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(21:06:52) Current players: Mortimer Keelstroke, Legacy Vallasri, Hashenn, Azilie Ryld, Mune Edoan, Etla Isle, Solaria Starwisp, Dergo, Althalos Winterblade, Haani, Key Sorel, Tarquinne, Elora Elaniae, Niv, Epitome, Tsuki K'valen, Lunar Matthias, Dagon, Kenzo Kanaki, Veile, Sibyl, Alium, Render Iceblade, Malecai, Bartholomeus, Ghoulie, Alhsom, Primma, Apotheosis, This Crow, Dralt, The Archivist, Ensueño, James Darkarma, Draum, Eugene Ti'Broderick, Dorax, Islington, Hors D'oeuvre, Vallahd Sacretor, Delysia, Kathy McDarvish, Trinnean, Freya the ninetails, Crosis Darkarma.
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(21:16:34) Kathy McDarvish trodded on in behind him, huddled tightly in her torn up cloak and looking around warily. She really wasn't in the best mindset to be out and around other people, but she agreed to it. As Mal took a seat, she claimed the one at his side, using her fingertips to nudge the hood down from the top of her head. Her arms soon tucked back underneath the green cloth.
(21:18:23) Malecai tucked his shillelagh against the corner where the bar and wall met, settling into his stool next to her with the prerequisite amount of squirming and readjusting. When he'd finally gotten properly seated, he leaned over to bump his nose against her cheek. "Two'a the usual," he murmured, knowing the old blind bear'd know who was asking for what.
(21:20:59) Kathy McDarvish closed her eyes a few moments from the nosebump and gave Mal a soft smile in aknowledgement. The woman looked around the tavern, having only been in it a handfull of times that she could remember...during better circumstances, however, she would have been better company.
(21:23:21) Malecai wasn't long in waiting; he received the whiskey and traded in his silver, sliding the second glass to Kat. "Yer overdue for one of these, I'd say. Stronger'n the stuff in the house." Likely enough, since he went through their home stock like it was water. He tipped up the glass and huffed as the heat came washing back up through his sinuses, brow knitting. "We're set for th'cold season, but we'll need t'find solid work when the thaw comes."
(21:27:24) Kathy McDarvish nodded, taking the glass she was offered and looking down at the amber liquid, gently turning her wrist and causing it to roll in the glass. The woman brought the glass to her nose and took a sniff. As soon as the burn reached the back of her nostrils, she scrunched her face and sat the glass back down on the counter before finally opening her mouth to speak. "I've been preparing for that," she said in her flowery way. "I'm sure you've noticed the growing cases of salves and potions in Mel--... in.. in the spare room." She fell quiet again, looking down at the glass. The sudden memory made her bring the glass up to her lips and toss the liquid back like a pro. she shuddered and let out a small cough before setting the now empty glass back down.
(21:27:41) [#] [Active Areas [5 min refresh]: OOC Room, Orchid Garden (Brothel), Infirmary Main, Outdoors, Cathedral Main, Main Street, Sairon Lab, Jeweler, The Gull's Head (Tavern), ]
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(21:28:27) Dorax shook his head. "She'll be back I know... her employer will take care of her but no. I think I'll just... go to my room, and be a sulky person for a while." Hey at least he wasnt hiding his emotions anymore and player needs to focus on a couple of things.
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(21:33:38) Kathy McDarvish"I've not made the time to," she admitted, frowning at him. "I guess I've been handling things...poorly as of late." Granted, the fact she'd even made so many supplies was to deal with the nonsense going on. "I suppose I should, yes?"
(21:34:49) Crosis Darkarma had been seated in the same chair for over an hour, drinking and eating. A once-steaming plate of deer meat in front of him had gone slightly cold. Rather than a flagon or even a pitcher, Crosis was drinking from a wooden bucket filled with honey-mead. The bucket had been raised to his lips for quite some time, and it wasn't until it was fully emptied that it was set back down on the table. Without paying for more, Bloo immediately took the bucket into the back to refill it while the winged wyrmme picked at the deer meat, tossing sections into the air and catching them in his maw.
(21:42:53) Malecai srhugged. "We'll manage all the same. Just wanted t'check. Still recommend givin'er a talk, though." He half-tipped his glass to his lips, offering a greeting nod when his eyes strayed across the Wyrmme. Tipping back what was left of his whiskey, he sighed and popped the glass back on the table, scooting his stool a little closer to Kat's. "There been any word about... y'know, the girl? Cailith?" Was that her name?
(21:46:16) Kathy McDarvish blinked at the Wyrmme for half a second before Mal scooted closer, her head lowering and turning slightly to get a better ear. "Cailith, yes. I'm unsure, I haven't seen her nor Enkeli recently.. Enkeli had stopped by to ask if I'd seen her, but other than their sudden departure..." She shrugged her shoulders. The poor woman was having a hard time with the child, she thought.
(21:47:26) Crosis Darkarma's slitted hazel pupils focused on Malecai for a second, and he returned the nod while lazily chomping on the meat of a deer's leg. When a fresh bucket of mead was set before him, Crosis immediately set about drinking it. Seemed his stomach did have an end, though, as he stopped about half way through and set it down. Then he began drumming his claws on the table, causing slivers of wood to scatter whenever those black claws landed on the dark wood table. He seemed to be waiting for something.
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(21:49:42) Current players: Mortimer Keelstroke, Legacy Vallasri, Hashenn, Azilie Ryld, Mune Edoan, Etla Isle, Solaria Starwisp, Dergo, Althalos Winterblade, Haani, Key Sorel, Tarquinne, Elora Elaniae, Niv, Epitome, Tsuki K'valen, Lunar Matthias, Dagon, Kenzo Kanaki, Veile, Sibyl, Alium, Render Iceblade, Malecai, Bartholomeus, Ghoulie, Alhsom, Primma, Crosis Darkarma, This Crow, Dralt, The Archivist, Ensueño, James Darkarma, Draum, Lagoy, Dorax, Islington, Hors D'oeuvre, Vallahd Sacretor, Delysia, Kathy McDarvish, Freya the ninetails, Trinnean.
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(21:49:49) Malecai glanced at the table where Crosis was peeling it with a quirked brow. "Not an establishment-friendly way of killin' time," he murmured, eyeing old Bloo with a bit of pity. He tapepd his claw gently on his glass, and the bear had him two fingers in short order. He grimaced at Kat's conjecture, though: "Heard the sprat might have sticky fingers... don't bode well for her, or us either."
(21:52:57) Kathy McDarvish nodded some, remembering how the little one tried to steal the flower she'd received upon her former mate's demise.. seemed death and loss followed her these days. She wondered just how long until the same fate took Mal. Her eyes flinched and she shook the thought away. "No.. I wonder where she'd picked that habbit from.. Enkeli wouldn't know the value of things to steal them."
(21:53:41) Crosis Darkarma grumbled under his breath, reaching into a satchel in his belt. He sprinkled five golden coins onto the table, each much wider and much more pure than Eileadorian gold. 5x as thick, to be exact. For something that cost coppers and silvers. Those things he called ears had heard Malecai's under-the-breath utterance. Bloo gathered the coins up quickly, tucking them into a pouch in his apron. "Well, don't ever accuse a Darkarma of not paying for their bullshit." he said absent-mindedly, still picking at the deer leg with one hand while drumming his claws into the table on the other. Bloo could easily replace the entire bar's tables with how much gold Crosis had just given him. He didn't seem to be interested in their conversation though, and just kept picking at the deer leg and eating bits.
(21:55:34) Malecai's mouth quirked at the return... he shrugged, eyeing the gold curiously. "Fair enough." Turning back to the conversation proper, he shook his head. "She wasn't nickin' shiny things. Bolts of cloth, a knife or two. Things she can use out there. No surprise if she's in it for survival, but I really think we oughtta teach her th'value of good labor, or at least get her some schooling so she has somethin' to busy those hands."
(21:56:20) Malecai: [That was a lot more 'short'-sounding than I intended it to be. Still rusty. x.x]
(21:57:53) Kathy McDarvish"Agreed... the trick, however... is finding the girl." Especially in this weather, she thought. The woman ignored the noisilly waiting fellow accross the way from them the best she could, giving a glance here and there at the tapping and gnawing sounds that she found...quite annoying. But, she wasn't here to butt heads and try to 'mom' someone over their manners.
(21:57:59) Kathy McDarvish: [Is kay]
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(21:58:30) You say, "(Crosis is just going to sit there drinking and eating. Waiting on someone.)"
(21:58:43) You say, "(So skip me. ^.^ Thanks for the RP.)"
(21:58:51) Kathy McDarvish: [*snickers* is kay :3]
(22:00:02) Malecai: [Ten-four~.]
(22:02:48) Malecai glanced at the door, hunching his shoulders as he remembered the chill. "If she's really got that blood in'er, she'll be hunkered down somewhere safe in this weather. She can't move in this. It'd kill'er in a flash." The look on his face said there wasn't so much confidence in the remark, as hope. She'd not been about her own business for long... if she got caught out in this, there'd be no second chance. "I'm... gonna hit up the Cathedral in the morrow. They offer meals to the vagabonds. Maybe she picked up on it. Hope she had the sense to steer clear of the Undercity."
(22:04:44) Kathy McDarvish"It's a tad too close to the water.. in this weather, I'm sure she'd steer clear of it, or her mother would have warned her." Knowing what she knew of Enkeli and how she seemed to love the child, she would be trying her best to keep her safe and warm...if she found her. "When it warms up, however.."
(22:07:05) Malecai: "Mm. We'll figure it out. Still, I'm gonna look anywhere they might be givin' shelter. Wait 'til it's warm and she could be anywhere. I ain't willing to leave'er untended for that long, either." He knocked back half the whiskey there, and nearly choked as his throat protested. "Egh." Glancing at Kat, he tuned his ears properly on her. "How'd you bring up Manji? Locals assisted, or did you school'im yourself?"
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(22:14:24) Kathy McDarvish almost snickered at Mal's lack of control at throwing back the fire water. "Manji was difficult.. Especially since he wanted his father. I couldn't get him to focus much of the time." She looked down at the refilled cup as she thought. "I didn't know many people in Kawatoshi. I tended to stay inside with the child while Kikai went off to do...whatever it was he did." Her nose curled for a moment before continuing. "So, I did it mostly on my own. It was easier when I met Ichiro. He had a level of discipline that I couldn't muster.. Manji was my first child after all.. Budding mother and all that." She looked up at Mal. "We both could help her, if she were willing to listen."
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(22:15:36) (You see Malecai.)
(22:15:36) > The staggered, ringing beat of a brass-headed club on the floor heralded the Warrior-Merchant's entry: heavy leather boots bound up his patterned beige trousers, their hard steps trailing the Shillelagh's beat. Deep blues and gold filigree were lashed stylishly over a fine chainmaille vest, his large shoulders pronounced by hard-leather pauldrons. Thick fingers combed through his bristling black hair, barely held at bay by oils and braided cloth. His long face was an odd pairing with an otherwise thick body, a big-toothed smile flaunted with little discrimination. A short tail lashed haughtily in his wake, its white-streaked tuft half-bound in brass and silk.
(22:18:17) Malecai's brow furrowed. "Ah... so he had a surrogate, of sorts." He glanced at his whiskey, but didn't dare it, this time around. "Yeah. I'll give it my best. I ain't been around kids much in my time, but... y'know. Gotta do what I can." He mustered up a smile, though the thought of raising his niece intimidated him. She'd reminded him far too much of Kai, when he'd seen her trying to burgle the old man's flower from their home.
(22:21:47) Kathy McDarvish nodded some. "She seems wide eyed.. willing to listen. And, she's still young.. if she's able to focus better than Manji, then it shouldn't be a problem." Her son's whole inability to focus was thanks to his splitting home-life with Kai out and about with others while she tried to hold the fort down only to have them biting at eachother once he actually came home. With a hum, she took the glass and, much like before, threw it back and let it burn the back of her throat with a wince. ...the girl handled her firewater much better than Mal.
(22:22:05) Vallahd Sacretor entered the tavern looking for someone. Someone named Bloo. Which, he found. But he also found someone else. Crosis. Smiling someone, he walked over to the dragon and said, "Hello again." He seemed to be in a better mood than before, asking the red, "I'd like to talk about the offer." He had never been in the tavern before. Oddly enough. He'd been in other taverns, but not this one. It was rather pleasant, warm, roomy. Nice atmosphere. Though he wasn't here for a drink.
(22:25:38) Crosis Darkarma seemed to like this place. He appeared to be rather at home, picking off the carcass of a cooked deer's leg. Picking up a bucket with both hands and guzzling down it's contents. Crosis was not a high class creature, and he didn't like disassociating himself from the common folk. He was sitting there, eating and drinking, when he heard Vallahd's voice. Apparently he hadn't been too worried about threats, otherwise he would have turned his head the second the door opened. Didn't know Vallahd well enough yet to be able to tell it was him through his footsteps either. Just didn't care who it was who had come through the door, was all. "Oh? Well then." he said, moving the plate and nearly empty bucket forwards. With a loud burp from the mead he said, "This isn't the place. Got a better one in mind?" he asked, licking his claws of deer-fat and burping again. ...Crosis was not the most civilized creature in the world.
(22:25:54) Malecai nearly choked on his remaining finger of whiskey, though it was because of the impression Cailith's gaze had left on him... intense little brat. He glanced up at Val, and grinned, offering the man a tip of his open hand off his brow in salutation. He glanced at Kat as her drink went down all too quietly, and quirked his brow. "How often you been drinking when I wasn't looking," he muttered.
(22:28:01) Kathy McDarvish"I've not. Y'grow as I have, you learn to tolerate things. As for what, well.. " A grin crawled from one cheek to the other. Finally, a smile! That'd been hiding for the past few weeks, hadn't it? She'd been so lost in everything that'd gone wrong that she hadn't let herself enjoy things.. or was it the whiskey loosening her up?"
(22:29:01) Vallahd Sacretor watched Crosis move his empty plate and bucket, raising an eyebrow. Though he couldn't argue that the dragon looked like he was able to pack it all away. Standing up, he said, "We could go to the smithy. Quieter there." He looked at the other two, greeting them with a hello, before turning his attention back to the dragon.
(22:30:50) Crosis Darkarma nodded, and raised a hand of thanks over his shoulder to Bloo. Without seeing him do it, Bloo nodded his thanks back. Crosis had paid him well for dealing with his presence. Crosis was not easy to have council or break bread with. "Sounds good to me. Lead the way." he said, preparing to follow Vallahd.
