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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

I hear the easily recognizable sound of rushing water flowing through the blazing inferno. Quickly, I take my glove back off of my right hand, and transform my arm to form a thin veil around my body in order to keep myself from getting wet. The force of the water hits hard, and for a second I lose my footing, but regain myself by the time it passes through. As I return my arm back to it’s normal state, I am blessed with a great view of ruin. Such a tragedy that a culmination of flame and water ruined such a grand hotel.

The count fellow, in ever unappetizing garb makes a comment regarding the deceased man in the hall. Apparently he was one of the ones in the meeting room with the rest of us. Already dead? I do suppose that is a good thing. Before any of us start to shed some sorrow, I do suppose I should make conversation on the matter. I turn towards the Count and speak in a soft, but cold voice, “If he is already dead, then good riddance. I would much rather him die in a small scuffle amongst ourselves, than compromise other, more important members of the group. Beyond that, he knew the danger, so he was by no means an innocent soul.”

Now strolling towards the African and eyeless woman, cigarette still ablaze, “I do suppose you two should clean up before we get on that boat.”

Having walked past Babatunde, I stop before the eyeless woman, and speak in a voice full of false pleasantries, “Especially you my dear. As you can see, excuse me, as you know, you lack an eye for fashion, so if you need any help, let me know.”

I then exhale a breath of smoke into her face and turn to walk away, down the hallway.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

Much to my shock, the impaled man sparks to a laugh after he comes to gravity with the situation. There is clearly much more behind this then just a hotel room scuffle. Perhaps I should ask? I doubt it, he does not seem to be the talkative type. As more people flood the hallway, and the fire roars, I do suppose I should remove the organic stiletto from their bodies, and subsequently the wall.

I morph the extended, blade like part of my body so it now has large, serrated edges. I simply do not feel that these troublemakers deserve a painless removal. A reminder of why you should behave seems much better suited for them. Slowly, I retract the extension from their bodies, and morph it back into a pristine, clean finger with a dark fingernail polish to match my dress. Turning towards the other people in the hall as I place the black glove back over my hand, I speak out towards them, “As you can see, there was a bit of a disagreement over here, but I feel everything has been resol-”

My sentence is interrupted by a man’s body which collapses through the fourth floor and falls into our current floor, a few dozen yards away. His corpse smolders and what was once surely a lively, happy man, is now nothing but a lump of carbon, waiting to be reintroduced into the cycle of life. This event certainly put the condition of the area around me into perspective. I then use the fire to light another cigarette, take a deep breath and solemnly state, “I think it is about time we leave this place.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

As I plan my next moves, the black man sweeps me off my feet, and not in the sweet romantic way. This is not how the mission should be going. As the negro rushes out towards his adversary, the woman I spoke to earlier I gather myself and stand to my feet. I take the black glove off of my right hand, and proceed to stroll out towards the hallway. I point towards the two trouble makers.

“When I asked people to pay me a visit, this is not what I asked for. Now, play nice.”

I morph my hand, and from the end of my arm I shoot forth a stiletto like, sharp blade. It rapidly stretches out through the hall. Cleanly, it pierces through the African’s right shoulder, continues forth and stabs into, and out of the eyeless woman’s left bicep, and into the wall of the hallway.

“I really did not want to get my hands dirty this early. Quite a shame.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

This bed is quite comfortable, it is almost as pleasant as the one back at the palace. The difference almost makes it more enjoyable. As I rest on the bed, and puff on my cigarette, I do my best to tune out a commotion from across the hall. This is to no avail, as soon after the sounds start, a loud explosion is heard and the black man from earlier is launched through my door. I left my door unlocked, no need to kick it down for Christ’s sake.

Standing up in a fury, I begin yelling at the African who has ruined such a splendid room. Much to my anger, he ignores me. Who does he think he is? In a mad rage, I run over towards him, grab him by his arm. Wrenching, I spin and slam his back onto the ground. Placing by heel across his chest, and applying pressure, I am taken aback by the sudden rush of heat behind me. Turning back towards the direction of the door, I see a torrent of blinding fire spiraling through the hall and into my room. Rapidly, the fire spreads and a massive conflagration erupts in my room.

