in a molten showdown. Smoke exploded from the crash and covered the wind mage's form, unfurling his bangs and forcing him to hold onto his wide-brim hat. Zerraf lowered his mask when the calm came. He would wait for something to emerge, whether that be parts of or a whole being. Jenso had taken evasive maneuvers immediately afterward. Given the time taken to cast the spell, Zerraf likely had no time to dodge if the spell or something else did not deviate the ball man's path.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

@Irisity Took the day off yesterday to get some work done, post is up for you.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

The imp was up to more tricks and banter, turning charcoal to worms and creating illusions of strange, purple elves he called 'Night Elves'. Pozuzy was utilizing the information of their conversation and turning it against them. They would need to ponder their words carefully. Thomas took the situation to his benefit and studied the illusions. He figured to play the trick, they would need to look as accurate as possible. Since Thomas had never seen a night elf, he took this opportunity to study them. They were fascinating, really, the pigment of their hair and skin was unlike no race he'd read about. He said nothing about the matter, as he trusted if the cambion did not blindly attack demons, she would do the same for night elves.

@Irisity (Eslea)

"Curious," Dr. Rudhale said. "What motives would the dryads have to kidnap a child? Forest nymphs, as they are, exist as spirits of nature. Truly, curious." Dr. Rudhale held his beak up with an upward hand and tapped the bar with synchronous fingers. "Relations must have been more strained than you believe, for allies to jump to such irrational conclusions." The cambion asked about his own past, and two dark holes stood motionless for a time. Po, the Raven, hopped so that he was facing Dr. Rudhale. He pecked his head a couple of times and produced a sort of rolling tweet. Powerful, blue eyes seemed to comfort the doctor.

"We are a divided people," Dr. Rudhale said. The smoke from his thurible began to coalesce with the air as its fuel died. The doctor paused to reach into his suitcase, withdrew a pinch of purple petals, and delicately place them into the metal, open censer. Upon placement, a strong waft of honeysuckle and dirt emerged into the air, like someone held a candle of the scent beneath your nose. "As I stated, demons were predominant where I reside. There were no good demons. Some fight, and other surrender." Thomas capped the censer, containing the smoke and forcing it through the holes drilled into the thurible. "I fight," Dr. Rudhale said. He rubbed the thurible with his thumb, blocking and releasing the smoke from one of the side holes. "I have investigated the countryside for all manners of the occult, hopelessly searching for one of demon blood and not affiliated with the dark forces. You, cambion, you are what I've searched for: the key to ultimately fight back," Dr. Rudhale said, a drooping finger pointing in her direction.

I'm Firkle

THE FIRK MAN

FIRK-NELLY

RED FIRK-BULL

I'm not very good at nicknames. Welcome to the guild!

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Arcadia

_{Inside the Z-ATV}

Jäger's eyes narrowed. His story wasn't cute, and he didn't understand why the short individual found affection within his personal quest. It could be said to be inspiring, but cute? The cretin's constant references to Jäger's youth and apathetic attitude reminded him of how a schoolchild might act around someone a grade below them. Jäger rubbed his temples with flat palms, sliding metal fingers betwixt black bangs. No, he didn't remember this individual from the temple, or from any academic setting in Saiga or Arcadia. Which meant...

"How easy it is to disregard a point, rather than provide a rebuttal. It requires nothing," Jäger said simply.

Jäger noted Zay's eccentric hair and the words of relief he provided. He also noted the amount of silver rings on his fingers, and silently pondered their use and/or significance. "I thank you, but I need no validation as to Kho's importance. If I did, I would have failed my quest long ago," Jäger said. The lightning monk raised his arm at a right angle, clawed hand facing inward, in the same fashion of greeting that he extended to Haley. "Jäger. Are you an observant or a practicer of Kho's will?"

Rings of Fate

I figure chocolate krunklet guy gets to say something or to take an action before I do now, so I'll hold off on posting until then

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

@The One

Pozuzy would notice Po, the raven, investigating his form curiously. He cocked and twisted his neck, looking over the sin demon with powerful, blue eyes. However, the raven didn't make so much as a single call. Dr. Rudhale did not requiring Po's assistance in identifying full demons. The demon's greeting would immediately be followed by an intense burning of the bottom of his feet, as if flesh came in contact with lye. Wherever Pozuzy hobbled about on the doctor's clothing, the burning sensation would continue. "You will not play games with me, Imp, I hope this is understood," Thomas said. The doctor had somehow infused his clothing with properties that are repellant to demons, though Pozuzy had no idea as to what those might be. "Apologies for the burning, you were too swift for warning," Thomas said. The doctor reached into his leather suitcase and Pozuzy would hear a snap coming from its depths. Rising back to full height, Dr. Rudhale held a bead of charcoal between his pointer finger and thumb. "Ingest this and your burns will remedy themselves, so long as you abstain from my clothing." Thomas rolled the charcoal between his fingers. "O, but I do have some questions. Who is your birthright; only the greatest demons are capable of natural reproduction. Furthermore, what does that rotting smell mean to you? I'll inform you that these answers are quite important to me," Thomas said. He did not seem to guard the charcoal in any manner; Pozuzy was free to take it anytime he wished.