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(22:34:37) Vallahd Sacretor did indeed lead the way, heading out of the tavern and to the streets. He didn't say much along the way, or anything, preferring to keep the conversation to the smithy. Once in, he went behind the desk and sat down, a kettle of water going on the wood burning stove, "Alright. I just talked to James today. For obvious reasons, me and my partners weren't willing to pursue this without confirming it with the king first. And the deal is on, though he wanted this to be more specific. Rather than a thousand longswords, he's wanting a more diverse range of weapons for his military."
(22:37:52) Crosis Darkarma picked up the thigh bone of the deer he was still munching on, and carried it with him. He sloppily munched on it as they walked to the smithy, finishing it somewhere near the entrance and tossing the bone over his shoulder into the street after having stripped it of the meat. "Obviously." he said, still chewing a mouthful of meat. Swallowing it he said, "I don't give a shit what he wants to use it for." in a matter-of-fact tone. Still licking his lips. Crosis was entirely unprofessional. "All I give a shit about is that you don't fuck it up."
(22:38:59) You say, "(Charisma Score of 8 for you...:P)"
(22:42:13) Vallahd Sacretor raised an eyebrow some, but said, "I see. So you want to see us work, and see if we can do this. The question I'm posing is rather simple. How much material are you planning to give us? Because James would prefer shields for his men, as well as a variety of weapons with swords being sidearms. I want to make the military as well equipped as we can possibly make it, and already have the blueprints for it all." He rather liked the fellow, he was very blunt and to the point.
(22:47:16) Crosis Darkarma was decidedly not the wordsmith or nobleman his father was. Crosis was rude, crude, and downright terrible to talk to. The difference between a Bronze and a Red dragon was clearly evident when having just spoken to one and now speaking to the other. For noble-types, Crosis grated on them like nails on a chalkboard. If Vallahd had a lesser birth, he might be able to tolerate the red drake. "I'm willing to give you enough to make 1,000 swords and 1,000 suits of armor. If you're a Smith like you say you are, you'd realize the swords weigh around 4lbs each. The armor can weigh anywhere from 60-110lbs. I was assuming you'd make the armor out of the adamantium and the swords out of mithril. But...I over-estimate mortals on occasion. Perhaps you should make the armor out of the lighter metal due to their weaker forms. Hrm...4,000 pounds of mithril for swords, or 110,000lbs of adamantium for armor. ...That was how much I was willing to give you. If my father wants any more or>>
(22:48:37) > Standing at about 5 feet tall, anyone who looked upon him would note a few things. First and foremost, he wasn't a stick. His body was toned well from years of work and training. His blood red hair was long, down to the middle of his back, but was usually braided to keep it neat and managable. He was often wearing only a black silk tunic and grey pants, barefoot. On his left hand was an obsidian ring on his ring finger. His eyes were a dark gold, keen, sharp, and attentive, even when he was relaxed. Beyond that, he was relaticely normal. [Married to Hors D'eouvre] [Whisper and Rp friendly] [Celestial Blacksmith of Etla Isle and Sairon] [Whisper if can sense magic]
(22:48:52) Crosis Darkarma>>to make them into a different combination of things that requires more of each order...he'll have to speak to me directly. I don't know you, but I do know my father. This is quite a bit of metal we're discussing." he said, pulling a pipe out of his belt and packing it up with a brown plant. A snort of flame through his nostrils lit it up, and those slitted pupil eyes focused on Vallahd. The Blacksmith was dealing with a shrewd businessman, as crude as he may have appeared.
(22:53:46) Vallahd Sacretor listened, and said, "The way I work is by ingot, not by weight. And I know that a single ingot of mithril that is about the size of a brick can make 2 broadswords or 3 longswords depending on method. As for armor, it'll take about 10 ingots of adamantine per armor set for all plates, chains, weavings, and fittings. So for a thousand suits of armor, that's ten thousand ingots, and for swords, five hundred ingots of mithril." Looking over at his kettle as it started to whistle, he took it off the stove and poured himself some tea, "Weight is subjective per metal, and with mithril being so light, a four pound sword would be a greatsword if we use mithril."
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(22:58:28) Crosis Darkarma inhaled hard on that pipe, drawing in a great amount of smoke. When he exhaled through his nostrils, that smoke was so prodigious that it completely obscured his face for a few moments before drifting into the currents of the air. " I understand math, Smith. I've been alive for far longer than you could ever hope to be." he said, puffing again. The arrogant red dragon then said, "If you want what James wants, then fine. Take it. I'll give you more than enough. It's not like it's not rotting in tombs in frozen tundra, useless to anyone. Let me see the list my father made." he said, expecting either at least a verbal explanation or a written document.
(23:04:40) Vallahd Sacretor sipped his tea and said, "I can imagine so." When requested, he pulled out his journal and opened it, handing it to the drake. It was clear, 100 raven claw warhammer heads, 100 longspear heads, 100 halberd heads, and 100 broad leaf pike heads, with 22 inch sword sidearms for the 1000 troops, 1000 shields of varying sizes, and then the 1000 suits of adamantine armor. As for actual numbers, the number for adamantine didn't change, but the number for mithril bars was 2100. Divided into 1200 for the shields, 500 for the swords, and 100 for the rest of the weapon heads.
(23:06:22) Crosis Darkarma reviewed the paper, studying over it for a few moments while he calculated. "Fine." he said. "I
(23:06:26) You say, "(Shit. x.x)"
(23:11:17) Crosis Darkarma reviewed the paper, studying over it for a few moments while he calculated. "Fine." he said. "I know you're not a dumb-shit, and I know my father approved this. So I'm not going to bitch about numbers." he said, grumbling under his breath several curses. It was more than he thought he was going to give. Still...if the dragon had such vast quantities of metal available to him, it must have only been 10% of his store or less. Both metals were equally hard to mine, but Crosis had literal legions of bugges and dwarves than had been under his dominion for thousands of years. It wasn't hurting him any to give such vast quantities of such rare materials away. "Hopefully my father recognizes my banner, and doesn't fire on the airships." he said. "Tomorrow. 0900 Hours. That is when the goods will be delivered. However...they won't be delivered here. This is a paltry-house. A fake. Where is your real forge?" he asked, knowingly as only a Master Smith could.
(23:17:09) Vallahd Sacretor waited for him to make his decision. Deny or accept. Though when he approced it, and asked to see the real forge, he said, "At my home." He downed his tea and stood up, holding a hand towards an empty wall. Soon enough the wall turned into a portal, exposing Val's personal forge. It was inside of a volcano with. Clearly seen from Crosis' position, he would see what appeared to be a crystalized ley-line surrounded by a pool of water, about 8 feet around it. On a platform was an adamantine anvil, a rather large one at that, raised above the water a few feet and as close to the ley-line as possible. Near by them were two furnaces, one with red glowing crystals, and one which had magma flowing around it in a stream. The stonework was white, looking like it was cut white granite, with cooled lava around each block, holding it in place.
(23:18:36) Vallahd Sacretor: [There's no smoke coming from the volcano's flume by the way, just a glow]
(23:19:52) Vallahd Sacretor: [Also ignore the random hanging with]
(23:22:00) Crosis Darkarma may have finally stopped being such an arrogrant prick for a moment to gaze upon Vallahd's forge in a bit of awe. Gazing through the portal, Crosis quickly realized how far mortals had come since he'd drawn away from society. They were getting powerful. Vallahd's forge reminded him of his own, and even had certain things his did not. Crosis was capable of forging incredible weapons, but he could not make them magical. His downfall was magic. He had too volatile a spirit to control it, and had withdrawn from the practices and focused on physical arts. So for a moment there, Vallahd had Crosis wide-eyed. A look that, so far, very few mortals had been able to get from him. He gazed on in wonder, imagining what products he could forge with the assistance of someone like Vallahd. "...That will do." he said, swallowing hard. It was better than his own forge.>>
(23:25:12) Crosis Darkarma>>Which Crosis had deemed impossible. Perhaps this new generation...perhaps mortals in general WERE getting stronger. Not weaker, like he had surmised. Surely, they had lost most of the Old Knowledge, but perhaps they were now gaining their own sort of knowledge. Fighting for their own place. Crosis valued only strength, and when he saw that forge...he saw strength. He liked it. And now, he liked Vallahd because of it. "Mark the location on a map for me, and then burn the map after I see it. My airships will be there tomorrow, at 0900." he said. Crosis was still licking his lips over Vallahd's forge. Not only was it identical to his own, Vallahd as able to imbue his arms and armor with magic where Crosis failed. Crosis absolutely loved great power, and when he saw it's potential...well, it got his blood flowing.>>
(23:27:16) Crosis Darkarma>>He puffed on that pipe producing more billows of smoke and said, "If you are able to complete my father's order, I will reward you with the rare Ore that I posesss and you desire." he said. Red Dragons were not without their faults, but if Vallahd completed his end of the bargain, he would be rewarded with a treasure that had no value on the market.
(23:31:50) Vallahd Sacretor looked at Crosis when he saw the forge and had to hold back a laugh. The look of surprise always looked funny on dragons. Probably because of how rare it actually was. As for the map, he pulled out a map and marked it down. It was well out of the way, more towards the equator and among some ancient elven lands. "It's got a barrier around it, so I'll be waiting for the delivery. Tell your airship pilots not to worry about it, if they can see the island they can land." He let Crosis see the map so he had a good location. "It'll take about two, maybe three months to complete all of it. But we'll do it. Finally." Sounding like he wanted to update the military's arment for a long time. Once Crosis had his fill over the forge, he made a motion with his hand and dismissed the portal. "I'm interested. Though you mentioned about smithing from the Old Ways. What did you mean by that?" Turning his attention back to the dragon.
(23:37:56) Crosis Darkarma continued to gaze into the portal, jaw slightly gaping, until it closed. He collected himself though, shutting his jaw and apparently sheepish about having been so amazed by it. Still...it was beyond the realms of his capability. Crosis was a highly capable combative fighter, but certain things were outside of his realms. Magic, for instance. His jaw shut, however, and he managed to compose himself. It was a rare look for dragons, especially ones as ancient as the Darkarma line. "Well...in the old days, we used copper. Then we found tin, and began to forge brass. It wasn't until a country of Vandals found Iron that we even realized it existed. Still...in the old days, we were able to make brass weapons that were far superior to iron in both shape and form. Councils of mages woves spells while the weapons were being forged. Not just one Archmage, but hundreds of mages." he said>>
(23:40:04) Crosis Darkarma puffed on that pipe of his, re-packing it with a bit more of the brown herb. Seeming to reignite it with the already present embers inside the pipe rather than relighting it anew. "A smith would forge, and mages would weave. ...I do not think there are a number of mages alive who could weave a spell into a weapon these days like the Old Ones. Magic becomes rarer and rarer." And, something Crosis himself would never posesss.
(23:42:26) (You see Crosis Darkarma.)
(23:42:26) > Crimson scales interspersed with blue-ice veins dominate this creature's immaculate physique. A winged wyrmme, one who's history is as deep as the mossy coloured eyes of his clan. An ancient race, now forgotten, he still visits the houses of those who dwell in this world when he is not busy continuing his father's legacy at the forge, taking care of his plants, or tending to his library. A spaded, heart-shaped cartilidge weapon lies at the end of a tail lined with spikes made of bone. Of a large height and imposing weight, this creature has stayed alive for as long as he has for a good reason. (RPR)
(23:45:26) Vallahd Sacretor listened. Brass, Bronze. The casting metals. Though listening to him, he said, "Now there are those, like me, who can weave magic with a hammer as he's forging." He repoured himself some tea, "I came from a village of half elementals. They are gone now, dead by a now permenantly destroyed ancient demon. We were secluded from the world, but I feel you might have enjoyed our smithing secrets. We didn't work in normal metals. We worked in magic. Shards of Void, as they're called now. Vessils for our own magic, and extensions of ourselves. To make the metal for it, it required iron, and nine of us who knew what to do. It was difficult, because iron refuses magic until it reaches a certain level, but once that level was reached, it inverted, so to speak. Became transparent, and susceptable to all magics." He sipped the tea, pausing for a bit. >>
(23:46:21) > Standing at about 5 feet tall, anyone who looked upon him would note a few things. First and foremost, he wasn't a stick. His body was toned well from years of work and training. His blood red hair was long, down to the middle of his back, but was usually braided to keep it neat and managable. He was often wearing only a black silk tunic and grey pants, barefoot. On his left hand was an obsidian ring on his ring finger. His eyes were a dark gold, keen, sharp, and attentive, even when he was relaxed. Beyond that, he was relaticely normal. [Married to Hors D'eouvre] [Whisper and Rp friendly] [Celestial Blacksmith of Etla Isle and Sairon] [Whisper if can sense magic]
(23:47:48) Vallahd Sacretor continued, "I thank you for this offer, and the chance it gives. Weaving magic hasn't gone away, it's merely changed I think. I'm a young celestial smith, but I'd like to think I've been able to learn what I need to teach others the same way." Looking at the dragon, he said, "If you would like, we could learn from each other."
(23:51:47) Crosis Darkarma raised an eyebrow at this. "Your clan was able to infuse iron with magic? Everyone knows Iron can strike down those of certain blood due to it's...well, simply unable to absorb magic properties." Not the most eloquent creature, but at least he managed to explain things properly. Iron was a metal well-known to reject magic. Crosis knew well of the old ways of crafting an amazing blade. Legendary arms and armor that could be passed down for generations. He had seen other smiths with other...things that they had brought to the table, be able to craft better weapons than him. In terms of raw power. However, in terms of durability...Crosis, James, and Eldoran had always reigned supreme. "When my father, my Uncle, and I got together to forge a weapon..." he said, reminiscing fondly. Typical of such old beasts.>>
(23:55:45) Crosis Darkarma>> Crosis was clearly James' son, as even though he was not anywhere near a Bronze Dragon, he still loved to talk. "We could craft a weapon...with Eldoran's Magic, James' knowledge, and my Fire...of such quality that I cannot even..." he stopped momentarily, puffing on his pipe. "Perhaps I should just give you one. Of that metal you desire, this weapon is crafted of. My father and my uncle forged it with me. It was just when we were toying around with new things. It never dulls, it will never rust, and it has the power to defeat the enemies of the stars." Whatever the hell that meant. Crosis didn't even know. "I have hundreds of them." he said. "Void Shards...you ought to be careful. I do hope the location you mark on this map for your forge is far away from my father's kingdom." Crosis knew how volatile void shards could be. He was no spring dragon.