I take one last breath from my cigarette before flicking it into the torrent of hot fire. I do suppose I have to get my hands dirty.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Signups & Discussions] [Sign-ups Always Open]

[WHAT ABOUT THE PRUSSIANS]

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

[Forgive me but wouldn’t a 1925 vintage mean all grapes were harvested in 1925? If so, does that mean this wine comes from the future?]

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

Well, after watching an escapade between the African and the Count result in a bit of moisture, and potentially hurt feelings. I do suppose that people aren’t quite in the talking mood, oh what a shame. I do suppose I should leave and prepare myself for the night ahead of myself. I politely stand up from where I was sitting and casually wave towards those who remain inside the room. “Well I believe I am going to take my leave, but if anyone appreciates company throughout the night, my room will be unlocked.”

I then turn and exit the hidden room, enjoying the fresher air of the main lobby of the hotel. So like those before me, I approach the front desk. Requesting and receiving, I quickly acquire the key that I need in order to enter my personal cell for the night. Opening room 305, I am careful to leave the door unlocked as I shut it behind me. I do doubt that anybody will stop, but why no wait and see.

Much unlike my usual self, I lazily stroll towards the luxurious bed that awaits me without taking part in any of my nighttime rituals. Without removing any of my attire, heeled shoes included, I flop my back onto the sprawling combination of duvet and sheets upon the softest down. Outstretched diagonally across the bed, I reach into my handbag and remove another cigarette which I begin to smoke as I let the night race by.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

I listen intently to Miss Applebottom’s introductory speech to our misfit group of warriors. Afterwards I am posed with a single question for our leader, and another question for those in the room around me. I call out to all in the room in a sultry but intellectual tone. “Forgive my lack of introduction, but what about the Prussians? Where exactly does the intelligence say their hand falls?”

“Oh, and just a humble suggestion, but I feel we should share a couple rooms, instead of each of us requesting one to ourselves. I see no reason why we can’t have a slight bit of bonding before we head out. I mean, I would certainly enjoy getting to know some of you all before the impending deaths that almost inevitably await some if not most of us. What say we divide into a couple or few rooms?”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

I see a new woman entering the fray. Our motley group of saboteurs only grows to be even more of a sick and sad bunch. Not that I would complain about such a thing. People love to root for the underdog and the underdog loves to win. Let us rejoice in the odds stacked against us. Now, I cannot help but stop staring at the new woman’s face. It appears to be covered by an ornamental, but thick cloth, certainly it must obstruct her vision. Heav’n be with her, she must not know that there is negro in the room. It’s my rightful duty as not only a member of this great nation, but as a member of society that I must inform her.

Quickly, I rush over to the new, blind woman, and gently put my arms around her shoulder. Guiding her slightly away from the corner where the African man was resting. Speaking towards her, perhaps a bit too loud, “Miss, I just feel it is my duty as a white person to warn you that there is in fact a nigger sitting in this room.”

Becoming self aware of the volume at which I was speaking, I lower my tone, “Now normally that wouldn’t be too much of a problem, I assure you that I am not one to distrust a character purely over the colour of his skin. However that man over there, I can tell you with a strong sense of certainty, that he is not a man you want to trust.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

After the meeting with Applebottom, I ate my lovely meal and continued life as per usual, up until the 20th. On that warm, summer day, I opened up my window. Taking in the sights of the city from the luxurious Buckingham Palace, I inhale a breath of fresh air. With anxiousness and a whirlwind of excitement filling my mind, I dive head first from the window. As I plummet towards the ground, I quickly transform into a mighty albatross, and sail through the night towards The Royal Belmont Hotel.

