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Post by Nature Boy on Jan 13, 2019 22:57:36 GMT -5
For general roleplaying needs.
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Post by Phailak on May 10, 2019 12:27:10 GMT -5
Phailak paced back and forth, itching for a fight in the lack of recent battles. He would provoke those within the establishment but would never strike first out of an old sense of honor long forgotten yet engraved in his brain. His reputation was too well known now, none would face him. It was different in battle, opponents could not just ignore him or they would die. Sighing in frustration, he went back to his excessive drinking, loud bolstering and creative insults. Once properly inebriated, he went into his regular rant of how he is doomed to never die an honorable death because there is no one in the world with the talent to kill him. Aside from people fearing him, they also stayed because at this point he often bought everyone still around drinks. Even when he passed out at the end of the night, he would have one eye left opened as if still aware of his surroundings, an odd sight considering the loud snoring that escaped him. OOC: Open RP
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Post by psychoclown on May 10, 2019 16:45:43 GMT -5
Geryon was never one to pass up a free drink. He stayed as the dwarf bought round after round while ranting and raving. When Phailak passed out, Geryon even bought a round for the bar and led the assembled drunks in sloppy, if enthusiastic, performance of raucous drinking songs. Eventually the crowd began to break up and men began to stagger home.
Geryon stood, noticing Phailak passed out in the corner somewhere. He drifted over and tapped the dwarf's chair with his foot. "One last drink for the road, Sir Dwarf? Any man who can snore in the key of "Four Drunken Maidens" deserves at least one free mug of ale!" Geryon flashes a sideways grin at the dwarf and motions wildly for a serving wench to fetch a pair of drinks.
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Post by Phailak on May 13, 2019 7:30:22 GMT -5
The sagged dwarf grunted but failed at opening his eyes. His attempt at words also resulted in a mess of a sentence no sound man could understand yet surprisingly he was able to rise and keep his balance, a feat. His nod was so vigorous, it was a wonder he did not collapse back down.
Stretching his mouth as if preparing for a drinking competition, he grunted again and succeeded in opening his eyes. Completely out of focus and tilted slightly to the left to remain upright, Phailak accepted the cup and took a deep breath.
"Th-ah-anks!"
It looked like he was trying to knock cups with the one before him but failed miserably before downing the contents. He crashed down on the chair and seemed to sober up in moments. It was only in appearance though as he seemed to be going back to sleep if nothing got his attention back.
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Post by psychoclown on May 16, 2019 13:49:11 GMT -5
Geryon chuckles at the dwarf's drunken antics. "You're welcome, Sir Dwarf." The roguish mercenary downed his own drink in one quip gulp. "If ya don't mind, lemme tell ya something. Ya seem awfully worried 'bout how ya will die. Honorable death, dishonorable, glorious or ignoble, we're all fuckin' dead eventually. Me, I rather focus on life and all the ways we can enjoy it."
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Post by Phailak on May 16, 2019 14:26:38 GMT -5
Blinking a few times as if the action would purge the alcohol from his body, the slayer shook his head.
"Life? It's cruel..."
He took a moment of concentration before continuing, suppressing a hiccough
"... fate, it is but a path to a glorious death and you only have one shot at it!!!"
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Post by psychoclown on May 16, 2019 15:51:04 GMT -5
"We only get one shot, you're right about that. But I'll pass on the glorious death if instead I can die an old man in my warm bed with wine on my breath and a naked lovely on either side of me." He waves over the serving wench one more time. "One more drink? To a good death, however ya define it?"
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Post by Phailak on May 16, 2019 16:49:19 GMT -5
Nodding enthusiastically, Phailak smiles.
"Of course, to find an honorable death, there must be war... I hope to find a battlefield this month! My skills are being wasted on ale, I want to kill something!"
Sneering to all those around, Phailak rose in challenge.
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Post by psychoclown on May 16, 2019 17:05:19 GMT -5
That brings a knowing smile to Geryon's face. "There is a war brewin'. Rebels risin' up against the Imperials. And unlike most rebellions, this one seems to know what its doin'. Won a major victory at Panshaw. I figure they're gettin' ready to move on the Golden City. Strike while the iron is hot."
"Me, I plan on offerin' my services to the rebels. Assumin' they're willin' to pay my price. Maybe ya oughtta come with me, Sir Dwarf? I could always use a fella who knows what to do with the pointy edge of a sword."