(23:56:54) You say, "(I know Vallahd already marked it down, but Crosis hasn't looked at the location of Vallahd's forge yet. He was too distracted by the portal to look at the map.)"
(23:57:32) You say, "(Also sort of means he doesn't want the location of Vallahd's forge for any military/shady reasons, though, if he wasn't all that interested in it's exact location except as a place to deliver materials.)"
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(00:00:55) Vallahd Sacretor listened. The weapons he was talking about, the trimithium. It was something he wanted so badly, but he desired the ore beyond the weapon. Purely because of his magnum opus. "I'd be interested in seeing one." Though on the mention of the location, he said, "It's far enough away that there's no real danger. Even if the ley-line becomes volitile, the most this place will feel is a tremour. Though the void shards aren't able to be disrupted. We call them shards of the void because, in order to make them, iron needs to be infused with magic to the point where it glows bright, then needs to be pulled out slowly without letting it neutralize. Then it becomes amazingly susceptable to magic. If it breaks, it'll break without releasing the energy inside. And if the weilder desires, it can be reformed by that energy."
(00:01:38) Vallahd Sacretor: [If that ley-line went volitile, it'd give the Tzar Bomba competition]
(00:02:41) You say, "(Crosis is able to survive inside of lava. If this all works out, perhaps in a few months time they might create a new Forge together.)"
(00:03:34) Vallahd Sacretor: [Possible. Val's forge is rather large, and focused around the crystalized ley-line. The volcano itself has a flume that goes all the way down to the magma level, which he uses to pull metal]
(00:09:40) Crosis Darkarma may have been speaking about different things with similar names. Void Shards may have meant something entirely different to a 14,000 year old beast that had seen the First Beings walk upon the Earth than they did to a Smith who was less than 1,000 years old. It didn't really seem to matter to Crosis. "As long as my father's realm will feel nothing if you make a mistake, I have no quarrel with it." The Red Dragon wanted to see what Vallahd was capable of. What the new generation of smiths was capable of. "Prove to me that you are no weaker than the Smiths of ages long past were, and I will give you many treasures." he said. Knowing that the raw Trimithium ore was worth far more than the weapons and armor he had forged it into. The raw ore could have magic poured into it, where the already forged weapons were just that - already forged.>>
(00:12:27) Crosis Darkarma then puffed on that pipe of his and said, "Well, as much as I enjoy divulging secrets from the Age of the Ancients to you, I will have to withold myself on a collaboration until I am satisfied with your production." he said, and stuffed that pipe of his out with an ebony claw. He glanced at the map, memorizing it in an instant. "The materials will be delivered to that location, tomorrow, at 0900 via Bugge Airship flaunting my Flag. Do not fail me, and do not fail my father." he said.
(00:14:59) Vallahd Sacretor once Crosis had remembered the location, he took the map and set it into the stove. "In short, do our best and we'll be rewarded. If we make cheap crap from celestial metals, we're not worth our hammers. I think you'll be impressed by what we make. Or at the very least satisfied." Turning to the dragon, he said, "I'll be waiting on the Northern Dock then for it."
(00:19:17) Crosis Darkarma's business with Vallahd was concluded. It had turned out favorable, as they'd had a small conversation about the details of smithing and learned than each had to offer something to their shared craft. "Very well. I shall be waiting on your finished product. If it takes longer than three months...I know dwarves who can get the job done in that time. I will give them the contract instead." he said, stepping out without another word. Although he hoped that Vallahd completed the contract, because Crosis himself believed he was capable of so much more than the dwarves he employed.
(00:21:47) Vallahd Sacretor nodded at that, "We're expecting two to three months. With two people at all times working, should work out." He smiled some, already making plans, and even set out an hour glass. A magical one. Seemed he planned on timing it. Val did love a challenge, and had full intention to make it. "Have a nice night." Standing up, he downed his tea and reopened the portal to his forge, going in to make sure he had enough tools for everyone.
(00:26:31) Crosis Darkarma raised a hand like he did to Bloo, announcing his departure. He may have liked to talk for ever, and ever, and ever, but when it came right down to it Crosis wasn't much for words. He recognized the place of words in business deals, but after they were concluded he was done until the deal was done. "You too." he said, waving that claw around as a goodbye while he descended the stairs.
(00:27:00) [#] [Active Areas [5 min refresh]: OOC Room, Outdoors, Cathedral Main, Main Street, Orchid Garden (Brothel), Blacksmith, The Gull's Head (Tavern), Docks, ]
(00:27:17) Vallahd Sacretor left the smithy for his own forge, departing from the deal. He had much to tell the other smiths.
(00:27:26) Vallahd Sacretor: [Thanks for the rp ^^]
(00:28:01) You say, "(You too! <3)"
(00:29:01) (You see Tarquinne.)
(00:29:01) > The androgynous vampire was an introverted sort, who displayed a noticeable social anxiety around crowds or new faces with a penchant for fidgeting when unnerved. Pale was his complexion, while eyes were an icy-blue in hue. Although his outfits were well-kept and neat, his dark hair was often not. A scarf rested around his throat to often conceal scars, though despite the marred flesh, he spoke with no rasp to his tone and a pair of dark gloves was always a staple to his attire. A dagger and sword rested at his belt, the latter a thin blade with gems at the hilt. (RPR) (Familiar; Note)
(00:29:31) You say, "(Guess who's back to ask where a certain former Master of Secrets is located? :-D)"
(00:31:31) You say, "(Unless you're busy with a private RP, in which case I can turn around and find someone else to bother. ^.^)"
(00:32:42) You say, "(*Turns around and finds someone else to bother. >.>*)"
(00:32:45) [#] [Active Areas [5 min refresh]: OOC Room, Outdoors, Cathedral Main, Main Street, Orchid Garden (Brothel), The Gull's Head (Tavern), Docks, ]
(00:32:54) Trinnean: [LMAO no it's fine!]
(00:33:00) You say, "(xD)"
(00:33:06) Trinnean: [sorry was... watching something on fb]
(00:33:16) You say, "(Lol no problem. :P)"
(00:33:25) Trinnean: https://www.facebook.com/virtua1dreams/videos/vb.845767745564236/1113382262136115/?type=2&theater i want to cry]
(00:34:37) Tarquinne: LOL sure]
(00:35:09) You say, "(OH GOD. THEY ARE SO "RAWR xD")"
(00:35:24) You say, "(It's like, "Welcome to 2009. Ho.""
(00:36:29) Trinnean: that was 2007-2008 for me LOL]
(00:37:23) You say, "(Well, I'm old and 28...so that was coming around right about the time I exited High School.)"
(00:37:50) You say, "(Back in my day it was simple. There were Grunge Kids, Goth Kids, Popular Kids, and everyone else.)"
(00:38:36) You say, "(Before "Screamo" was a thing. xD)"
(00:38:42) Tarquinne: LOL old and 28]
(00:39:12) You say, "(=D)"
(00:39:21) You say, "(I really do feel old sometimes!)"
(00:40:06) Tarquinne is 32 ;c]
(00:40:12) Trinnean: it's ok, the husband is 29 :>]
(00:40:48) You say, "(x.x; I also come from Ohio, so we're like...10+ years behind the times of more...fashionable, popular places.)"
(00:41:04) Trinnean: i hate ohio it can eat ass]
(00:41:07) You say, "(And live under large rocks, apprently.)"
(00:41:29) You say, "(Same here, mate. Thats why I'm moving to West Virginia.)"
(00:41:35) Trinnean: [oh no that's worse]
(00:42:01) Trinnean: [prepare for redneck central. it's like kentucky but closer to the coast]
(00:42:27) You say, "(Nah, not in terms of the economy. Here in Ohio you can make 16.00$ an hour at a warehouse job and work for 12 hours a day but still barely be able to make rent and afford steak and chicken every now and then.)"
(00:42:46) Trinnean: oh yeah WV and KY are super cheap places to live]
(00:42:54) You say, "(Down there in Hilljack Central, 16.00$ an hour stretches to like 23$ an hour.)"
(00:43:18) You say, "(A dozen eggs costs like 85c, a gallon of milk is like 1.50$.)"
(00:43:21) Trinnean: [not worth it tho, i left ky less than a year ago. i have nightmares about living there ;-;]
(00:43:26) Trinnean: [i mean for me]
(00:43:29) Trinnean: [for you it could be coolb eans]
(00:43:38) Trinnean: [but i am gay and things so it's esp bad LOL]
(00:43:52) You say, "(Well, I'm sort of outdoorsy. I like fishing and hunting and shit. Oh, yeah. Then it'd be totally bad for you lol.)"
(00:44:02) Trinnean: [it was LOL]
(00:44:09) You say, "(Columbus actually isn't that bad for the gay community, though.)"
(00:44:16) Trinnean: [got singled out by a priest at my grandma's funeral]
(00:44:19) Trinnean: [that was fun 8)]
(00:44:30) Trinnean: o that's nice then]
(00:44:34) Trinnean: [i do wanna go to cedar point]
(00:44:35) You say, "(We have all sorts of pride parades and shit. I go down there every year into Columbus and wear my "Str8 Against H8" T-Shirt.)"
(00:44:48) Tarquinne: i am totally up for an RP thing if you guys still want to do it]
(00:44:50) You say, "(Cedar Point is so awesome! Best roller-coaster park in the entire US.)"
(00:44:52) Tarquinne: man, we cant have those here]
(00:44:59) Trinnean: [really?? :C and yeah i'm down]
(00:45:16) Tarquinne: they painted a rainbow cross walk in support of gay rights here and someone went and splashed it with black paint. twice]
(00:45:20) Trinnean: [i am a roller coaster slut so i REALLY WANNA GO but ohio brings badmemories so it'd have to be a thing i'm mentally prepared for]
(00:45:24) Trinnean: [holy shit :((]
(00:45:48) Trinnean: [yeah where i'm from in ky they were gonna doan lgbt booth at this apple festival. instead, they said no and allowed a KKK booth]
(00:45:50) Trinnean: [i wish i was joking]
(00:46:08) You say, "(You must have been in the redneck/cornfield parts of Ohio where I'm from.)"
(00:46:17) You say, "(Columbus is a whole 'nother animal.)"
(00:46:22) Tarquinne: but this is a super religious town, so im also not surprised. the mennonites are very old school. some are even super against technology]
(00:46:30) Trinnean: [oh no, kentucky! ohio i hate bc the law does nothing for sexual predators]
(00:46:38) You say, "(It's a Blue county surrounded by a sea of Red.)"
(00:46:40) Trinnean: [mennonites wow, haven't heard that term in forever]
(00:46:44) Tarquinne: hahaha]
(00:47:17) You say, "(See, I might be a 6'4 230lbs straight as an arrow white guy....)"
(00:47:39) You say, "(But you best believe I'ma bust somebody up if they make fun of one of my gay friends and make them feel bad. D:)"
(00:48:09) Trinnean: [my step dad wound up progressing from homophobic to like... a 'fight tooth and nail for the gay and trans community' kind of ally and it's so cool to see that progression]
(00:48:13) You say, "(I will straight beat somebody's ass for fuckin' with one of my people just because of what sort of genetalia they prefer.)"
(00:48:13) Trinnean: [he's very redneck too]
(00:48:43) You say, "(Honestly dude, in Columbus Ohio, you'd never have to worry about that.)"
(00:48:52) You say, "(It's just...everywhere else in Ohio.)"
(00:49:34) Trinnean: i live in OKC right now, and it's pretty chill for gay/trans ppl. get problems at the court house 8') but that's whatever. I don't get harrassed for wearing rainbow shit or holding my husband's hand or anything. much better than KY]
(00:49:53) You say, "(But in Columbus, Gay Pride busts through there every year and has a parade. Nobody gives a shit if a black woman and a white woman are in a lesbian relationship with oneanother. We're just like, "Okay. ...And your point is...?" :P)"
(00:50:10) You say, "(Gay Marriage was legalized here.)"
(00:50:16) Tarquinne: my dad's current GF stopped talking to me when she found out i was bisexual and in an 'open' relationship]
(00:50:22) Trinnean: [ah yeah WV and KY are also super racist]
(00:50:25) You say, "(KY is probably shit, though.)"
(00:50:28) Trinnean: [jesus christ i hate ur dad's gf]
(00:50:37) You say, "(And aye. WV is like...95% white. Same with KY.)"
(00:50:49) Tarquinne: she was just like 'oh. thats different' and that was it. she wished me a happy BDay tho, so that was nice]
(00:51:37) You say, "(LOL my white friend was like, "Dude! There's no problems between blacks and whites down here. It's not like the C-Bus. They just don't cause any problems, there are literally zero problems.")"
(00:52:13) You say, "(And I said, "Yeah, dumbass, it's because they're fucking afraid. They're like 5% of the population, of course they're going to try and blend in.")"
(00:53:32) You say, "(OKC is Oklahoma City, right?)"
(00:53:36) Trinnean: yepyup]
(00:53:50) You say, "(I thought they were pretty backwards.)"
(00:54:21) Trinnean: oh it can be. but this is a fuckin... canadian Pride 24/7 compared to KY]
(00:54:44) You say, "(xD KY is a Shithole. Everyone knows this. Same with Tennesee.)"
(00:54:56) Trinnean: [I see people like me often enough that i feel safe and happy enough.]
(00:55:11) Trinnean: [BUT YEH uh... if we do the rp thing then who starts?]
(00:55:15) Trinnean: [yeah LOL]
(00:56:45) You say, "(I'm sure there's a certain amount of straight, white privilege there going on when I move to Charleston WV.)"
(00:57:07) Trinnean: [oh def]
(00:57:07) You say, "(I'm not unaware of that shit, and I'll beat the fuck out of anybody who tries to fuck with my gay bois. XD)"
(00:57:37) You say, "(Sounds super white-straight-privilegy but I love gay people.)"
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(00:58:10) You say, "(One of my best friends, Keith, he's like 55 and super fae about his homosexuality. We kick it like 3 times a week.)"
(00:58:21) You say, "(He was there, man. Like...when it was REAL bad.)"
(00:59:03) You say, "(Every time he tells me a story from the dark days it gets me pumped, and all of the sudden I want to go beat some white dudes' asses. xD)"
(01:00:41) You say, "(Alright, well...as far as RP...were you guys already roleplaying?)"