Descending into a nearby alleyway, I change form once again. I take the appearance of a young woman, about the age of 16 or so. Tall with fair skin and long black hair in an elegant updo to match my beautiful dress. I enter the Belmont with a freshly lit cigarette in my cigarette holder, and from there I tell them that Applebottom sent me, and I enter through the locked room behind the closet. Much to dismay the group that she prepared look like quite the set of rejected misfits.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

Shocked by Ms. Applebottom’s request, I do little to hide my excitement. Oh how it has been so long since I actually got the chance to do something hands-on and proactive. Things have certainly grown dull as of late. “Oh, am surprised that I am needed. However I do agree that I am quite exceptional. No question, I will lend my hand to the mission. Oh, I am quite giddy with joy, imagining the Queen putting a wrench in Prussian plans. I-”

Now holding a solemn, sunken look about herself, I stroll slowly away with my back to Ms. Applebottom. I throw my arms up in dramatic fashion, “Who will cover my absence, but, more importantly, what shall I wear?”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / BOLD - Round 2: Descriptions!

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Betting On Love’s Dream

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Game Thread] [Bob is dead, so sad ;~;] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Alexandrina Victoria

I need to quit this. This wallowing in self loathing pity. At times I do find myself missing Albert, but I cannot let the death of those who are too weak to live hold me back. I am the most powerful woman in the world, and I rest here on this bench. Even worse so, I am resting upon my laurels. How can one not be content in my shoes? Where do I lie? I lack ambition but still find myself dreaming. Perhaps the ambition has not faded, but rather the drive had died alongside Albert. Alas I do suppose I should venture out into the world. Although one might ask, which identity do I want to hold for this fine day?

I stroll before my bedroom vanity, amused by the accuracy of the title. Normally furniture titles are nothing more than a name that stuck. Vanities are different. Much like me, I am different. All of those who surround me are simple souls who live for their next meal. I am the fucking queen of the most powerful nation in the world, yet I watch my world fall. Fueled by discontent, I quickly shift to and fro between my favorite appearances. The mirror reflects images of a young, tall woman with magnificent features and cold black hair, a strong man with a grizzly beard and dark brown eyes, a godly albatross bigger than nature could create, along with a few other, more tame appearances. Eventually I settle on a plain day as the queen. With this made up, I take my leave of my bedroom through the usual fashion, and prepare to be served a lavish meal.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Applebottom's Exceptionals [Signups & Discussions] [Sign-ups Always Open]

Name: Alexandrina Victoria

Gender: Female

Age: 54

Appearance: Of average height, she is a bit above average weight and quite pale, albeit partially through make up. She has long graying hair, but the remnants of brown are still quite visible, just not as dark and vibrant.

Location: London, England

Biography: Victoria was born at Kensington Palace, London, on 24 May 1819. She was the only daughter of Edward, Duke of Kent, fourth son of George III. Her father died shortly after her birth and she became heir to the throne because the three uncles who were ahead of her in succession – George IV, Frederick Duke of York, and William IV – had no legitimate children who survived.

Warmhearted and lively, Victoria had a gift for drawing and painting; educated by a governess at home, she was a natural diarist and kept a regular journal throughout her life. On William IV’s death in 1837, she became Queen at the age of 18.

Queen Victoria is associated with Britain’s great age of industrial expansion, economic progress and, especially, empire. At her death, it was said, Britain had a worldwide empire on which the sun never set.

In the early part of her reign, she was influenced by two men: her first Prime Minister, Lord Melbourne, and her husband, Prince Albert, whom she married in 1840. Both men taught her much about how to be a ruler in a ‘constitutional monarchy’ where the monarch had very few powers but could use much influence.

Albert took an active interest in the arts, science, trade and industry; the project for which he is best remembered was the Great Exhibition of 1851, the profits from which helped to establish the South Kensington museums complex in London.

Her marriage to Prince Albert brought nine children between 1840 and 1857. Most of her children married into other Royal families of Europe.

Edward VII (born 1841), married Alexandra, daughter of Christian IX of Denmark. Alfred, Duke of Edinburgh and of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (born 1844) married Marie of Russia. Arthur, Duke of Connaught (born 1850) married Louise Margaret of Prussia. Leopold, Duke of Albany (born 1853) married Helen of Waldeck-Pyrmont.