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Post by Phailak on May 16, 2019 19:54:39 GMT -5
The slayer nodded.
"Aye, I ain't one for the negotiations and to be honest, I don't care for the money so long as it covers my... expenses."
Lifting his cup up, he swallowed the rest.
"Maybe you can get a good deal if we go as a duo eh? Just make sure I'm on the front lines or some of our own might get hurt as I plow my way there anyway!"
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Post by psychoclown on May 17, 2019 16:34:22 GMT -5
"Done and done. I'll be sure to get ya right in the thick of it."
Geryone knocked back the rest of his drink as well and then extended a hand towards his new companion. (feel free to join in the RP I already have going in the Rebellion RP Thread)
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Post by Nature Boy on May 28, 2019 21:36:51 GMT -5
CLOSED RP
In the village of Boffin...
A peasant ran into the magistrate's home late at night. The shocked magistrate, Zorin, asked what was the meaning of the peasant's sudden bursting into his house. He explained him to him that they had captured an imperial spy. Zorin let the man lead him to where the spy was found and bound. There was a few other peasants and the local hero Kristo Greeley. Zorin approached the captured man, he sat tied to a tree. The peasants were sent away while Kristo and Zorin stayed and questioned the man. He was Farrant, an officer from Iron Keep. After a few hours of questioning through the night, the two decided they would keep the man in the village for the time being. They still worried about the consequences of doing this, so they thought to look for help...
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Post by mercurian on Jun 6, 2019 23:42:56 GMT -5
"I really hope this won't take long. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable."
"Relax, it's not as if I dressed you in very revealing clothes. You picked the outfit yourself. I mean, you look like a fairy tale hero now. You know me, I deliver compliments when I know it's true."
"I am not sure about that... But what about you? That same clothes? However I look at those, I always think they're... odd if I say the least."
"Shush, I'm comfortable with these on. I don't care what others think."
The one who uttered those last words buried his hands at the back of his head in a carefree manner and swinging his feet in a carefree manner while walking. That person, compared with his companion, was diminutive with a boyish charm exuding from the tip of his head to the soles of his boots, shrouding everyone from the fact that he was a grown man with regards to his brain. His companion also looked really youthful, but he never conversed with anyone other than the other male, and his crooked gait and unpolished words gave the assumption that he was an uneducated peasant. They wore clothes of contrasting color: the diminutive person wore black, his companion wore white; and the companion also wore a sword with an ornate handle giving the impression that he was the bodyguard of the diminutive person.
"Well Dramongarde seems to be a fine city, right, Kieran? All these shops and stalls, the fabric quality is good, looks like a good city to set up shop... Well that's just my opinion. Did you look at their ores? You wanted to make armors and swords, right?"
"The ore seems to be of good quality, I might think that only little treatment would just be needed to make them into metal. Yeah I think this is a good city... Sorry about that.
That last quip by the person referred to as Kieran was uttered after both of them heard a stomach grumble. The diminutive person glanced at Kieran's stomach, and then motioned the pound of the gavel with his hands.
"How about we eat at a local tavern? I still have some money left after I buy the needed materials, and you need all the strength to carry them to our house!"
"Are you sure? Today I really hunger for some mea... Hey, that's not fair! Can't you carry anything for a change?"
"Do you think I really look like somebody who can lift? I think I can just barely lift a stack of scrolls even!"
"Can't you train your body to lift something heavier than a mere stack of scrolls?!"
The friendly banter continued even as they reached the tavern and even after they ordered meat and cider from the barmaid who was still laughing her way towards the counter.
((Open RP))
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Post by thebluedude7 on Jun 8, 2019 20:55:16 GMT -5
The door of the tavern suddenly opens, as an incredibly violent looking red-skinned half-orc treads in. She is dressed in what seems to be a basic tribal outfit, clutching a war-axe in one hand and a small pouch in another. As she lumbers into the room, another blue-skinned half-orc walks in after her, with a book and a quill tucked under his arm. The two seemed to be bickering as they entered. "Red, we shouldn't be slacking off in this run-down place. There are some rebels that need to be quelled at -"
"The empire can deal with them easilly - it's just a small fight after all. I'm waitin' for somethin big!"