(01:01:07) Trinnean: [LOL]
(01:01:24) Trinnean: [oh, in whispers, so i think it's good to do something on screen B)]
(01:01:32) Trinnean: [i am at least]
(01:01:38) You say, "(Crosis just gave like, literally millions of dollars to James' smiths like Vallahd and Dergo)"
(01:01:52) Trinnean: [eyyy i want some of that /fingerguns/]
(01:02:00) You say, "(So he wants to make sure his similar, PRICELESS, investment...is coming through with Trinnean.)"
(01:02:30) You say, "(And feel free to continue doing naughty things in whispers. I don't care. xD)"
(01:02:53) Trinnean: [they're like brothers my dude LOL]
(01:03:29) Trinnean: oh fucking ew i found some old ass art from 2009 i did of james, it's... so bad...]
(01:04:12) Tarquinne: i can do something in screen]
(01:05:54) Crosis Darkarma barged into the church, opening both of the heavy doors like they were the weight of a pin or nail. One hand went back to his waist, black claws wrapping around that pipe of his he seemed to carry with him everywhere. He puffed on it, and seemed dissatisfied with the life it gave him. So he unbuttoned another pouch, packed more of the brown herb in, and puffed it back to life with the charcoals and embers still in the pipe while hovering in the doorway. Once it was sparking to his satisfaction, he continued on into the church and spotted Trinnean. "So, have you killed it yet?" he asked, clearly asking about the plant he'd given him.
(01:08:24) (You see Tarquinne.)
(01:08:24) > The androgynous vampire was an introverted sort, who displayed a noticeable social anxiety around crowds or new faces with a penchant for fidgeting when unnerved. Pale was his complexion, while eyes were an icy-blue in hue. Although his outfits were well-kept and neat, his dark hair was often not. A scarf rested around his throat to often conceal scars, though despite the marred flesh, he spoke with no rasp to his tone and a pair of dark gloves was always a staple to his attire. A dagger and sword rested at his belt, the latter a thin blade with gems at the hilt. (RPR) (Familiar; Note)
(01:09:16) You say, "(Crosis talkin' to ya'll about some business on screen...ya'll doin' some old-school nasty shit off screen. I see how it is. xD)"
(01:09:19) (You see Tarquinne.)
(01:09:19) > The androgynous vampire was an introverted sort, who displayed a noticeable social anxiety around crowds or new faces with a penchant for fidgeting when unnerved. Pale was his complexion, while eyes were an icy-blue in hue. Although his outfits were well-kept and neat, his dark hair was often not. A scarf rested around his throat to often conceal scars, though despite the marred flesh, he spoke with no rasp to his tone and a pair of dark gloves was always a staple to his attire. A dagger and sword rested at his belt, the latter a thin blade with gems at the hilt. (RPR) (Familiar; Note)
(01:09:51) Trinnean: [they discussing a baddie]
(01:10:38) You say, "(Well feel free to bring it on screen. Crosis has plenty of experience vanquishing foes and whatnot if they need some tips and tricks from an O.G.)"
(01:11:24) Tarquinne: LOL]
(01:12:00) Tarquinne: quinne doesnt do dirty shit with fam, yo]
(01:12:08) You say, "(xD)"
(01:12:36) Trinnean was sitting there, sure, this time in his own chair rather than on the benches. Quinne was there with him, likely seated nearby. Whatever the two were talking about seemed to come to a stop when Crosis entered. Last time he saw him, he'd had a bit of a hissy fit. Right. Forgot to tell Quinne about that... He did wonder if the letter was sent, though! "Plants do not die with me," he explained, just a little bit uncomfortable. "Thrown any more tantrums?" Forgive the guy, he was likely on some manner of pain relief and might have had some wine to manage it.
(01:15:35) Tarquinne paused at the sound of someone entering and he looked away to Crosis, the demodog at his side following his example. He was about to offer his usual greeting until the two addressed each other, and he raised an eyebrow. "Tantrums?" The vampire repeated, resting his bandaged hands to his lap. "Good evening. Is there anything we can assist you with tonight?" He'd ask, straightening his posture to something less relaxed.
(01:20:16) Crosis Darkarma was able to recover from his temper-tantrums and come back the very next day like nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn't just acted like a small child and thrown a fit the night before, and everything was back on an even playing field. Crosis much preferred it if it was pretended that he wasn't some Ancient, incredibly powerful...moody child. Which is exactly what it was, but he HATED it when it was brought up. "Well, I'd certainly fucking hope not, because that plant is not just a fucking plant." he said. Crosis had delved deep into honey-mead that evening, and was evidently a bit sloshed. Unlike real nobles and people of power, Crosis didn't give a shit how drunk he was. He just said whatever he wanted to. Which just so happened to be, "As a matter of bloody fact, there it. I want to see it. Show me the herb. Show me that your dumb ass didn't forget to water it every day." It had been three days, after all. He was speaking to Trinnean.
(01:27:39) Trinnean nodded and murmured a brief explanation for what was done, then returned his attention to Crosis. When he requested to see the herb, even with the attitude he had, he could understand. "Quinne, would you mind going up to my room to fetch a plant in a pot near my window? It looks a little like aloe, and is the only plant like it in my room." He'd do it himself, but he wasn't exactly supposed to walk on his feet right now. "Do you just want it back? I feel torn between feeling grateful and honored and feeling like screaming at you for being a spoiled, childish bastard. If I'm honest, it's confusing me." He didn't want to just take the verbal onslaught! ...But he also didn't want to look ungrateful. What a situation to be in!
(01:31:07) Tarquinne didn't look very impressed by the man's manner. "I'm going to ask you to relax on swearing up a storm, as there are actual young children here." And right now, it seemed they were dealing with an adult one. "If it continues, you are to leave. I will not listen to this." He said, as he moved to stand at Trinnean's request. "Of course. Perhaps we can get some peace once he runs back to whereever he came from." The vampire said, stepping away to go retrieve the plant while resisting the urge to possibly do something to it.
(01:32:39) Trinnean: [so three sassy bitches walk into a temple]
(01:32:46) Tarquinne: LMFAO]
(01:34:50) Crosis Darkarma was an incredibly rude, crude, and unlikeable creature. He realized that, but he didn't seem to give a damn about it. All he wanted is what he wanted. "If I didnt trust you with it for three days, why in the Primes' names would I have fucking given it to you?" he asked, torn apart between wanting to trust in Trinnean's ability to be kinder than he could ever be and wanting to know he was capale of taking care of something. Crosis' teeth gritted something fierce while Tarquinne spoke. It wasn't until she left that Crosis seemed to plead, "Does she not know that if I decided she should be breakfast, she would be laid upon my plate with eggs and bacon?" Crosis seemed confused as to how sassy a bitch Tarquinne was when he declared himself to be the Sassiest Bitch of Them All. When Tarquinne left to fetch the herb, Crosis looked dead-eyed at Trinnean. "I seriously will fucking eat her.">>
(01:36:00) Tarquinne is not a lady tyvm]
(01:36:31) Crosis Darkarma>> "You had better get your woman under control." Crosis was from a bygone era. He was an ancient. A fucking relic. He was old news. Yet...he still had something. Something no one else in this era possessed. He was a piece of shit, and proud of it. And wanted things to be done his way. Crosis was challenging, and nearly impssible to deal with.
(01:36:39) You say, "(Crosis just said that to be a dick. xD)"
(01:37:56) You say, "(Please don't hate me OOC. x.x;)"
(01:38:13) You say, "(I play Crosis with a Charisma Score of 8. He's rude, demeaning, and an asshole.)"
(01:38:20) You say, "(But I promise I'm not. <3)"
(01:38:54) Tarquinne: That's fine. The only thing that really concerns me is all the chat about how powerful he is and stuff?]
(01:40:49) You say, "(Well, Crosis is like...a 14,000 year old dragon.)"
(01:40:58) You say, "(Ever fight James IC? It's pretty much the same thing.)"
(01:41:45) You say, "(He is certainly capable of being defeated, but on a physial level he's very cocky.)"
(01:41:52) Trinnean shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not you," he replied, then looked to Quinne as he spoke. "Thank you. And yes... I'll press it if it continues." Turning back to Crosis as he began dropping pronouns that were far from correct, he not only felt infuriated for Quinne, but angry on a personal level. Perhaps because he and Quinne were similar in many, many ways, both psychologically and em otionally as well as physically. "He is not on the menu, and again, you're certainly making your father seem like a piss-poor parent. I tried being patient with you yesterday, and informative as I could be, but you're being infantile now. We don't stride into your home insulting you, calling you the wrong thing. I request you at least attempt to be respectful, please. At least a little." Pause. "And that woman is my brother." It did make him a little concerned. They didn't look like women... Quinne certainly didn't. PARANOIA.
(01:42:18) You say, "(It's just that I'm trying to portray his character at a Charisma level of 8, and a great way to make people not like him is having him be arrogant and cocky.)"
(01:44:26) Snapper Chum strides into the cathedral on mismatched talons, views the ginormas hallblock standing there drunk in near yonder, then turns around to escape in the other direction.
(01:48:24) Tarquinne would've been glad to know he missed all the talk of eating him and being called a woman, simply because one was insulting and the other a bit concerning. Dragons in general concerned Quinne, but he was sore, tired and not in the mood. "Oh, it's still here." He said as he returned and he'd sniff disdainfully, handing the plant to Trinnean. "Here you go." Quinne would let him take the plant, because while he was annoyed, he decided not to be petty enough to drop it. He'd stand at Trinnean's side, hands clasped infront of his stomach and he'd glance over to Phillip when he arrived only to take off.
(01:50:46) Crosis Darkarma knew, of course, that Tarquinne was male. He was just a total and complete asshole. No one liked him, and for good reason. There wasn't a being alive save perhaps an ancient demon that called Crosis "friend". As for the reccomendation of his father, Crosis merely laughed boistrously. "You think I gave a fuck what my father thinks?" But then he seemed to control himself. It took a while. Minutes, even. For him to argue with himself. Crosis was an ancient Child. He was incredibly hard to deal with, and much harder to endure for long periods of time. "So, it's still alive." he said, after Tarquinne brought it back. "Congratulations, perhaps I will not murder you on holy ground." Trinnean may not have known what he was getting himself involved with when he accepted Crosis' seemingly kind offer of having him nurture a plant.>>
(01:54:26) Crosis Darkarma>> The beast before them was incredibly Bi-Polar. He shifted between Good and Evil at a moment's notice. A true Chaotic Neutral. But then...just as he'd started off extremely rude and disrespectful, he changed his tone. "Thank you, good sir." he said to Tarquinne. But then his eyes narrowed. "For not dropping it." The beast seemed to be highly aware of those around him's motivations. Crosis focused his attention onto Trinnean. "Have you been replacing the water daily?" he asked, puffing on that pipe again. He was so disrecpectful you almost didn't want to talk to him.
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(02:00:58) Trinnean accepted the blurry pot and held it in his lap, not quite holding it out for the man to take, but having it on display."Of course it's alive. I know how to take care of plants." After a pause, he spoke again. "I feel honored," he remarked dully, rolling his eyes. How grateful was he that he would not die over some plant. ...Granted, sure, he got that it was an important plant, but still! He was salty and tipsy and his feet hurt. "You okay?" he asked Quinne, noting the way he spoke and his general silence aside for that quick quip. Back to Crosis, he nodded. "Yes, yes. But honestly, if you'd rather just have it back, do take it." Felt awkward as hell being caught in-between like that.
(02:01:10) Trinnean wouldn't notice Phillip because his glasses were gone, sadly. :c.
(02:01:48) Tarquinne glanced over to Wight a moment, though the demodog seemed unconcerned with Crosis' presence despite his Master's agitation. "Why are you allowing yourself to endure this?" The vampire directed that question towards Trinn, especially after the comment of murder was spoken. It was responded to with a frown, and a mental note to speak to the High Cleric later. "I was close, but Trinnean has probably been spending a good amount of time with it and I don't care to do anything to upset him." Crosis, though, was obviously an entirely different story. "I am honestly confused as to why we have to humor this shitty attitude."
(02:03:53) (You see Snapper Chum.)
(02:03:53) > Rawboned, dwarf vallhund-wyrmme hybrid. Fur along the underside including the limbs, broken by uneven scales along the topside, including the limbs.Back is stooped by a small jagged tortoise shell, badly indenting back layers. His neckless dog head has an overgrown, largely crooked jaw of many misplaced teeth and more growths. Facial spikes, distorted tusks mar the jaw. His right arm is a 'v' shape with a wristless paw of three claws. Right stunted footpaw half touches the ground. The overlong tail is devoid of any scales or fur, ending in an anchor-like spike series. Humps and clusters dot the primitive throwback, the left eye is crossed downwards.The hybrid has an uneven shaven face, two belted axes and a handled rod. Tattooes black the torso, face and arms, covered by fine clothing, hides of plates, and an oval cape of black silkish cloth.
(02:08:33) Crosis Darkarma's tongue finally flicked out of his mouth, and his head immediately snapped towards Snapper. "Hold, Brother. Take this in. Learn." he announced, smelling that he was part-wyrmme perhaps? Perhaps he just didn't want his chiding to go unnoticed, and witnessed. Crosis was arrogant and a piece of shit like that. As for Tarquinne, Crosis said, "Why don't you calm your undead ass down before I shove a piece of oak-wood into your heart and send you to your final death?" Crosis knew precisely how to deal with undead. ...But not how to deal with people. No, that skill...he lacked entirely. It ruined his relationships with many possible 'new friends'. As for Trinnean, Crosis said, "What. You don't want it? You don't think you can do it? I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE NICE." he screamed. Crosis was throwing another god damned temper-tantrum. "YOU DO. YOU FUCKING BE NICE TO IT, AND IT'LL BE BETTER THAN I COULD EVER MAKE IT."! he screeched in a low gravelly tone.>>
(02:11:56) Crosis Darkarma>>He was huffing and puffing, about to blow a house down. But he managed to calm himself a little. "Listen..." he said through gritted teeth. "You. Both of you. Despite your natures, despite your afflictions...both of you know how to show kindness. This is something I lack. I require your kindness. As a reward, you shall be granted with the rewards of that kindness. Show it to this plant, and it will aide you in your darkest hour. Whereas I...I will only come to consume what little flesh you have in your darkest hour. I will enjoy the taste of your bones. This plant is something far purer than I could ever hope to be. Now FUCKING TAKE CARE OF IT PROPERLY." He screamed. Crosis was such an asshole.
(02:12:44) Trinnean whips out a clipboard. "And how does this make you feel?"]