Victoria, Princess Royal (born 1840) married Friedrich III, German Emperor. Alice (born 1843) married Ludwig IV, Grand Duke of Hesse and by Rhine. Helena (born 1846) married Christian of Schleswig-Holstein. Louise (born 1848) married John Campbell, 9th Duke of Argyll. Beatrice (born 1857) married Henry of Battenberg.

Victoria bought Osborne House (later presented to the nation by Edward VII) on the Isle of Wight as a family home in 1845, and Albert bought Balmoral in 1852.

Victoria was deeply attached to her husband and she sank into depression after he died, aged 42, in 1861. She had lost a devoted husband and her principal trusted adviser in affairs of state. For the rest of her reign she wore black.

Until the late 1860s she rarely appeared in public; although she never neglected her official Correspondence, and continued to give audiences to her ministers and official visitors, she was reluctant to resume a full public life.

She was persuaded to open Parliament in person in 1866 and 1867, but she was widely criticised for living in seclusion and quite a strong republican movement developed.

Magical Skills: She can manipulate her own body as long as the mass remains the same. This allows her to take disguises allowing for low profile travel, but the feat can also be used for everyday assistance. She once extended her arm so that she could reach a book on a top shelf. On another occasion she shaped her finger into a sharpened blade of bone that pierced through an assassins left eye.

Other Skills: Fairly good manager and well versed in social situations.

I am exceptionally dishonest

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Flames of Revolution [Game Thread]

Ajayi Dejay Richardson-Jones

I hear a cold, painful scratching noise coming from the exterior of the car. Shifting my body within the cramped sleeping space, I see a man I have never seen before. He is clothed with what could almost be described as rags. Looking towards the arm that isn’t producing the irritating noise, I see him covering a spot on his chest. Blood is slowly oozing from out of his chest and over his hand. His rough, raspy voice is pleading to be allowed into the car.

Quietly I send a sharp whisper to my friend sprawled over the front seats, “Desean, we have a problem.”

He is silent for what seems to be a minute or two. The only sound is the howling wind and the desperate pleading of the man outside the car. In this time I can only ponder what Desean will say. He has always been a bit of a nice guy. Damn, he is probably going to try and convince me to make room and let him in. I’m sure he smells awful, besides, won’t we get blood in the car? My thoughts are curbed in an instant when Desean finally responds.

“Kill him.”

Incredulously, I yell a resounding “what,” transmitting my shock and appall towards my friend.

“His presence does not offer any benefits, only negative results. What if he intends to rob us? The wound on his chest and his demanding tone suggest that this fellow is here to spark trouble. Why should we give him the opportunity to get the better of us? AJ, you are a goddamn giant, take him out before he has the chance to do so to us.”

His words all seemed to make sense. That being said, this is not like Desean. Yet the points he make, all very true. I haven’t came so far in life to get killed by some beggar. The decision made, I unlock the rear door, and then deliver a strong kick in an attempt to slam the door into him, giving me an opportunity to get out of the vehicle unimpeded.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Flames of Revolution [Game Thread]

Ajayi Dejay Richardson-Jones

As the night descends upon the land around us, my fist descends upon the hood of the car. Clearly frustrated, I turn towards my friend Desean, “Bullshit! You said you had everything taken care of. Goddamnit! You incompetent piece of shit!”

Desean quickly backpedals away from Ajayi as he lashes out in a fit of anger. Rather than trying to defuse the situation and quell the storm, he precedes to stroll away from his enraged friend. Nonchalant and fairly impassioned, Desean has always served as a foil to his emotional pal.

