So the Tzolkin got a fruit bat novice today. I gave it some gold.
Glossivel, Deadwood Wilding (Female asuwan).
Glossivel looks to the gold now in her hands, her wide eyes soon looking upwards to you. "This will buy a lot of fruit," she says solemnly.
Glossivel waddles away to the west, her soft mutterings about apples and pomegranate filling the air.
I also made the mistake of asking her if she was doing well -
Glossivel beams as she answers, "Yes. Very well. I was in the forest, tainting water and setting people on fire!" She makes an exaggerated motion with her hands, her small arms spreading widely.
On top of a necromancer's tower.
Hasnar the Necromancer is here fiddling with his contraption,
a look of concentration locked on his
features. A foul-smelling, blackened treant is here scowling at you. A stray
girl wanders about the
room searching for her family. A small black hound sits here, emitting a
number of a strange noises.
Jeremy is here, wreathed in divine fire. He
wields a blade of black obsidian in his left hand. The
undead form of Blackguard Bathan Whitecloak is here. He wields a stehl
claymore of inky hues in his
hands.
You see a single exit leading
down.
Bathan stares implacably at Jeremy.
You look up into the air for divine
inspiration.
(Ring): Bathan says, "Jeremy gonna
help us take out the trash, haha."
So, Verexa's looking for this kid's mom. Bathan agrees to help her. They find a tower in the Nogba, meet Hasnar the necromancer. He wants to experiment on the children. Bathan plays like he'll help, trying to get more information. Verexa's freaking out. Iluv rolls in, greets some NPCs, actually floods the room and bathes, because RP, and then rolls out. Bathan convinces Hasnar to let the one girl go. Him, Verexa and the girl make for the Blue Knuckle Inn, because Bathan believes he can find her a place to disappear there. They enter a room, begin devising a plan. Bathan offers to go speak to the locals and try and find a solution. Iluv storms in with like, 20 kids and is all NO ONE CAN STOP ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and then leaves. Bathan tries to talk to the staff again, none seem interested in helping. Innkeeper Ricmorn suggests Bathan speak to the stable boy outside. This follows:
Stable boy Galix Cantilever looks around for his bosses then nods slowly,
trying to keep busy.
You ask, "I've need for a small girl to be kept out of sight, and I'm willing
to pay for it. I was told to speak to you. Have some work that needs doing?"
You have emoted: Bathan produces a reasonably sized satchel of coin.
Stable boy Galix Cantilever looks to the pouch then up to Bathan, "What game
are you playing?"
You say to stable boy Galix Cantilever, "If this girl is found, she'll be
murdered. I wish to keep her alive. No more, no less."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "I...I don't know what I'm suppose to do?"
You grunt noncommittally.
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "Does Ricmorn know you're here?"
You nod your acknowledgement of stable boy Galix Cantilever.
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "He told you to come here?"
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "Does he wish for them to stay in the stable?
You say, "I'd guess so, aye. He didn't explain as much. He simply told me to
talk to you of it."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "If it is ok with Ricmorn, I will help. After
all, I was but a stray when Ricmorn found me."
You nod your acknowledgement of stable boy Galix Cantilever.
You get 2000 gold sovereigns from a canvas backpack.
You say, "Allow me to give you something for your troubles. Buy some food, a
good time with whatsherface."
You say to stable boy Galix Cantilever, "You've done me a great service."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "I ...I cannot take gold."
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
You ask, "Why not?"
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "I suppose, I will use it to help feed the
child, or any other children needing to be saved. Who is it we are saving them
from? Does this have to do with that tower?"
You nod your acknowledgement of stable boy Galix Cantilever.
You say, "There's a Necromancer named Hasnar. He's taking children, the poor,
I'd imagine anyone weak enough to take. Experiments, and the like."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever nods his head.
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "Bring me the children instead, and I will do
what I can to protect them."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "I am sure we can find things for them to do."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "Where is this child that you are protecting?"
You say to stable boy Galix Cantilever, "She's in a room with a friend of mine,
at present. Are you sure of this? This will likely draw you the ire of some
rather unsavory sorts."
Stable boy Galix Cantilever says, "I have the protection of the Blue Knuckle if
Ricmorn sent you to me, with Hodgkin here, I feel safe."
You nod your acknowledgement of stable boy Galix Cantilever.
You ask, "I'll be around, as well. Allow me to bring the girl?"
I brought him the girl, talk with Verexa at the Blue Knuckle. It's been a lot of fun!
‘Least I won’t have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?’
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
A massive cellar beneath the Blue Knuckle Inn. There are 2 small beavers here. A small black hound sits here, emitting a number of a strange noises. You see a single exit leading up.
You say, "Lol, what the hell. There are randomly two beavers in the Blue Knuckle :<."
You say, ":D."
Kanthari says, "The Blue Knuckle must be in f***ng Narnia."
Kanthari says, "The hell did you do Bathan."
Aleutia says, "TUMNUS."
Ahkan says, "Haha."
You say, "????"