(02:12:50) You say, "(XD)"
(02:12:51) Trinnean: [pls excuse me i'm having a really weird head day lol]
(02:12:56) You say, "(Cros' has problems. xD)"
(02:14:21) (You see Trinnean.)
(02:14:21) > Although dramatic contrast could be a bit painful to the eyes, Trinnean did his best to make it work. Darker colors were his go-to clothing color, save for splashes of blues or golds. He always wore long sleeves, concealing slender wrists but surprisingly toned arms. Recently, he seems to have favored robes and other flexible and generally non-intimidating garb. He appeared relatively harmless, if not a little sheltered. Appearances can be deceiving, however. [RPR] [Seeking] [ # ] [Commissions!] [Patreon!] [NC] [WF] [Gendarme - whisper if you need IC help!]
(02:14:21) > The androgynous vampire was an introverted sort, who displayed a noticeable social anxiety around crowds or new faces with a penchant for fidgeting when unnerved. Pale was his complexion, while eyes were an icy-blue in hue. Although his outfits were well-kept and neat, his dark hair was often not. A scarf rested around his throat to often conceal scars, though despite the marred flesh, he spoke with no rasp to his tone and a pair of dark gloves was always a staple to his attire. A dagger and sword rested at his belt, the latter a thin blade with gems at the hilt. (RPR) (Familiar; Note)
(02:14:29) Snapper Chum doesn't want to be noticed either, he simply wants to venture away in plentiful hopes of not being squished or roared out, the cathedral does harbor unusual chances. He can feel Crosis' loud chidings boom through his ears and vibrate through every crack in his wrecked shell, helped by the echoing of the cunningly built walls and hall, making the length of his thin, thin scaleless, hairless tail kink out in portions with fright. He stands stiff straight when the minor male is called out on, knowing better to move or to utter a good evening. Maybe he can duck out admist the pointless yellings unperturbed. "Mirmoggin's filthy craw.." A quite curse at his current fate.
(02:18:46) (You see Snapper Chum.)
(02:18:46) > Rawboned, dwarf vallhund-wyrmme hybrid. Fur along the underside including the limbs, broken by uneven scales along the topside, including the limbs.Back is stooped by a small jagged tortoise shell, badly indenting back layers. His neckless dog head has an overgrown, largely crooked jaw of many misplaced teeth and more growths. Facial spikes, distorted tusks mar the jaw. His right arm is a 'v' shape with a wristless paw of three claws. Right stunted footpaw half touches the ground. The overlong tail is devoid of any scales or fur, ending in an anchor-like spike series. Humps and clusters dot the primitive throwback, the left eye is crossed downwards.The hybrid has an uneven shaven face, two belted axes and a handled rod. Tattooes black the torso, face and arms, covered by fine clothing, hides of plates, and an oval cape of black silkish cloth.
(02:24:38) Trinnean sat there through Quinne's questioning and Crosis' shouting. "You're older than I am. I know this." No idea how old though! "I have spent eightteen-" He paused, made a bit of a confused face, then added, "Nineteen-" Technically "Years alive. I have learned much in that short amount of time. I expect you have learned far, far more. Perhaps you should think before speaking, and I say this to help. Think before you talk. If it seems like something these 'nice people' wouldn't say, don't say it, or find a way to say it in a way that might make them feel less like turning your hide into a nice purse." He did speak quietly that time, gentle enough not to seem outright malicious. He'd lean in to Quinne to finally respond, mostly to avoid giving Crosis more to fuss about, potentially. Yeah, his heart was racing because yelling was far from bueno, but he was attempting to keep in mind the patterns he saw in the fellow's behavior. "...Do you wish to learn?" Why the Hell was he offering?
(02:27:39) Tarquinne. While wary of dragons, there was one thing Quinne hated and that was being threatened. He grit his teeth a moment and while the whole scene started to worsen his anxiety, he tried to keep his voice steady. Despite his best attempts, he'd still stammer as he replied. "You j-just, ah, need to think about...about how you want to be treated. You know, like, in a respectable way." He had a feeling the man probably had a different preference of how he wanted to be treated than the vampire did, no doubt. "It's...it's not that hard, honestly." Then he spoke of eating them, and he'd glance to Trinnean when he whispered to him, only to gnaw at the inside of his cheek.
(02:30:46) Crosis Darkarma's teeth gritted together when Trinnean mentioned turning his hide into a purse. "I have dealt with dragonslayers who intended on turning me into a purse, boy. One of them slaughtered my mother, and countless numbers of my Uncles, Aunts, and siblings." he said." This was a bit of ancient Darkarma history that James never would have revealed. "But do you know what I did?" he asked. Eyes blazing. "I turned him inside out. I wrapped his intestines around his neck and choked him with them." Crosis could tell Trinnean was trying to be delicate, but Crosis himself was by no means delicate. He was...fortunately, forgiving. "Learn what?" he asked with a growl, voice like an avalanche slowly approaching down a mountain.>>
(02:36:01) Crosis Darkarma>>Crosis threatened people like he ate meat and drank mead. Every day. Tarquinne wouldn't be the first to get threatened by him, nor would he be the last. "I want to know the truth." he said to Tarquinne. "I do not want to be bullshitted like some FUCKING MONK FROM TILGORE." Crosis roared. He'd had some bad experiences in his past, clearly, that were affecting his decisions today. As for Snapper, Crosis sensed him trying to leave. He stared at him intently, and snapped his jaws when the being attempted to leave. If he did attempt to leave, Crosis would surely go after him. It was better for Snapper if he just stayed still. "Unless either of you know of Hashenn's location, this conversation is over." he said, turning it into something that -he- wanted. Rather than caring about them. ...Red Dragons, man.
(02:41:39) Snapper Chum can't quite understand what the brave lads were saying because his unfortunate shell is rattling with the roaring and growling thundering through the hall. It does cause a slap of pain in his shell, and Snapper could've sworn he felt a slight, flinty piece disintegrate into nothingness from his shell. Snapper's jaws involuntarly clash together with a drip of drool leaking out the end, far feeble to Crosis' grand tooth grinding there. Snapper flattens his maimed ears in frustration, he's outmatched yet again and knows far better. Instead, he slowly turns about, wondering if certain huge wyrmme types didn't like silver,like his cloak. The critte companion >>
(02:42:08) Snapper Chum: He had beneath said cloak huddled further in hiding, its not going anywhere either. Except maybe fly to the ceiling.
(02:45:45) Trinnean rolled his eyes at the dickwaving more or less. He did feel bad about the mother bit, though. And honestly... he probably would've done the same. Hell, that was one of his goals: kill his mother's murderer. "That's attractive," he mumbled. "Learn how to act courteous? You don't have to be a liar to be kind, you know." Pausing, he pointed toward those two, Snapper and Crosis. "You can start by letting him do what he wishes to do, so long as it harms none. You are not in charge of his person." Placing his hands back in his lap, he grimaced, seeing as though that jostled a few of the blisters beneath the gauze. "I do not. Try asking Alhsom of the Gendarmes." After a moment longer of silence, he inclined his head forward. "If you wish to learn, I'll be here. It would do you some good... You might have an easier time attaining what you need that way. Like, say, the whereabouts of the man you seek." Granted, he still didn't know, but that wasn't the point.
(02:47:27) Tarquinne had his own bad experiences, but he wasn't about to go stomping down any bit of advice he got. Still, he grit his teeth again when Crosis snapped at him and he'd exhale slowly. It did little to calm his nerves, though. "...Then go deal with....with your own shit." Why was he helping? When he asked about Hashenn, the vampire would give him no answer to that. Perhaps not saying anything about it would send him away faster. He'd look to Phillip, holding a hand out. "Come sit with us, Phillip, if you'd like." He'd offer to the hybrid, as Wight finally got up and shoved his oddly-shaped head against his Master's free hand.
(02:51:26) Crosis Darkarma didn't seem to care any more. Something else had attracted his attention. He had completely turned from Tarquinne and Trinnean. They didn't want to give him what he wanted, so he would take what he wanted. ...If it was given to him, of course. Crosis would attempt to snatch Snapper up right by the neck and drag him out of the Cathedral. "What did your dirty mouth say say about him? SAY HIS NAME AGAIN. SPEAK HIS NAME." he screamed. Given, of course, that he was able to snatch up Snapper and take both of them out onto the streets without any sort of altercation arising or complications.
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(02:59:53) Snapper Chum is armed, not that the mundane material would matter much, and he once thought wyrmmes were the baddest, worse things ever until Crosis Darkarma was facing up there, and he wasn't even sober. So naturally, so unprepared and uexpected, he's hauled up by the top of his cloak in Crosis' claw that was larger than Snapper's head. Snapper's long tail dangles all the way down near the floor as he felt gravity take opposite sides against him, and there is little he can do in that moment. Tarquinne's valiant words dissolve into the background as Crosis is snarling right into the angularly twisted jaws, making Snapper cringe in deserved fear and revulsion. "Issa, issa...don't know, don't know!" His teeth are roughing against his snouth, he can't speak properly enough at this moment, not that he normlaly can.
(03:00:50) Snapper Chum: >>Possessing no idea what he said that was worth an enormous dragon knowing to begin with.
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(03:10:21) Trinnean: Okay. Maybe he wasn't as all-bark-no-bite as he thought. The frostbitten mutt was suddenly alarmed by what was going down, so much so that he didn't even need to see to recognize what was happening. And what was this five-foot-nothing man about to do? ...Probably the most stupid thing he'd done in a while. Blame the wine! And... the sense of urgency. He bolted upright and thrust both arms forward. "Damn it- This is a place of peace!" he shouted, voice croaking. Whatever he was doing with his arms was likely the focus he needed to force the plants by the pillars to grow at a rapid pace. Creeping vine twisted and braided together and seemed to be attempting to slither toward the red dragon. Namely, his feet. Boy he was going to be exhausted by the end of this. :'(. Should they get to his feet, they'd twist and wind up and pull, not enough to yank his feet out from under him, but enough to get his attention. He couldn't hurt anyone much with these. and Crosis was a Big Bitch (tm). >>
(03:10:29) Trinnean: He did, however, want him to let go of Snapper.
(03:11:23) Tarquinne wasn't going to stand there and watch him pick on poor Phillip, despite his hesitation in dealing with the dragon personally. "You need to put him down right now." He said firmly as he walked over and glanced over the unfortunate hybrid, reaching for his middle if he could. "I think you should leave. Now. I'm tired of hearing and seeing how you treat people, and obviously you need a timeout." Inwardly, he hoped Trinnean's addition would give him the distraction to get Snapper out of there, but he kept his attention locked on the dragon all the same.
(03:14:16) You say, "(tm)"
(03:14:20) You say, "(Lol)"
(03:14:26) You say, "(xD)"
(03:15:10) Trinnean: :D]
(03:19:43) Crosis Darkarma was not gentle. He saw the plants coming for them, and attempted to SLAM "Phillip" down onto the marbled floors. He slammed him with such force that, if Snapper had been slammed, he may be down for quite some time. The tiles underneath him would shatter and break, and the earth would sink underneath him. Crosis, in this particular instant, did not disguise his strength. That thrust down onto the floor that would land Snapper right up against Trinnean and Tarquinne's feet was not gentle in the least. As for those vines approaching his feet? They'd already taken hold, what with Crosis attempting to throw Snapper -really- hard down onto the ground before Trinnean and Tarquinne's feet. Unable to prepare himself after all the strength it took to throw Snapper onto the marble floor, Crosis was undefended against the vines. They wrapped around his feet and quickly began to snake around his thighs, wrapping ever-upward around his frame.>>
(03:21:06) Crosis Darkarma>>"He mentioned Mirmoggen! Have you forgotten the names of the Primes! You have forgotten the names of your mothers and fathers!" he cried in alertness as those plants wrapped up around his waist now. "He's a beast! An undead beast!" he cried, suddenly inhaling very deeply. (1/?)
(03:21:48) Trinnean: [so he threw snapper at their feet? how close? i ask cuz trin's feet has booboos]
(03:21:58) Trinnean: or tried to throw at least]
(03:22:12) You say, "(Well, I assumed the plants were wrapping him up feet first?)"
(03:22:18) Tarquinne: Yeah. I'm confused cause Quinne is next to him, while Trinn is still by the fountain?]
(03:23:14) You say, "(I thought Snapper was where he was in relation to our avatars. x.x;)"
(03:23:36) Tarquinne: [Quinne walked over to Crosis in my post]
(03:23:37) You say, "(And that Crosis was closer to him than he was Tarquinne or Trinnean.)"
(03:23:51) Snapper Chum: [Snapper is not next to Tarquinne and Trinnean, he hadn't gotten there yet.]
(03:24:24) You say, "(Well, my intentwas to have Snapper thrown to the ground near where your avatars were. Towards the holy water coming from the fountain of the Cathedral.)"
(03:24:33) Trinnean: [https://i.gyazo.com/bd497baa758d63e20aa1786c29cf01bf.png like this?]
(03:24:34) Snapper Chum: [He should be close to Crosis to grab, but could be in Tarquinne's vincity to.]
(03:24:41) Tarquinne: Alright, so Trinn's hit and Quinne's fine]
(03:25:35) Snapper Chum: [Snapper's not nearly short enough in that picture.]
(03:25:41) You say, "(Crosis' primary concern right now is Snapper. All of his attention would be focused on him at the beginning. He just wants to throw him further into the church, further away from the exit.)"
(03:26:21) You say, "(Quinne might be in the way, though?)"
(03:26:38) You say, "(Because he's going to throw him directly right in front of himself.)"
(03:27:07) Trinnean: [oooh ok so not close enough to be a problem for trin, just snap and the floor? assuming quinne moves]
(03:27:08) Tarquinne: Sure. Atleast then he doesn't fuck up Trinn's feet or anything]
(03:28:04) You say, "(Aye. I didn't realize Quinne had gotten closer to him. Crosis was pretending to be leaving then snatched Snapper up. He thinks Snapper is a slave/servant to Mirgmoggen, Lord of the Undead.)"
(03:28:38) Trinnean: HOKIDOKE!]
(03:28:49) Trinnean: [guess we see where this goes with snap's post then B)]
(03:28:54) Tarquinne: Yesh]
(03:28:55) You say, "(So he wants to throw him closer to the center of the church so he can't escape, so he can be judged. Like...ask him what he's there for, etc. Cros' is just shit at communicating due to his 8 Charisma Score.)"
(03:28:57) Trinnean: [no more confusion woo]
(03:29:02) You say, "(<3)"
(03:32:11) You say, "(Yeah, he's not attempting to throw Snapp at them, just close to their feet. ...With a lot of force.)"