About half an hour of silence passes before Desean comes back to talk about the situation with me. Calmly and expressionlessly he explains how as moon rises, the temperatures will plummet. Acknowledging my attire he recommends we find some form of shelter from the cold, however he reminds me that it should be no reason for panic, it is July after all. In the end he suggests a night in the car, and then we can look for some gas the next morning. Reluctantly I agree and try my best to get comfortable in the backseat…. “Yo, fuck these Japanese compacts. So much for being good on gas.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Flames of Revolution [Sign-Ups/OOC; Signs Always Open; Free Cookies]

Name: Ajayi Dejay Richardson-Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Ayaji is often the leading figure among his friends. He stands at 6’6 and weighs 245 pounds. A natural born athlete, he used to have a slimmer figure, but as things went to hell, he put on more pounds then he would have liked due to a less healthy diet. Despite this, he is still in good shape, just he has watched his body shift from that of a trackstar to that of a football player. Most people wouldn’t mind and would kill for his natural athleticism and height, but Ajayi is a bit of a self-centered perfectionist. He has long dreads halfway down his back, often tied up in a messy bun of sorts. He isn’t particularly dark skinned having a white mother, but physically he would identify as African-American. His caramel skin frames his dark brown eyes, and clean shaven face. Thin eyebrows and light features punctuate a face that screams of youth and a lack of development.

He is currently wearing a pair of flip flops, a pair white board shorts, and a black tank top with white lettering, however it has since faded into a state of illegibility.

Bio: Ajayi grew up along the rocky beaches Oregon. Always a man of the outdoors, he would often be away from home, dawn till dusk and sometimes even disappearing for days at a time. He would do anything to escape the house he was living in. A run down slum that he, his mother, and 4 siblings all shared. The day his mother told Ajayi it was his responsibility to look after his younger siblings was the day Ajayi bailed from home. Since then he has been traveling down the coast with his friends. However they are currently stuck in Sacramento, California with no gasoline or money.

Location: On the side of the interstate heading out of Sacramento, currently kicking an old Honda Civic in frustration.

Misc: Requests to be called AJ DJ RJ, often jokingly towards his peers, however some have actually began to refer to him as such.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

The battle was truly a thing of beauty. People always theorized what the world would be like if we were no longer the dominant species. It seems that this may be on the verge of becoming the case. Through sheer willpower, unique skills, and a hint of luck, we succeeded in the prevention of our demise. I for the first time in a long time questioned if I would die. I pondered as of to whether or not my body would fail me. Thoughts of rust are the first steps to eroding away into the abyss known as death. That being said, until I break, I shall ensure that I do not fall.

However I wouldn’t mind a brief break in the walking as we start our hike the intimidating forest. The woods feel so alive without a single species of fauna within our vision. The buzzing irradiating from the deep however are enough to ensure myself that we are not alone. The rich man, the one who nearly died, is insistent that should be alright. I do not know if he is underestimating whatever may lie ahead or if he was overestimating his own capabilities. It was after a few more minutes that the fellow who I shared a room with, Lanceheart was his name, opens his mouth, objecting to our manner of business.

His plan is no doubt a death sentence, more-so than our current one. I decide to be the first to publicly object to his suggestion. “Mr Lanceheart, you no doubt are equally foolish, if not more so than the fellow leading our pack. I am resting upon the impression that you have never been to far from home, and that your home lacks many tall trees. Say we travel off of this narrow pathway, and into the brush as you suggest, I can assure thou, that traversing such a manner would be ever so much more perilous to the party. We would lack visibility due to the shade of the trees, said shade would make the ground more obscured, we would leave ourselves with even less room to evade and fight if the need were to arise, and we may exhaust ourselves from clearing the brush. I say we stick upon this path like water in a pipe.”

I feel bad for the man, but I fear we may not have time to openly discuss the manner if he objects with my reasoning. The hand on my mace, and stare upon my face hopefully sends him the message that this is not a debate.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I am awoken by the frantic yelling of my roommate. He was quiet throughout the night, so if he is yelling, it must be for a reason. I rise to my feet, not as quickly as I used to be able to. In fact, Xlos already left the room. Glancing out the fogged window, I see a moving tapestry of horror. There appears to be an attack of an unknown force. Insects, much like the ones we are accustomed to, except they are exceedingly larger than what we are used to. I suppose I ought to get ready.