You say, "BEAVER MERCENARIES."
Kanthari says, "DID YOU OPEN THE WARDROBE."
Aleutia says, "HE DID."
You say, "Accomplishing what humans could not."
Kanthari says, "THIS IS HOW WE GET WITCHES, BATHAN."
Aleutia says, "Hahahah."
You say, "Ogod."
You say, "Aleutia's going to be there next ;_;."
Aleutia says, ":D."
‘Least I won’t have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?’
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
That is a lot of typing, to be fair. I wrote 'hold on to your hats' as the reason to remove your enemy status.
<div>Message #2062 Sent By: (imperian) Received On: 1/20/2018/2:59</div><div>"Antioch has filed a bounty against you. Reason: Raiding Antioch and stealing Bina, being a right</div><div>ass, and not belonging anywhere near Antioch till he grows up."</div>
I think he was expecting a little more of a fire fight for the statue's control.
<div>Message #2062 Sent By: (imperian) Received On: 1/20/2018/2:59</div><div>"Antioch has filed a bounty against you. Reason: Raiding Antioch and stealing Bina, being a right</div><div>ass, and not belonging anywhere near Antioch till he grows up."</div>
# (Company): You say, "Septus is at 27 % HEALTH and 100 % MANA." # H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db> # Lightning-quick, Celestine jabs your torso with a curved sabre. # With a wry grin you parry the attack with a deft maneuver. # Celestine slashes into your torso with a curved sabre. # With a wry grin you parry the attack with a deft maneuver. # Celestine moves in to engage you. # H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db> # Septus says, "For glory!" # H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db> # +++++ REBOUNDING UP ON Septus. +++++ # You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Septus. # H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db> # Septus secures his previously wielded item and instantly draws a truesilver claymore into his left # hand. # H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db> # You feel an aura of rebounding surround you. # You have gained the anti-weapon field defence. # H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db> # Septus strums a few notes on a Golden Lyre of Shallah, and a prismatic barrier forms around him.
Somewhere, a great hero weeps softly into his white cloak.
“We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irrelevant."
Though you know what they say about the bigger the claymore...
(Two minutes after the earlier round...) # (Ring): You say, "We need a third I am thinking?" # (Ring): Iluv says, "Any takers?" # (Ring): Bathan says, "I mean, do you need a hero?" # (Ring): You say, "YES." # (Ring): You say, "And its 3x3..perfect whitecloak situation." # (Ring): You say, "Prepare for glory!"
# Your mount tracks to Kliko.
# A clearing in the Renfrewshire Swamp. # This area is unnaturally flooded with water. Gore is splattered about, a display of Septus's cruel # handiwork. A runic stone monolith is embedded in the ground. A dirty leather scroll has been dropped # by the Necromancer. There are 3 shard of black mithrils here. A small muskrat waddles here. A gritty # sandling is here, munching on a piece of quartz. An almost transparent figure of a Seraphic guardian # hovers here silently. Kliko Vaz'rias is here, his incorporeal form ever-shifting. He wields a # mithril mace in his left hand. Lady Celestine Stark is here, a scintillating aura of light # surrounding her. She wields a curved sabre in her left hand and a kite shield in her right. Trist # Bercalion is riding on a savage grey wolf. He wields a long grey sitara in his left hand. Dr. Ryac # Dios-Greyjoy is riding on an immense cyanine icewyrm. He wields a gladiator's trident in his left # hand and a banded shield in his right. Septus is riding on a hulking velociraptor. He wields a # theatrical mango-inspired sabre in his left hand and a lunar shield in his right. # You see a single exit leading south. # [AL] Bathan - A clearing in the Renfrewshire Swamp. # [AL] Iluv - A clearing in the Renfrewshire Swamp.
In an uninspired battle that saw me die in the first 30 seconds, I witnessed no less than six of these heroic combos (note the actual lack of...you know...swinging):
# Bathan's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. # Bathan barks at a wheezing undersized hound named Setzer, ordering it to attack Kliko. # Bathan's knuckles grow momentarily white as he strengthens his grip.
“We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irrelevant."
Emdalalder Hatesplicer begins searching the cave but accidentaly stumbles into the middle of the goblin revelry. Although initially surprised, the goblins chase your mercenaries out of the cave and into the fury of the storm. Soaking wet and with damaged pride, your mercenaries must abandon the adventure.
As soon as your mercenaries attempt to order some drinks, a couple of nasty looking bouncers come down from upstairs and force them out, informing them that the tavern is a private establishment.
As soon as your mercenaries attempt to order some drinks, a couple of nasty looking bouncers come down from upstairs and force them out, informing them that the tavern is a private establishment.
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Glossivel, Deadwood Wilding (Female asuwan).
Glossivel looks to the gold now in her hands, her wide eyes soon looking upwards to you. "This will buy a lot of fruit," she says solemnly.
Glossivel waddles away to the west, her soft mutterings about apples and pomegranate filling the air.