(03:32:49) You say, "(No feet were injured in the course of this decision. Except perhap's Snapper's, depending on his post. xD)"
(03:34:00) Tarquinne: And whatever part of Quinne was hit by the throw, I guess LOL]
(03:35:23) You say, "(X.x! I forgot he was right in front of Crosis! ...But it still works. He wouldn't care who got injured so long as he could subdue a Servant of Mirgmoggen.)"
(03:35:30) Snapper Chum: [Snapper can kiss floor, would vines intercept the pitch, say only throwing him part way?]
(03:35:44) Trinnean: uhhh]
(03:35:48) [#] Trinnean rolls 1d10 & gets 5.
(03:36:02) Sorry, there are no furres around right now with a name starting with roll! -- Beekin the Help Dragon
(03:36:14) Snapper Chum: [He can be tossed, got to map the trajectory here.]
(03:36:17) Trinnean: [might... help a little? wouldn't stop it though]
(03:36:21) You say, "(I totally forget how to rollon Furcadia. >.>)"
(03:36:38) Trinnean: [LOL type 'roll #d#']
(03:36:43) Trinnean: [or ROLL if you wanna see the rolls]
(03:38:57) You say, "(Was it a 1d20? ^.^)"
(03:39:04) You say, "'roll 1d20"
(03:39:11) [#] Crosis Darkarma rolls 1d20 & gets 15.
(03:39:24) [#] Crosis Darkarma rolls 1d10 & gets 6.
(03:39:35) Trinnean: [oh it was d10 but]
(03:39:37) You say, "(Just saw it was a 1d10. xD)"
(03:39:38) Trinnean: [ye]
(03:39:39) Trinnean: [hahaha]
(03:41:40) Snapper Chum's chancely made bones and scales are reassured they are only that, checked by Crosis' effortlessly snagging claws. Snapper has no idea what's occuring, only that his real fear of death or harm is outmatching the choking humilation his quaking, turmoiled body is subject to. Smoke starts spilling out of his small ears, mouth, and busted nose with the fright, another uncontrollable aspect of the half of a hybrid. All he focus is on is the snarling and roaring with fangs right up against his crossed eyes, one of which is rolling madly in its socket while Crosis is having his primadonna meltdown. >>
(03:42:28) Trinnean: PRIMADONNA MELTDOWN]
(03:42:33) Trinnean: [i'm going to cry]
(03:43:41) You say, "(LEL. Crosis totally does go through primadonna meltdowns.)"
(03:45:57) Trinnean: [i had an elf that was similar]
(03:45:59) Trinnean: [she was such a brat]
(03:46:20) You say, "(Cros' sucks so hard. He constantly has the UGLIEST temper tantrums ever.)"
(03:46:44) Snapper Chum: Snapper can't recall what happened to the floor, much less what's next in store. His small flail uselessly against the air, his tail thrashing to no avail. The seagull footed birdlike companion underneath his cloak shot out from under his cloak in fear, flying up to the rafters as fast as it could manage. The last time he had been in this position was when a paladin grabbed him many years ago, and this was, far, far worse. Snapper breathes in deeply to wrest a single response somehow, someway. Except the vice on his neckless head is melting away somehow and he's launched through the air without mercy. He has time to think somehow, about the pack family he left behind at home.
(03:47:17) You say, "(Pretty much like right now, he was like, "Well fuck you guys too...EWWW. AN UNEAD! *SMASH!*")"
(03:47:32) You say, "(Undead*)"
(03:47:34) Trinnean loox at vampire]
(03:47:44) Trinnean: [one thing i'm still uncertain about is where snapper landed]
(03:47:59) Tarquinne coughs]
(03:48:01) You say, "(Different if they don't mention a Prime in their post. Mirmoggen is one of Crosis' trigger words. xD)"
(03:48:10) You say, "(Uhm...I was thinking like...somewhere near here?)"
(03:48:21) You say, "(Right up close to the fountain?)"
(03:48:38) Snapper Chum: [Snapper hasn't landed yet, he's being pitched. Going to leave it up to if the vines intercept or is strangled back into a half-throw, half slam.]
(03:48:50) You say, "Roger roger.)"
(03:48:53) Trinnean: oh so literally right in front of him LOL]
(03:49:04) Trinnean: [o right forgot about those. hm. snap can you roll a d20 for me?]
(03:49:04) Snapper Chum: [Fights happen in a blink of an eye, and these guys are fast. Its going to be unpleasant either way.]
(03:49:18) Snapper Chum: 1d20
(03:49:20) Trinnean: nice]
(03:49:24) [#] Snapper Chum rolls 1d20 & gets 12.
(03:49:27) [#] Trinnean rolls 1d20 & gets 12.
(03:49:30) Trinnean: [LOL ok again]
(03:49:34) [#] Trinnean rolls 1d20 & gets 18.
(03:49:36) [#] Snapper Chum rolls 1d20 & gets 3.
(03:50:11) Trinnean: [or wait... well i guess is hould've rolled against crosis since snapper's just the projectile]
(03:50:34) You say, "(X.x; What are the rolls for? I already rolled a 15. Snap got a 12, and Trinn got a 12 on the D20.)"
(03:50:40) Tarquinne: So, was Quinne hit or no?]
(03:50:50) Trinnean: [i'm rolling to see if the vines can intervene]
(03:50:55) You say, "(If he doesn't dodge quickly enough. He's a vampire, no?)"
(03:51:03) You say, "(Probably has a decent amount of agility.)"
(03:51:19) Tarquinne: Yeah, if he's prepared!]
(03:51:52) You say, "(It was a bit unexpected, though. Crosis just sort of tried to swoop up Snapper and succeeded.)"
(03:52:16) You say, "(So he'd be getting flung hard onto the ground, sliding right up into the fountain.)"
(03:52:27) Snapper Chum: [Skidmarked, you say?]
(03:52:30) Trinnean: Okay, so for confusion's sake. I think I'll roll what I'm goin gfor, since it's confusing for y 'all ;-; I'm bad at the talking thing]
(03:52:52) Snapper Chum: [What are you trying to do Trinnean? What should each roll be for?]
(03:52:52) You say, "(A bit of uncomfortable sliding, perhaps. Yeah. Crosis is very strong.)"
(03:53:40) Trinnean: [woo hold on gotta gather thoughts, lil overwhelmed]
(03:55:41) Trinnean: [Basically I'm rolling on whether Trin's able to get the plants to do what he wants in time, since you asked about if they'd intercept. I wasn't going to because I hadn't thought of it, but it's not a bad idea to try! I was wanting trin's score to either beat or be beaten by Crosis since he's throwing, but I asked you instead because I got confused. I don't normally have stuff like this happen with more than one person around, so my brain gets all farty]
(03:57:05) You say, "(He's not trying to do anything to Trinnean. He's trying to casually walk out of the church after turning away from Trinnean and Tarquinne, then snatch Snapper up and throw him in the direction of Trinnean and Tarquinne's feet, so that he'd slide right up near them but be injured by the throw. Crosis doesn't like Mirmoggen.)"
(03:57:48) Trinnean: [aaa i know i'm trying to see if the vines can help phillip at all]
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(03:58:14) Trinnean: [it's not about trin so much as how the vines can help, IF at all]
(03:59:04) Snapper Chum: [If the vines are messing with Crosis' feet, they might interfre with the throw. But that's only an option, its fine if they don't.]
(03:59:14) Trinnean: oh ok]
(03:59:14) You say, "(Well, we already rolled a 1d10 for the vines, right? I was thinking since I rolled a 6 and you rolled a 5 maybe Crosis could get the throw off.)"
(03:59:17) Trinnean: [nevermind then]
(03:59:17) Snapper Chum: [Snapper's befriending the floor either way.]
(04:00:13) You say, "(But perhaps the vines interfered with his throw, and Crosis wasn't able to slam him down at full dragon-strength.)"
(04:00:32) You say, "(Since it was just 1 number off between a 5 and a 6 after all.)"
(04:00:50) Snapper Chum: [Its your call, Snapper's been tossed. It is in the moment.]
(04:01:03) Trinnean: [i'll leave that up to y'all since it's a passive environmental thing at this point]
(04:01:35) You say, "(Let's just have fun. xD I'm not here to like...flex muscles or any dumb shit. I'm just playing my character. <3)"
(04:03:52) You say, "(What happened happened, I suppose? We can just deal with it via IC posts and...if required, futher OOC conversation. ^.^)"
(04:04:59) Snapper Chum: [Go on with it, its fine.]
(04:05:36) Trinnean nods, has been trying to post is all]
(04:14:51) Trinnean grimaced, not only because he was on his feet, but because Quinne was approaching a pissy dragon. The fact he tossed Snapper was only salt in the wound at this point, destroying what hope he did have that the dragon might improve behaviorally. His eyes darted toward the plant, foot moving to push it away as the odd man finally met the ground. If Snapper came in too close, that might not be fun for his feet. Either way, he'd fallen back in his chair again due to lack of balance, eyes wide and bones positively aching in response to all this currently taking place. He inhaled through his nose and glanced toward Phillip's blur. "Are you okay?" After the spiel from the dragon, his eyes narrowed and focused on his blur. "This world is not mine! I don't know about your gods or goddesses! This is a place of peace and equal beliefs and worship!" He felt the tension in his spine attempt to release in a pop, but he couldn't do this. Not
(04:14:51) Trinnean: >>
(04:15:48) Trinnean: here. Not without Ialu's gift. Being a new wolf, any amount of terror or rage seemed to set him off. "I have family who are undead. I have friends... You have painted yourself severely racist and more of a monstrosity than the people you condemn." After another few slower breaths, he got up to his feet again. He wanted to help Phillip, but he knew if he bent over, he'd not be able to get up. "If you do not leave, I will be forced to rid our king of his son. I do not wish to do that." Naturally, he knew he couldn't feasably go against someone that much larger than him, but he was furious and confused and desperate to find peace again. Plus, yelling kind of helped keep him from shifting so immediately. For now. Boy oh boy was he a sweaty lil bitch from it, though. "Quinne, can you help Phillip up please? I'm sorry for asking so much of you today." <<
(04:15:53) Trinnean: [sorry that took a minute ;o;]
(04:18:01) You say, "(<3)"
(04:18:34) Trinnean: he do an anger]
(04:20:07) Trinnean: https://i.imgur.com/BNrjKWk.gif [
(04:21:06) Tarquinne was bothered by the whole thing entirely, especially since Crosis made a mess of the floor and threw poor Phillip. Trinnean's possible pain didn't help either. "Alright, that's it. I'm going to be sending a report to everyone who will listen. Master Alhsom, the King, if I need to. He can pay for the damages to the floor." And Snapper's possible medical care. Either way, Quinne was done with the mess. "I've never met someone with such a limited intelligence, and I hope you quickly fuck off back to whereever you came from and fucking stay there." Quinne would head over to Phillip at Trinnean's request, offering a hand to him. "Let's get you upstairs to a room, I can send for a healer or something." Having noted Quinne's anger, though, Wight was quick to stomp his hand-feet to the floor and offer a usual aggressive display with a loud screech emitted from his unnatural mouth. The demodog followed his Master whenever he got ready to leave, but kept a watchful 'eye' on Crosis.
(04:21:27) Trinnean: ugh i can't wait for the new season]
(04:21:32) Tarquinne: saaaame]
(04:21:39) Trinnean: [i was just thinking about it today and i just aaaa]
(04:21:42) Trinnean: [hhhhh]
(04:21:56) Trinnean: [now that i'm finished watching that and game grumps play doki doki literature club idk wtf bbq to do with myself]
(04:22:05) Tarquinne: LOL]
(04:22:07) Tarquinne: Aww]
(04:24:25) Crosis Darkarma began breathing fire. Such a tremendous jet of white-purple hot flames, that it would incinerate any organic matter in seconds to ash within a few feet of him. Crosis, luckily, being a Red Dragon, was immune to such fire. So he breathed hit on himself primarily, forcing all of Trinnean's plant rage into ashes as they attempted to enwravel him. Crosis' fire was unquenchable, aside from if he himsef decided to end it. Those flames would incinerate anything close to him for longer than 3 seconds to nothing but charcoal and ashes. Too hot...too fierce. Crosis' breath staved off Trinnean's plant assault due to a simple elemental advantage. Flames worked well on plants. After he was done breathing fire and destruction he would close his maw and the flames would end. Perhaps the plants would keep coming to him, but it didn't matter any more. Crosis' flames were a perfect defense against them. "What is he?" the beast bellowed. "Creature of Mirgmoggen.">>
(04:26:46) Crosis Darkarma>>the creature screamed. "Are you against me or my father? Are you against The Dragon?" he asked, furious. All he wanted was answers, and these three seemed hell-bent on giving him none. He had heard a name from the ancient days uttered, one that struck fear into his very heart. But he had been long-removed from society, and was unaware that one such as Snapper could have his own mind. He wanted answers, that was all. And he was demanding them of Phillip. "What is your alleigance to Mirmoggen?"
(04:26:54) You say, "(2/2)"
(04:30:12) You say, "(Ice or Water magic? Would destroy Crosis. But...plants are susceptible to fire, so I think his reaction is fair in this occasion. <3)"
(04:35:25) Snapper Chum did rack up all the volunteer hours at the infirmary in exact eventual preparations for time like this. Snapper can't answer when his grossly skewed jaws are gulping up air and aftermath fumes from Crosis' flames. Especially while he's still puffing out a font of panicked smoke cloud from everywhere. All smallness of a half vallhund, half wyrmme in his dwarfism afflicted glory hurtles through the hall with his tail springing straight out in volumes, while snot leaks from his warped nose from the sheer velocity. As the divine in the very cathedral would have it, Snapper land pin pound right onto his hunchshell. The resulting pain is so cruel his jaws lock up, unable to howl or scream. Its nauseous, welling up from the pit of his curiously shaped stomach. >>
(04:38:38) Snapper Chum: There might've been an audible crunch heard somewhere along there. That wasn't enough, apparently, because Snapper bounced tortoise style some until he reaches a laborous, torturing skidding not far from the fountain Crosis had been aiming. Its miracle Snapper failed to die on the spot, let alone survive the next landing. The surroundings turn black, and most sound dim and distant. If only the pain would stop, then he could get back to his pack family.
(04:39:59) Ensueño was drawn from sleep by the noise below and, alarmed, she grabbed her robe to place over her long sleeping gown before rushing down to the main chamber. There was no veil to conceal the raw fury the moment she saw who it was present and what was being done to one of the temple's frequent attendants.