I stroll over towards the foot of my bed, and grab my armor. Taking my time, not to cause harm to the old pieces, both armor and myself, I get dressed, preparing for a fight for my life, not ready to succumb to the sweet grasp of death just yet. I still have a life to live and a duty to serve. I place my greatshield upon my back, but I cannot seem to find my mace. Bending, I check underneath the small bed. Nothing. Standing back up, I look towards the window again. I brace myself.

I pull the shield off of my back as a gigantic beetle crashes through the wall. I rush towards the enraged insect, and we both collide with a collision possessing insane force. The beetle, recovering, charges a second time. The mighty creature pushes me back towards open door from which Xlos left. I raise my shield at a higher angle and begin inching towards the beetle, pushing it backwards through better leverage. After a few minutes of struggling, we both begin to ware down in fatigue, but I am now under the beasts head, crouched by its legs, perhaps the safest place to be. Looking around, I spot my mace, just out of arms reach. At some point during the fight, it must of been pushed out towards the center of the room. I must act now.

Without hesitation, I plant my shield under the monster’s head, towards what I could only describe as a neck. Rolling out from under the beetle, I grab it by the horned mandibles, and slam its head down into the shield. Whilst the beast is disoriented, I reach for my mace, and raise it above the monstrous head. Like a hammer to an anvil, I begin repeatedly striking the beetle’s head, smashing it into the greatshield below it. A series of powerful, purposeful strikes occur in a rhythmic furry before I can feel the mace hit the shield directly. Covered in the insect’s guts, I can safely state that this particular beetle is no longer a problem. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I rush out into the fray with the others.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

I can honestly post every day of the week.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

Markus acknowledges my statements, perhaps not exactly as intended, but he seemed to understand enough. Afterwards, a few more people chime in, but with no ground-breaking news. It really appears that we are certainly all clueless in regards to the situation. Perhaps even Markus himself. To be fair, I do not think PCs are trained for moments such as these, so I will cut the man a break.

Speaking of being cut a break, another man enters the room. An older man who so happens to the own the inn. Whether it be from the heart, for from prior obligations, he allows us all to stay a night here for free. This is certainly a gesture not to ignore in today’s world. Yet a man openly disrespects it, flaunting his wealth. Almost as soon as he does, he is met openly with resistance from the group, spearheaded not by Ms Westfield’s statements, but rather Lorcrux’s actions. They say ink strikes deeper than blade, but I feel this transgression may speak otherwise. I may disagree with Mr Makineite’s methods, but I can understand what prompted them. This man seems to be a pompous, rich, piece of scum that makes life hell for those around him. That being said, his financial assets turns him into somebody who could throw this old dog a bone.

Quickly I rise to my feet and approach Mr. Makineite. I do not lay a hand on the man for not only do I respect him as a person, I respect him as a fighter. “You are given the freedom to place judgement on people, but not the freedom to act upon said judgement. I am going to request that you learn not to make rash decisions to place your hand upon others when unwelcome. I understand how you were raised, and I hope you understand that things are different on the outside. I might not like the world as it is, but now is not the time to try and change it.”

Now turning my back towards the former pit-fighter, I look towards Mr Lanceheart, shooting him a glance through the mostly destroyed mask, letting him know that I will room with him.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I stand up as I go to talk. It might seem odd in this setting, but I was taught that if you want to be heard, you must make yourself seen. First I place a hand up, towards Ms Westfield, signaling for her to cease her dialogue. “Ma’am, I am apologetic, but I will, I must interject. You speak hard questions from which I forsee long answers. Answers that Sir Greenswald can not procure for us. At least not here, at least not now.”

Now turning my focus back towards Markus, briefly glancing towards his leg. “As thou already know, I was traveling out in the open, within view of the sea to the southeast. Very little events, or land forms obscured my vision. So hear my testimony; I saw these beams of energy. Arcing from what I presume to have been the castle, where the transgression occurred. Over my head, I saw one sail towards the sea. As I turned back, I saw even more. I can not be certain on how many, but I can fathom an idea as of to where these beams landed. They spread apart like the etches of sundial. This is what I saw.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I stand in silence, not in a particular hurry to sit at the table. Eventually, I maneuver myself over towards the designated table. Quickly, I find myself a seat. I cannot help but notice the myriad of people here seems like it may be a bit of a clash. The silence is somewhat nice. It gives us a chance to get acquainted with others, without poor first impressions.