I also made the mistake of asking her if she was doing well -
Glossivel beams as she answers, "Yes. Very well. I was in the forest, tainting water and setting people on fire!" She makes an exaggerated motion with her hands, her small arms spreading widely.
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Hasnar the Necromancer shrugs helplessly.
You narrow your eyes to thin slits.
Jeremy appears out of thin air.
Blackguard Bathan Whitecloak says, "Quite irr.."
(Ring): You say, "What hahaha."
On top of a necromancer's tower.
Hasnar the Necromancer is here fiddling with his contraption, a look of concentration locked on his
features. A foul-smelling, blackened treant is here scowling at you. A stray girl wanders about the
room searching for her family. A small black hound sits here, emitting a number of a strange noises.
Jeremy is here, wreathed in divine fire. He wields a blade of black obsidian in his left hand. The
undead form of Blackguard Bathan Whitecloak is here. He wields a stehl claymore of inky hues in his
hands.
You see a single exit leading down.
Bathan stares implacably at Jeremy.
You look up into the air for divine inspiration.
(Ring): Bathan says, "Jeremy gonna help us take out the trash, haha."
Jeremy leaves to the ether.
(Ring): You say, "Hahaha."
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
There are 2 small beavers here. A small black hound sits here, emitting a
number of a strange noises.
You see a single exit leading up.
You say, "Lol, what the hell. There are randomly two beavers in
the Blue Knuckle :<."
You say, ":D."
Kanthari says, "The Blue Knuckle must be in f***ng Narnia."
Kanthari says, "The hell did you do Bathan."
Aleutia says, "TUMNUS."
Ahkan says, "Haha."
You say, "????"
You say, "BEAVER MERCENARIES."
Kanthari says, "DID YOU OPEN THE WARDROBE."
Aleutia says, "HE DID."
You say, "Accomplishing what humans could not."
Kanthari says, "THIS IS HOW WE GET WITCHES, BATHAN."
Aleutia says, "Hahahah."
You say, "Ogod."
You say, "Aleutia's going to be there next ;_;."
Aleutia says, ":D."
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
# H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db>
# Lightning-quick, Celestine jabs your torso with a curved sabre.
# With a wry grin you parry the attack with a deft maneuver.
# Celestine slashes into your torso with a curved sabre.
# With a wry grin you parry the attack with a deft maneuver.
# Celestine moves in to engage you.
# H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db>
# Septus says, "For glory!"
# H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db>
# +++++ REBOUNDING UP ON Septus. +++++
# You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Septus.
# H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db>
# Septus secures his previously wielded item and instantly draws a truesilver claymore into his left
# hand.
# H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db>
# You feel an aura of rebounding surround you.
# You have gained the anti-weapon field defence.
# H:674 M:379 W:0 <-- db>
# Septus strums a few notes on a Golden Lyre of Shallah, and a prismatic barrier forms around him.
Somewhere, a great hero weeps softly into his white cloak.
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
(Two minutes after the earlier round...)
# (Ring): You say, "We need a third I am thinking?"
# (Ring): Iluv says, "Any takers?"
# (Ring): Bathan says, "I mean, do you need a hero?"
# (Ring): You say, "YES."
# (Ring): You say, "And its 3x3..perfect whitecloak situation."
# (Ring): You say, "Prepare for glory!"
# Your mount tracks to Kliko.
# A clearing in the Renfrewshire Swamp.
# This area is unnaturally flooded with water. Gore is splattered about, a display of Septus's cruel
# handiwork. A runic stone monolith is embedded in the ground. A dirty leather scroll has been dropped
# by the Necromancer. There are 3 shard of black mithrils here. A small muskrat waddles here. A gritty
# sandling is here, munching on a piece of quartz. An almost transparent figure of a Seraphic guardian
# hovers here silently. Kliko Vaz'rias is here, his incorporeal form ever-shifting. He wields a
# mithril mace in his left hand. Lady Celestine Stark is here, a scintillating aura of light
# surrounding her. She wields a curved sabre in her left hand and a kite shield in her right. Trist
# Bercalion is riding on a savage grey wolf. He wields a long grey sitara in his left hand. Dr. Ryac
# Dios-Greyjoy is riding on an immense cyanine icewyrm. He wields a gladiator's trident in his left
# hand and a banded shield in his right. Septus is riding on a hulking velociraptor. He wields a
# theatrical mango-inspired sabre in his left hand and a lunar shield in his right.
# You see a single exit leading south.
# [AL] Bathan - A clearing in the Renfrewshire Swamp.
# [AL] Iluv - A clearing in the Renfrewshire Swamp.
In an uninspired battle that saw me die in the first 30 seconds, I witnessed no less than six of these heroic combos (note the actual lack of...you know...swinging):
# Bathan's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
# Bathan barks at a wheezing undersized hound named Setzer, ordering it to attack Kliko.
# Bathan's knuckles grow momentarily white as he strengthens his grip.
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
I will upgrade just for you, @Bathan.
I need a bigger stick to hit people with anyway
oh I love these failures
come on guys, what the heck!!