(04:44:33) Trinnean's fury was quite similar to Cenedril's as all that happened continued. No concern was shown toward Phillip from the dragon, of course. But he was very well aware of how hard he hit the floor once he took a step forward and his body shifted lower than he'd anticipated. He shouldn't be walking. He shouldn't be walking. "That is enough!" he croaked. "I said leave-" But all the fussing, all the fear and anger, none of it helped his fight. Unfortunately, Trin was going to be a little busy with his body shifting and buckling beneath him. Transformations were hard, and though people were used to it here (more than likely) to some degree, never were they used to it off-schedule and so noisy. Cenedril would arrive right in time to see this, a borderline crater in the floor, Snapper delerious and in pain, some of the overgrown plants still fizzling and red where they had burned up, and Crosis shouting questions. He was a little bit busy, so there was nothing he could do beyond >>
(04:44:37) Trinnean: the shift right now. :')<<
(04:46:39) Tarquinne Requesting answers was one thing, demanding them and treating people like trash was another. "Could you go get the Guard, Trinnean? I don't think we need to deal with this anymore." It was time to write many letters, and to go see Cenedril, because he was determined to have this one barred from the Temple, even temporarily. "Don't answer him, Phillip." The vampire tried to ignore the fact that the guy breathed fire, but he was obviously seeking to get out of there quick. Unfortunately, it also seemed Phillip was out for the count or atleast getting there, so Quinne would pick the hybrid up. Wight remained at his side, settling into a guard position next to his hip. Cenedril's arrival brought some bit of relief. "This beast needs to be banned from the Temple." He said, only to offer an apology, because she was forced awake to this mess. "I'm sorry, Miss Cenedril, we told him to leave many times and he just won't listen." The pissing contest was too much. Trinnean was changing, (c)
(04:46:55) Tarquinne - however, which didn't mean anything good without the lycan's bands. Great.
(04:54:39) Crosis Darkarma grinned maliciously, apparently now the devil on this plane. "Show me. Come on. Show me what you've got. LET IT GO." Crosis shouted. If Trinnean could do more than summon plants, Crosis truely wanted to see it. He wanted to see what plants in his father's kingdom could blossom into orchids. And if possible, he would facilitate Trinnean's transformation into a being of destruction and war, such as his heart truely desired. Power in all it's forms. Thats what this Red Drake wanted. Subjugation. Destruction. Crosis was a being of fire and death. But...his desires were doused in water. Extinguished, by Tarquinne's simple request of bringing the guards. He, secretly, didn't want anyone to hate him. "Wait!" he shouted. "I will behave." Crosis' fire was doused. He was defeated. "I only ask for answers. What is he? Why is he allowed in the temple?" he asked, trying to be a little less demanding and more...questioning.>>
(04:56:26) Crosis Darkarma>>They were protecting this...creature. This spawn of Mirmoggen. But they were loyal to his father, James. They must have had good reason. He wanted desperately to know what it was, but he didn't know how to ask for it. He could only command and demand, but rarely ask. But in this instance, Crosis was asking. He wanted answers. Only answers that they could give, while poor Snapper lay broken and injured.
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(04:58:36) Ensueño's blazing stare shifted to look upon Trinnean and Quinne. "Bring Phillip to the infirmary immediately," was all she would say in response before turning towards Crosis. "How dare you," she hissed. "Get out. GET OUT!" the hiss grew to a shout as she stepped forward to bring herself closer. "And never, ever step foot upon these grounds. Do not look at them. You have broken the demand for peace in these halls, you have attacked a defenseless person, and you have destroyed. You are not now, nor will you ever be welcomed here again." A finger stabbed in the direction of the large temple doors. "Out."
(04:59:11) Trinnean: [mom's mad :c]
(04:59:52) You say, "(Damn Crosis' shitty Charisma score. He wanted to make friends. x.x;)"
(05:00:01) You say, "(But he really, really sucks at making friends.)"
(05:00:14) Ensueño: [xD]
(05:00:29) You say, "(:P)"
(05:01:17) You say, "(Now this is all going to get back to James as, "Yeah, Crosis tried to destroy the Cathedral and kill everyone in it.)"
(05:01:41) You say, "(And Crosis is hands-waving around like, "No, no! The guy said he was made from Mirgmoggen! MIRGMOGGEN!")"
(05:01:42) You say, "(xD)"
(05:03:43) Tarquinne: [I really need to go to bed after my post]
(05:04:19) Snapper Chum's worse fear he had lamented earlier about to Cenedril had occurred. It's Snapper's fault for swearing in church, that's what. When others are infinite, limitless in the scheme of things, one is valueless with their own burdens and inability. Spiritual, moral benchmarks stop making sense. He;s huddled awkwardly on his own back, unable to move, much less think. If they did move him, they must be exceedingly careful with his broken hunchshell. As for his winged companion, it was hiding up somewhere in the rafters, not daring to come down. Snapper remains in pain and useless in the meantime. He's never felt so helpless in his life.
(05:05:08) Trinnean: poor lil dork :c]
(05:05:38) You say, "(X.x; Crosis is too stronk and mistook him for a servant of Mirmoggen. x.x;)"
(05:08:16) Snapper Chum: [Crosis was practicing for the throwing competition.]
(05:09:22) Trinnean: o it's my post]
(05:12:04) Trinnean would not be able to get the Guard. Not even had this transformation been postponed, really, but he certainly would've tried. However, because it was a problem at present, it would happen regardless of his fighting. When he egged him on, it certainly made it faster. ...Very messy though. Embarrassing, too, or it would be when he shifted back. They really needed to get those bands back, because the moment it stopped, he lunged for the source of his anger tooth-first. Had Crosis not been there, he probably would have gone after someone else. At least the dragon had natural armor against things like that, and even shifted the once 5' tall youth was a measely 6', which was honestly nothing as far as his kind went. That said, he was beefy! Just. Smol.
(05:14:00) Tarquinne would, unfortunately, hate Crosis. Being threatening, insulted and now having someone injured was it for him. He nodded to Cenedril's order, and he'd be extremely careful with Phillip, though he'd wrap the poor guy in his coat for some comfort as he headed for the infirmary. Inwardly, he hoped Trinnean would be able to gain some control....and nope, it didn't seem to happen! "Wight!" Quinne said sharply, sending the demodog after the now-lycan to try to pin him down, though he worried for his familiar. Still, it was better than Trinn being ripped apart by the dragon. He wouldn't be able to stick around to find out, since Phillip needed care and Quinne would carry him off to the infirmary.
(05:17:15) Tarquinne: Gonna idle here since Quinne left. Night guys]
(05:17:27) Ensueño: niiiight]
(05:17:49) Onnushi: Critter in rafters drew out Lord Brisket. What is this shit, who's disrupting the peace? ...Better question, how could this fucker sleep through all this until now. Like someone flipped the on switch, the ugly smear on the ceiling sprung to life, moving far faster than it should have for being utterly lifeless and stationary moments ago. It slithered and writhed it's way across the ceiling, past it's favorite 'descent' post and to the one nearest. Down the offensive and ugly thing came, extending it's unholy, mucous-lathered tendrils with a sickening 'slap' onto stone, and soon the great and foul mess of amalgous flesh was on the floor. Gross. When it further warped and wriggled upright and into the shape of a man, it did not carry the serene facial expression it often did- it's face was utterly devoid of emotion and it- no, his eyes were not warm at all. They were cold. Yet he did not speak- he simply stared. He did not flinch or glance toward Trinnean or Wight as they>
(05:18:08) Onnushi: hurtled past. His gaze was hard and unkind, as if this was his way of asserting the notion that Crosis indeed was not welcomed. Good job, you arrived late and now you're going to look stupid, Onnushi.<
(05:18:11) Onnushi: ( :D )
(05:18:30) You say, "(*Reads all posts, figures things out. x.x;*)"
(05:18:56) Onnushi: ( https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Cl1PqXXUsAAUkmo.jpg onnushi )
(05:19:18) Ensueño: [XD]
(05:19:25) You say, "(xD)"
(05:19:37) Tarquinne: Feel free to NPC Wight, just don't kill him LOL]
(05:19:43) Ensueño: [XD]
(05:20:33) You say, "(So, let me get what just happened.)"
(05:20:49) You say, "(Trinnean went into full protection mode, and is now a different sort of being?)"
(05:21:00) Ensueño: [werewuff
(05:21:43) Ensueño: [now he's grr angerdog]
(05:23:31) Onnushi: ( and a big nasty dropped down from the ceiling like a jagular and turned into an angery beardless jesus. or something. )
(05:24:07) You say, "(Gotcha. If Crosis wants it, he's definitely got a fight on his hands.)"
(05:24:50) Crosis Darkarma began to realize he had done something wrong. He realized that all of these people, good people, were defending this...this creature. This abomination. This creation of Mirmoggen, one of his sworn enemies. He also realized they didn't like him, and wanted him to leave. This hurt the beast more than any sword could ever have done. The internal battle within himself was great, and he felt he should leave in disgrace. But the Pride within him could not allow such a thing. He needed to know. He needed to know why. But at the crux of his realization of what he had done and what he needed to to do help himself, he'd already provoked Trinnean into attacking him.>>
(05:27:23) Trinnean: i'll post in a few if it's my go, husband is home]
(05:27:26) Crosis Darkarma>>Trinnean's teeth would meet with his flesh. Were they just teeth and nothing more, they'd find the flesh imepenetrable. However...the teeth from such a beast, and in such a flash of transformation as Crosis had provoked him to, they might just sink in. Crosis attempted to hold him off by shoving a very hard claw into Trinnean's face. "--Wait! I just...wanted to know! Is he an enemy or is he not?!" he asked, teeth starting to grit as his incredibly hard scales began to give way to Trinnean's bite.
(05:28:26) You say, "(And Crosis don't want no shit with the creepy dark thing that dropped from the ceiling. xD)"
(05:28:51) Snapper Chum's out of comission at this point, needless to say.
(05:29:23) Onnushi: ( Poor sweet Phillip. )
(05:29:49) You say, "(He just had to mention Mirmoggen. Crosis thought he was a slave to the old Prime. x.x)"
(05:30:00) You say, "(It's all a big misunderstanding. :P)"
(05:30:29) Snapper Chum had said what Crosis keeps repeating, and Crosis' instincts were not all that far off. The irony is there.
(05:32:25) Ensueño: :was relieved that Phillip was at least taken away to get immediate help from the healers. There remained the issue of the dragon still standing there. And then it got worse. Her eyes widened in horror when Trinnean shifted and went after Crosis. She barely paused to take note of Onnushi in her rush to one of the altars. A handful of the Ithil'agar incense cones were dropped into a censer and lit with a shakey hand. It took a couple of tries but once the stuff was lit, she moved around the rubble to come closer to them. "He is not!" she said with anxious sharpness. The censer was swayed as she held it by the end of its chain to send as much of the fragrant smoke in the air in hopes that it would soothe the enraged creature long enough for everyone involved to get out and to safety.
(05:33:00) You say, "(Wait, was the Wight already on Crosis? I suppose he'd be getting attacked by that too while he's trying to fend of Trinnean's transformation form. Getting attacked at the throat and the leg.)"
(05:33:10) Ensueño: [Wight was trying to stop Trin]
(05:33:16) You say, "(Gotcha.)"
(05:33:19) Trinnean reads up now]
(05:33:46) Trinnean: how big is wight?]
(05:33:58) Ensueño: [about the size of a retriever I think]
(05:34:18) You say, "(If Wight distracts Trinnean for a second, Crosis is going to take advantage of it.)"
(05:35:13) Trinnean: i love your meatblob drawings]
(05:41:30) Trinnean was bulky enough to not normally be pinned by such a creature of that size, but his feet were still fucked up. Hands, too, but not nearly as bad. He couldn't stay balanced, so he kept on all fours, and thus Wight would knock him over. He didn't want this creature though, no, this wasn't the one that pissed him off to begin with. He didn't know why he was angry, or who it was near him, just that the big red blob was the source of his frustration up until Wight jumped him. He rolled over and kicked (ow) off the ground to barrel into the dog headfirst, meaning he never got to bite Crosis as he'd wished. If he managed to knock the creature over, though, that would soon be changing, as he'd try to close the distance again. Yes, Trin, attack the massive ass red dragon, that's smart. The incense would not immediately effect him. Onnushi was smelled, but not noted. ...Cene smelled nice though. :')
(05:41:33) Onnushi: ( I need to do more meatblobs )
(05:41:50) Trinnean: [you should]
(05:42:41) You say, "(I used to have a Lich character that would create different sorts of fighters out of meat and bone as a Necromancer. He was fun.)"
(05:42:53) Ensueño: [flesh topiaries are all the rage]
(05:42:58) Onnushi: ( sneef incense. huh. sneef cen. nice. sneef onnu. ewey )
(05:43:04) You say, "(Could hide somewhere while he summoned skeletons and flesh-golems.)"
(05:43:07) Trinnean: [stinkyboi]
(05:43:12) Onnushi stinkiest)
(05:43:18) You say, "(Skinkyboi)"
(05:43:29) Onnushi not long enough)
(05:43:35) Trinnean: [he's pretty tho. prettystinkyboi]
(05:43:51) Onnushi flips hair like model. slaps everyone in a five foot radius in the face. )
(05:43:57) Ensueño: [LOL]
(05:44:10) You say, "(Is it my post? D: I'm confused as to the order now that someone left. x.x)"
(05:44:20) Onnushi: ( no its mine )
(05:44:26) You say, "(Okay. <3)"
(05:45:17) Trinnean: i was worried i'd have to pull out earlier but husband and i are gonna play overwatch so i'll be able to post still @o@]
(05:49:45) Onnushi: Was it 'time to restrain the wurrwuff'? he wasn't sure if he should- he caught on quickly at Trinnean attacking Crosis, no matter how deserving he might have been, was not ideal. A glance to the incense (which he didn't like at all for some reason), a glance to the demodog. His head and arms melted, shifting from flesh tone to a raw and unattractive red, hair melting together so that from 'neck' to 'hair tips' it was just one long and ugly tapering mass of veiny flesh. The three appendages shot forth, extending with great elasticity as they sprouted multiple smaller ropes of meat. Every one began to reach for Trinnean- attempting to tangle around his forelimbs, ankles, shoulders. Dirtying a white pelt, no doubt. Meanwhile back at the ranch, Onnushi's lower body remained perfectly still and in tact. How he do dat?