"Quiet down a bit, some of them might hear you, dimwit."
"Dimwit? At least I can lifta log, you git!" The two continue on with their argument as they sit down next to the pair of humans. "I'd rather be able to employ a battle strategy than swing a sword."
"Who needs stratagy when you can just BREAK EM 'RSELF!"
The angered halfie slams her fist down on the table, staring at Blue right in his eyes. It was clear they had had this disagreement many times before, and each time both seem to have gotten nowhere. The two give each other nasty glares for an extended amount of time, before ordering food and drinks.
"Oi, you two" spoke Red, suddenly turning around to face the two humans. "What do you think is mor useful - being able to crush tha skull of your foes, or reading em to death?" Blue rolls his eyes before also interjecting. "Yes, please tell us which skill would be better for combat."
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Post by mercurian on Jun 9, 2019 2:35:07 GMT -5
"Mrfrfrfrf!"
"Quit talking while your mouth is full! Your chewed meat is showering all over the place!
The diminutive man was trying to cover his face with his left hand holding a knife while holding a fork with his right while saying the latter words, trying to shield himself from the eventual rain of mixed meat particles and saliva. Kieran, seeing his mistake, forcefully swallowed the large mouthful of meat in his mouth, but then choked himself in doing so. Clutching his chest with his left hand, he then quickly reached for the mug nearest him, and downed its contents in one gulp. The small person watched Kieran with laughter, then concern, and then horror.
"Kieran, did you just...?"
"Why, I need to get something to dri... oh."
Instead of the feeling of being choked, Kieran, now glowing red, also had the feeling of a million blades cutting his throat. Instead of the mug of mead that he ordered for himself, he grabbed the other person's mug - the mug of spiced fortified wine, the small man's favorite drink.
"At least I now know you can drink that without worries. Hey barmaid, another mug please!"
"...Sorry, Sir Marcellin."
Kieran bowed his head in apology, but the small man, named Marcellin, actually paid no heed to what happened, and instead waved his hand towards a nearby barmaid. It was then at that moment that the two heard a door crashing. The two then looked at the direction of the door, and saw a pair of orcs enter the tavern they were eating in. And, after they examined the two newcomers, they then realized something. At the moment Kieran stared towards Marcellin, and then saw that Marcellin stared at him at the same time. The bewildered interlocking glances, one of topaz and one of aquamarine, stood for some seconds, and then the two pairs of eyes glanced back towards the pair of orcs, which then took some seats on their table as they banter along the way. They then glanced at each other again before they yet again glanced at the newcomers. The barmaid then came and refilled Marcellin's mug, which he then quickly sipped; Kieran on the other hand handled another bone of meat and then bit and tore off it as they listened on. The two orcs seemed to be bantering on the best way to counteract the growing problem of rebellion in the land. One proposed to bash their skulls in, while the other seemed to want to draw a tactic beforehand. Kieran and Marcellin then glanced at each other yet again. They knew about each others' thoughts, but they also knew they would clash with each other yet again. And both did not want to choose between the two options. As they were glancing at each other, the two orcs then called them to attention about the dilemma they had, which prompted them to stare at the two visitors.
"Mrf mrf, mrfmrfmrf..."
"How many times do I have to tell you, quit talking while your mouth is full!"
Prompted by Marcellin who started to cover his face yet again, Kieran swallowed the mouthful in his mouth. Fortunately he did not choke this time, and also proceeded to drink from the correct mug.
"I was just thinking, are both sides irreconcilable? Maybe the empire should talk to the rebels before anything..."
"Such naive thinking will not go anywhere, Kieran. If the two sides are already at war, shouldn't each just prepare for anything so that they can survive, win or lose?"
After trying to admonish Kieran, Marcellin then turned towards the orcs.
"If I were to speak, in my opinion both things - brute force and tactics - are important in war. For how will brute force deal anything significant of nothing will guide it to strike the vital areas? Same thing, how will tactics work if the army is too impotent to strike anything? The two always go hand in hand. Although the most important thing in winning wars should be to adapt to every circumstance while in war, and seizing every opportunity given."
"But is this war really worth waging? The Empire strives for order, the rebels strive for change. But when it all comes to it, both sides wanted the best for the people. And war can only cause untold hardship to the people. If there would just be a way to make this war end..."
Kieran uttered a sigh while saying those words.
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