@Irisity (Eslea)

Once Dr. Rudhale had finished with Pozuzy, he returned his attention to Eslea. The bird mask nodded and Thomas scratched the side of its beak, pondering for a moment. He looked about the room, noting the exotic characters that had gathered. A muffled voice came from inside the thick clothing. "Curious. I am Dr. Rudhale, though you may call me Thomas," Thomas paused once again. "I have only ever heard mention in archaic literature of such fantastical races. Where I come from, humans and demons were predominant. A dwarf or an elf was cause for a crowd to form," Thomas said. "And now... this." Thomas waved a gloved hand about the room: dragons, dryads, ogres, elves, and undead took refuge. "Something has gathered us here, whether that thing is of malevolent or benevolent intent I seek to find out," Thomas said. In his speech, the doctor had lost eye contact. He regained it, shaking his head. "My apologies, I ignore your concerns. Tell me more about this war," Thomas said, rather intrigued.

@SmileyJaws

The brother and sister at the table would note that the plague doctor looked about the room often, and paused ever so momentarily in Ruehar's specific direction. Each time, without fail. Though, they would both notice he paused in direction and on multiple characters within the inn. He appeared to chat with a small demon that hopped along his beak, and a larger framed elf with rounded ears. Whether it was paranoia or a keen eye, they would both note he was investigating Ruehar, in a sense, from those bottomless eye pits. As if clockwork, the raven on the bird-like figure's shoulder turned in one hopping motion. His head cocked and twisted sporadically, powerful, blue eyes investigating Balian. Though, the black bird made not a peep. Were it coincidence?

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Lobby

_{-->GOT A LIGHT?<--}

Zerraf continued until he was standing beside Jenso. He grabbed the bridge of his noise with his left hand in response to Jenso's question. He rose a clenched fist in front of Jenso's face, scraping his thumb against the base of his pointer finger, repeating this motion. Zerraf seemed to be pantomiming the flicking on of a lighter, on, off, on, off.

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

I'm considering starting my own Pokemon RP if this becomes dead. One pokemon, working from the ground up, just like the games. I'll have a custom area, gyms, etc. made for it. If anyone's interested, let me know one way or the other. (Also if you're wanting to be a gym leader or other NPC, that can be worked out)

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

@Happy Go Lucky

The "bird man" acknowledged your greeting with his own. Disengaging eye contact with the woman across the inn for a moment and engaging with you, the beak of his mask lowered. It drooped, descending, ricocheting at a certain depth back upward. It continued to ascend before his beak was forward once again, and his dark eye holes returned to the figure he was watching before. The entire process was slow, or had it just taken longer than the white mage wished? It wasn't normal, that you were sure of.

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A host of characters wandered in. Despite the extremity of their personality and character, Thomas procrastinated interaction for the time being. They were powerful, abnormals, unnaturals, all sorts of mythical and legendary creatures. The rarity of such a flock was just beyond probability; had they been summoned here? By an artificer? The face of Lazerus floated in Dr. Rudhale's mind. His thurible waned, but held on, continuing a voluminous outpour of smoke from its hollow. If any creatures that wandered in were affiliated to the occult and/or were of unnatural birth, they would smell burning ash of the smoke. Additionally, they would likely water at the eyes and have their throats dried. Otherwise, the grace of honeysuckle and earth graced their sensual ambience, and nothing more.
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@Irisity (Eslea)

But no, she was the one Dr. Rudhale focused upon of all characters. Po hopped about on the plague doctor's shoulders, flapping his wings and strutting his neck forward, forward toward Eslea even as she approached. It made strange clicking noises, but Eslea could not discern their meaning. The half-demon far surpassed Dr. Rudhale's stature, nearly half a foot his superior. Her eyes didn't water. They were upon hallowed ground. Perhaps she would be the one to finally know. The doctor hunched sideways to release his grip upon a brown suitcase. It hit the floor with a jostle. Thomas' free leather hand came to meet Eslea's own. His grip was firm, not overbearing, but practiced. His face was completely ambiguous, as the only feature of his face was his mask and hollow, dark eyes. "Cambion, you may be the one I seek. Come, chat awhile, order what you desire," Dr. Rudhale said. He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he were reading off a grocery list. Thomas had mentioned you as a cambion, but this was no insult. Or else, it didn't feel like one. A cambion was the child of a demon and another race, one naturally born into the world. It was a tell of information for why his raven squabbled so, but its interpretation was left for Eslea to decide.

The doctor pulled back a stool in front of you and tapped it lightly, twice, with his leather hand. Next to it he pulled back another, and slid onto the wood, swiveling towards the bar. He set down his thurible with a clanking of chain and metal. Thomas clasped his hands together. He swiveled his neck, looking towards you. Smoke continued to pour from the thurible, rising from behind the mask of the plague doctor. Did you accept his invitation?