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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by valadaar on Yesterday at 07:58:25 AM »
"You're welcome, though something seems off about it..."

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"Madness generally precludes self-diagnosis," said Valadaar offhandedly.  He was not surprised by the odd person's appearance. Strange stuff seemed to be attracted to them.


Madness indeed.  He had killed someone he didn't know to save someone he barely knew.  Why?  It seemed the right thing to do at the time.  Violence seemed to follow that monk everywhere they went.  This world seemed a lot harsher than the one he left.  Lots of sharp edges.  Certainly more who actively wanted to kill him.   Oddly he felt very detached at killing the mage. Was that really him or someone else?

This body was more agile and tougher than the one he left, and seemed far more eager to take chances than he was comfortable with.

After Gyma left and was out of earshot, Valadaar said, "You know, he could have just cased us for an attack. Just sayin."

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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Gyma on Yesterday at 02:03:57 AM »
A brief aside from the man behind the pixels; the words in italics in this passage are to be assumed by the reader to be in the Elven tongue.  This, of course, will not be the case in all uses of italicized text by this poster, however, in this passage at least, it shall suffice.

Returning the smile with a grin of his own, Gyma asked, "but, my lady1, if I was going insane, that's, in fact, and generally assuming that my lunacy would wish to remain hidden, almost exactly what it'd have you say... . It is, however, proving unable to remain completely inconspicuous with the inclusion of a talking dire wolf."

Turning back to the wolf, "Seeing as it's been assured to me by the lady1 that you are, in fact, real, and, until I receive evidence that she is actually a figment of my fevered mind, I shall make sure to treat you such-wise; namely, as if you are all just as real as the sun in the sky."

"And now; ladies1, gentlemen, and wolf; I must catch a butterfly before it flies off.  Its abdominal excretions must be harvested and dried, they fetch a decent price among those who wish to feign insanity for a spell.  Assuming you're all still here when I return in a couple minutes I shall, at least one can only hope, share a fine breakfast with you."


1: The strict meaning of the word here is limited to Elven maidens on the cusp of adulthood, a term that likely doesn't apply to an Elf with centuries of memories she plans to 'unlock.'
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Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Ayna on Yesterday at 01:44:47 AM »
Ayna remained silent and began circling the machine slowly, hoping to flank it should a fight become necessary, letting Asha hold its attention as she took up a more offensive position, although by the sounds of it the machine posed little thread, a construct meant to promote laziness among the places inhabitants, no wonder they died out she thought derisively, nodding in approval to the rest of the group as she awaited the answer to Asha's interrogation.
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Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Elvis on Yesterday at 01:41:38 AM »
With a slight whine of protest he quickly returned to his masters side, standing alert and sniffing the air, the thing that was not alive yet spoke in the language of the two legged ones filling him with uncertainty and unease, his instincts telling him it was not to be trusted, yet his master seemed more in awe than fear.
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Rp area / Re: Legends of the Lilarcor - A Barrel of Bastards
« Last post by Elanor on Yesterday at 01:30:29 AM »
With a pleased smile she settled to the near by vacant seat, warmly offering a "Thanks" Before speaking, her voice like liquid silk. "What was taken from me is a simple piece of jewelry, a broach of sun platinum and encrusted with star rubies, a picture of my birth mother lays within." She closed her eyes momentarily, as if remembering its image before continuing.

"It was... Taken from me, during a.. altercation between myself and an opposing party, the Archdeacon corporation, you may have heard of them? One of it's subsidiaries to be more precise, Spartacus Company, little more than hired thugs posing as legitimate mercenaries." She waved a hand dismissively at the clarification, pausing to sip at a glass of wine and let the pulse of dramatic silence take hold.

"The specifics of how it was lost really aren't that important, what matters is the locket is within their possession, and I require your aid in recovering it." She smiled and make momentary eye contact with each of them, holding Jerome's gaze a second longer than the others, her eyes twinkling with a spark of interest. "Think of this as your audition, impress on this task and a more complicated, and much higher paying job will be yours for the undertaking after." She leaned back in her seat and awaited the expected barrage of questions with an air of confidence, an unspoken certainty in her body language the people surrounding her was without a doubt the perfect, nay, the only ones for the job in question.
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on Yesterday at 12:33:14 AM »
Keeping a cool head, Liantirie grabbed a bundle of arrows, some ham, dark bread and cheese from the counters in the confusion, leaving some coins behind so that the shop's proprietor would find them, then made off with the band into the rain.

"Should have written an amphibious character" the priestess mused, walking next to Sil.

The newcomer was welcome with one raised eyebrow, then a faint smile. Quirky characters were significantly more pleasant than the average population so far, which favored murder, larceny and bullheadedness over quirkiness.

"I know illusions would reassure you of their reality, so that figments of the mind may live longer - but you seem pretty real to me, taking into account the limits of epistemology and the senses. I may use pinching if necessary to reassure you of this."

Also, butterflies - Echo smiled, for butterflies were awesome. This one was especially stubborn, fluttering around in the rain.   
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on November 25, 2014, 11:28:45 PM »
Silveressa looked up in alarm at Lucky's warning growl, a hand dropping to her scimitar as she noticed the approaching figure, his introduction making her arch an eye brow in surprise as she looked over at Lucky as if to ask him is he for real?

She shook her head as she felt a grin of amusement rising to her lips, answering his question with a smile, "He's no illusion, he is my companion Lucky, I'm Silveressa and these are my travelling companions, Echo, Valadaar, Tusserk, Mystic, and Willem." She gestured to each as she spoke. "You are welcome to share our fire and morning meal if it suits you Gyma." She released the grasp of her blade as she gave him a welcome smile decideding he posed no immediate threat and was in an odd fashion, rather intriguing and affable.
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OCC / Re: Gyma Journeyman Explorer Thyran College
« Last post by Gyma on November 25, 2014, 11:14:17 PM »
this is a test
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Gyma on November 25, 2014, 11:03:24 PM »
"Not chasing so much as following, it's a Maricae, Oscorpiona of Velea's to be specific.  And you're a talking wolf.  Hmmm, the effect of the Maricae are lunacy and madness.  On the bright side it only lasts for a few days, and you appear to be the only thing that's currently affected, unless if those people over there aren't real either.  On the other hand, the Maricae still appears to be fine, and I haven't swatted any others, at least not that I'm aware of, so you may in fact be a very well trained talking dire wolf, which is quite interesting."

Looking around briefly the wanderer sighted his butterfly again before turning to the adventurers and bowing deeply enough that his mustache nearly touched the grass.

"Gyma, recently of the Thyran Mage's College.  Is that in fact a talking wolf, or am I insane, though, strictly speaking you could all be symptoms of my madness as well.  Note to self, at some point devise a test to determine if I'm mad or not."
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Lucky on November 25, 2014, 10:54:35 PM »
Lucky growled at the new comer in warning, not sensing an immediate threat, but still feeling an instinctual need to challenge the arrival and alert the rest of his companions to the mustached mans presence. "A bit early in the morning to be chasing butter flies isn't it?" He asked, his voice a low throaty purr as he lowered himself closer to the ground, tensing to spring in the unlikely event the man proved to have hostile intentions.
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