All good things must come to an end. Some fellow by the name of Andre seems to lack any sense of social awareness. I observe as he swings his body without direction ,and speaks words that hold no meeting. I don’t understand why he is here to tell the truth. He seems weak, both mentally and physically. I divert my gaze away from the man and notice an interesting looking, dark skinned man. I remember him somewhat well. A pit fighter by the name of Lorcrux.

Interesting story how I know him. Interesting enough I suppose. I slowly approach the man. Reaching into a bag, I pull out a list of names with crude drawings tagged with most of the names. I hand it over to Lorcrux. “Hello Makineite. It is nice to see you on the outside in one piece. I never really knew you, but I knew of you. I was once given a job to try and maim, possibly kill you. I considered it, the man payed well. Apparently he had a large bet riding on you losing the fight, and I was broke. Luckily for both of us, I clearly never sought to do so, and considering you seem to be out of the pit, rest assured the offer hath expired. Joy to the fucked up world we live in. My name is Wilhelm Bauer. Thought you might like to cut out your name and description and keep it. In a way it is yours.”

I begin to head back to the table. I am normally a fairly quiet man, but I felt obligated to let this man know what I said.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

After the man reveals that he already knew me, I find myself insulted. He requests my name when he already knew it. Its as if he is trying to play some sort of mind games with me. Simply stated, I don’t play no games. I could be reading that wrong, and it isn’t anything to get to upset about, but the rest of his words are.

I stare coldly towards Markus, giving a frigid glare. Looking down upon him, my worn face barely covered by a near useless mask looks down upon the man.

“Life of meaningless.”

If Mr Greensward has not yet picked up on my ire, my next actions should ensure that he does. I quickly draw my mace and fully extend it out towards the sky. I then swing it down with nearly all of my force, twisting my hips and back, pivoting my leg for maximum force. However, I do not swing to crash upon his skull, but instead I release my grasp of the mace, launching it towards his lower legs. To be quite frank, I care not if the attack lands, but only if the message is received.

I do not look to see if the mace landed on the target. Instead I stand at full height, with my head angled slightly upwards to direct a feeling of superiority over Markus. I refuse to look down and make eye contact with the man as I forcefully bellow out, "Thou est absolutely correct. I do speak English. I am Wilhelm Bauer. Thou is also absolute scum. Life, meaningless? "

Now, to the point of yelling, “I hath liven a life of PURPOSE. Everything I hath done, all of my accomplishments hath been to further the great word. EVERY DAMN PIECE I EARN, hath been to construct my church. Thou wish to insult my life? Thou must wish to die.”

Afterwards, noticeably calmer but still refusing eye contact, “I will come with you. It is what the Lord would want. I can feel it. I do not know if I struck you, if I did, I can carry you. If not, let us walk.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

Lightly resting for the night along a fallen tree branch, about 100 paces from the trail, I am stirred to a rise by a curious looking fellow, knocking upon the old, decrepit branch, on which I lay my worn back. As my eyes open, I am greeted by a meek salutation. Fitting for the man before me. Based off of his attire it becomes evident that he is either a Peace Corporal, or someone who has killed a Peace Corporal. I assume the former, but I do not believe it concerns me. Maybe I feel this way out of indifference, or maybe the sleep deprivation over the years has numbed my ability to care about non-immediate threats to me or my people. This quaint man requests to know my name. I suppose this may concern me. Whatever it is, I don’t wish to deal with whatever situation is at hand. I wish only for a good night’s rest and a fruitful journey.

I avert my eyes up towards the man, with a bewildering gaze, I utter, “Ne parle pas.”

Hopefully the curtness of my statement, reinforced by the implication that I do not speak, nor understand the common language of this land be enough to dissuade him from whatever he hoped to achieve by talking to me. If it wasn’t for the badge, we may be in a friendly conversation right now, but I suppose authority and I have never really seen eye to eye.