(05:50:40) Onnushi: ( 'i dont know what im doing but im pretty sure im helping.' )
(05:51:00) You say, "(<3 You are. Crosis isn't the Villian here. It's all just a big misunderstanding.)"
(05:51:43) Crosis Darkarma was far too experienced a fighter to get knocked over by such a miss. Rather, he stumbled back, and was able to regain his composure while Trinnean was being attacked by Wight. "Do I....Do I kill him?" Crosis asked, eyes flashing to Ensueno. Crosis seemed to be willing to participate on the side of Good, now. He seemed to want to end this, and have a reasonable conversation. ...Not that such a thing was possible now, given his incurable idiocy and his own actions. Crosis was literally the length of a sport field and the height of the tallest spire in James' kingdom...just inside much smaller flesh. But that did not mean he could not draw upon that power inside of him in an instant. He genuinely seemed confused, now that he was the subject of so many attacks. When those tendrils of meat began to attack Trinnean while he was besieged by the hound, Crosis backed off for a second. But...just a second.>>
(05:53:04) Trinnean: [BACK AT THE RANCH]
(05:53:08) Trinnean: [FUCKING losing my shit thanks]
(05:54:24) Onnushi: ( *.* )
(05:55:39) Crosis Darkarma>>He rushed back in immediately after gathering himself, Trinnean beset upon by both hound and writhing meat-flesh. He sought to wrap his arms around Trinnean, holding his own arms to his side in a bear hug while the hound and Onnushi's meatflesh wrapped about him and subdued him. Crosis merely sought the role of preventing him from fighting against such summonings and incantations. "I...seriously? Should I just kill him?" he asked, almost casually. "I thought the thing was a spawn of----Damnit, you just hold the fuck on!" He said, attempting to maneuver his grip on Trinnean to a more secure, fight-ending lock. He also kicked at the dog and said, "SHE'S GOT IT HANDLED. JUST--" *Kick towards Wight.* "WAIT A FUCKING SECOND." he bellowed, trying to get the dog Wight to stop tearing apart Trinnean's calf.
(05:56:45) Trinnean: he likes it it's ok]
(05:56:50) You say, "(xD)"
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(05:59:35) Ensueño did not go too close to the carnage taking place. Unlike the four of them, she was squishy physically. The incense was spread in the air but as Wight continued as he had been, she called for the demodog to come to her. Given their familiarity and the dual efforts of Onnushi and Crosis being put forth, the creature would come to her. "Do not kill anyone," she she called back with the edge of weariness and a plea in her tone.
(05:59:35) You say, "(Poor Trinnean is getting attacked/held back by 3 PCs now. D:)"
(05:59:35) Onnushi: ( remember when mirmoggin was a cannibalistic horse )
(05:59:35) (You see Crosis Darkarma.)
(05:59:35) > Crimson scales interspersed with blue-ice veins dominate this creature's immaculate physique. A winged wyrmme, one who's history is as deep as the mossy coloured eyes of his clan. An ancient race, now forgotten, he still visits the houses of those who dwell in this world when he is not busy continuing his father's legacy at the forge, taking care of his plants, or tending to his library. A spaded, heart-shaped cartilidge weapon lies at the end of a tail lined with spikes made of bone. Of a large height and imposing weight, this creature has stayed alive for as long as he has for a good reason. (RPR)
(05:59:35) (You see Crosis Darkarma.)
(05:59:35) > Crimson scales interspersed with blue-ice veins dominate this creature's immaculate physique. A winged wyrmme, one who's history is as deep as the mossy coloured eyes of his clan. An ancient race, now forgotten, he still visits the houses of those who dwell in this world when he is not busy continuing his father's legacy at the forge, taking care of his plants, or tending to his library. A spaded, heart-shaped cartilidge weapon lies at the end of a tail lined with spikes made of bone. Of a large height and imposing weight, this creature has stayed alive for as long as he has for a good reason. (RPR)
(05:59:35) (You see Crosis Darkarma.)
(05:59:35) > Crimson scales interspersed with blue-ice veins dominate this creature's immaculate physique. A winged wyrmme, one who's history is as deep as the mossy coloured eyes of his clan. An ancient race, now forgotten, he still visits the houses of those who dwell in this world when he is not busy continuing his father's legacy at the forge, taking care of his plants, or tending to his library. A spaded, heart-shaped cartilidge weapon lies at the end of a tail lined with spikes made of bone. Of a large height and imposing weight, this creature has stayed alive for as long as he has for a good reason. (RPR)
(05:59:35) > [RPR] Everything about the small woman seemed to denote softness and a dreamlike nature, from the far-away gaze and the delicate grace of her movements. Her silver eyes were wide and slanted with a tear-drop shape, set in a face that was pale. Light-weight fabrics adorned her. The gown was black and simple with white strips of sheer material wrapped around her hips and hung over her shoulders. Silver chains and disks served to clasp them in place, and held together the face veil that wrapped around her head like a diadem. Strands of silver glinted and wove into the mane of white hair that tumbled to the length of her knees in wild, soft waves. Faint freckles matching the hue of her eyes dusted across portions of her skin and gave off a slight shimmer in the light.
(05:59:35) (You see Onnushi.)
(05:59:35) > Whoso sheddeth man's blood... Though the details were unclear, the man was of Stygian origins, despite the near-ethereal and pure aura that clung to his being. Ebon locks trailed nearly down to the floor- silky, beautiful, yet so long it often tangled amongst itself and around it's owner's limbs. Skin unmarred, pristine of any imperfection or blight, was pale and smooth, the slightest of blush tinting tender places. Statuesque, he is a living example of equilibrium and poise. With each step, flesh blooms in his wake, painting a white and devoid world in visceral beauty. An otherwise entirely average looking man, his most distinguishing feature has to be the set of heavy-lidded, kindly eyes of a deep and vibrant crimson. ...by man shall his blood be shed.
(05:59:35) (You see Crosis Darkarma.)
(05:59:35) > Crimson scales interspersed with blue-ice veins dominate this creature's immaculate physique. A winged wyrmme, one who's history is as deep as the mossy coloured eyes of his clan. An ancient race, now forgotten, he still visits the houses of those who dwell in this world when he is not busy continuing his father's legacy at the forge, taking care of his plants, or tending to his library. A spaded, heart-shaped cartilidge weapon lies at the end of a tail lined with spikes made of bone. Of a large height and imposing weight, this creature has stayed alive for as long as he has for a good reason. (RPR)
(05:59:37) Onnushi: ( i miss those days )
(06:00:04) Ensueño: [wight's stopped :3]
(06:00:09) You say, "(Aye. They were simpler times.)"
(06:01:02) You say, "(Navar Forget: This all happened because Crosis is really, really shitty at talking to people and has a Charisma score of like, 8.)"
(06:01:19) Ensueño pops streamers]
(06:01:31) Ensueño: [that's ok. this is not the first time someone broke the temple LOL]
(06:01:59) Trinnean: [at least it's not like the fae attack a couple years ago :')]
(06:02:05) You say, "(xD Crosis was like, "Hey, you taking care of that plant I gave you? ...HOLY SHIT MIRMOGGEN! *Throws the thing really hard*)"
(06:02:59) You say, "(I mean...I suppose it does even him out. All he wanted to know was how the plant was going and where Hashenn was.)"
(06:03:10) You say, "(And then this happens, because he sucks at talking to people. x.x)"
(06:03:21) Onnushi: ( you woke up Onnushi. :( )
(06:03:23) Onnushi: ( you must die. )
(06:03:25) Onnushi: ( ...jk )
(06:03:43) You say, "(Meat burns like everything else. xD)"
(06:05:00) You say, "(Somehow, Ensueno, the least fighter-esque out of all of them, seems to have control of the situation though. <3)"
(06:05:11) Ensueño: [this isn't her first rodeo lmao]
(06:05:27) You say, "(Crosis is even looking to her like, "What do I do?!")"
(06:05:30) You say, "(xD)"
(06:05:32) Ensueño: [xD]
(06:05:53) > [RPR] Everything about the small woman seemed to denote softness and a dreamlike nature, from the far-away gaze and the delicate grace of her movements. Her silver eyes were wide and slanted with a tear-drop shape, set in a face that was pale. Light-weight fabrics adorned her. The gown was black and simple with white strips of sheer material wrapped around her hips and hung over her shoulders. Silver chains and disks served to clasp them in place, and held together the face veil that wrapped around her head like a diadem. Strands of silver glinted and wove into the mane of white hair that tumbled to the length of her knees in wild, soft waves. Faint freckles matching the hue of her eyes dusted across portions of her skin and gave off a slight shimmer in the light.
(06:06:59) Trinnean was trying to be a shit, sure, and everyone (aside for Stinkushi) was considered food. Er, even then, he'd pobably try to eat him, too. In any case, down he went, first by Wight again, then by Onnushi, and secured in place by he and the dragon. He bellowed and roared, probably terrifying the poor kids. Except for Leira, who was probably just glaring at her ceiling all 'this shit again' if Trin's player had to guess. He was panting and flipping shit, writhing and thrashing against all who sought to hold him down, but it slowly began to grow less enthusiastic as he breathed in that we- I mean, incense. 420 praise it. He continued his growling, sure, and was even likely to gnaw at the fleshy tendrils and the dragon himself until he was but a peacful pooch.
(06:08:49) Ensueño: [correct LOL]
(06:09:05) > Although dramatic contrast could be a bit painful to the eyes, Trinnean did his best to make it work. Darker colors were his go-to clothing color, save for splashes of blues or golds. He always wore long sleeves, concealing slender wrists but surprisingly toned arms. Recently, he seems to have favored robes and other flexible and generally non-intimidating garb. He appeared relatively harmless, if not a little sheltered. Appearances can be deceiving, however. [RPR] [Seeking] [ # ] [Commissions!] [Patreon!] [NC] [WF] [Gendarme - whisper if you need IC help!]
(06:09:08) Trinnean: LMAO]
(06:16:40) Onnushi: Any gnawing would likely be met with an utterly disgusting flavor- like how really fermented sun-dried roadkill and public apartment building dumpster smell. Enjoy the buffet, pup. A rope of flesh extended from one of the tendrils at the werewolf's shoulder, unabashedly moving to attempt to firmly wrap itself around a snarling, snapping muzzle. The main, larger tendrils thinned some and half an Onnushi-face surfaced nearer to his still mostly human-looking body, only to say, "This whole situation is ridiculous. What an unpleasant way to be woken up." someone owes him an Amazon gift card after this. For some reason even after being chewed on and thrashed at he wasn't reacting at all to any of the bodily harm. If only we could all be like Onnushi.
(06:17:25) Crosis Darkarma just bursted out laughing. The formidable beast he was bear-hugging into submission with Onnushi's...meat-tendrils... helping him just turned back into regular old Trinnean. A small, slight man with little to fear from physically. "Ohh, that was a good one!" he said, slapping Trinnean on the back with such unintentional force that it may have sent him right to the ground, face-first. But he'd immediately pick him back up and begin slapping him enthusiastically on the shoulders. "So...You are a fighter! You look so weak! AHAHAHAHAHA." he bellowed, having a roar of a time. "Not bad! Not bad at all!" he said, straightening Trinnean out and making sure he could stand on his own. The Red Dragon seemed to love it. He was dying of laughter, now. "YOU WERE LIKE..."Ohh noooo..." he said, laughing through it. "I'm a frail little boy. Whatever will I---AHAHAAHAHA...Whatever will I..-AAAAAHAHAHA, Whatever will I do! And then you did something!" he said, slapping Trinnean on the back>>
(06:17:27) Trinnean: [he'll make u muffins :> even tho sweets suck]
(06:18:27) Onnushi slaps the dragon upside the head with a tentacle )
(06:18:40) Trinnean: my kink]
(06:18:46) Ensueño: [u have onnu cooties now]
(06:18:55) Onnushi: ( yes. make sure u thoroughly wash that )
(06:19:53) (You see Onnushi.)
(06:19:53) > Whoso sheddeth man's blood... Though the details were unclear, the man was of Stygian origins, despite the near-ethereal and pure aura that clung to his being. Ebon locks trailed nearly down to the floor- silky, beautiful, yet so long it often tangled amongst itself and around it's owner's limbs. Skin unmarred, pristine of any imperfection or blight, was pale and smooth, the slightest of blush tinting tender places. Statuesque, he is a living example of equilibrium and poise. With each step, flesh blooms in his wake, painting a white and devoid world in visceral beauty. An otherwise entirely average looking man, his most distinguishing feature has to be the set of heavy-lidded, kindly eyes of a deep and vibrant crimson. ...by man shall his blood be shed.
(06:21:05) Crosis Darkarma>>and shoulders again with perhaps a little...too much strength. "Ohhh...Ohh, Primes..." he said, wiping his eyes. "Good for you!" he said, congratulating Trinnean. It was all a big fun game for Crosis, apparently. Crosis almost reached for Onnushi's tentacle of meat around Trinnean's neck to rip it off, but he saw the man retreating his strange magics as well now that Trinnean had returned to a normal form. "I would LOVE to fight you sometime, without...you know...magic being involved." he said, giving that draconic, slitted-pupil side-eye to Onnushi. Crosis didn't trust mages.
(06:21:53) Onnushi: ( want to hear a scary story )
(06:21:59) You say, "(Sure. :P)"
(06:22:01) Onnushi: ( onnushi isn't a mage. )
(06:22:20) Ensueño: [he is The Meatening]
(06:22:24) You say, "(Well, anything besides fighting with your body is magic to Crosis. xD)"
(06:22:30) Trinnean: [THE MEATENING]
(06:22:37) Onnushi: ( that IS his body )
(06:22:42) You say, "(*Highlander music plays*)"
(06:22:43) Trinnean: imagining him grilling out]
(06:22:47) Ensueño: [omg LOL]
(06:22:49) Trinnean: [but he's just pulling off bits of his body]
(06:22:55) Trinnean: [nonchalant]
(06:22:56) Ensueño: [hamburgers to never eat]
(06:23:00) Trinnean: [LOL]
(06:23:05) Onnushi: ( i love the smell of burnt meathell in the morning )
(06:23:10) You say, "(xD)"
(06:23:26) You say, "(Crosis would fight Onnushi like, "Oh shit, free snacks!")"
(06:23:39) Trinnean: [:')]
(06:23:42) You say, "(But be unable to eat his way out of that one. :P)"
(06:23:43) Trinnean: [you don't want to eat that]
(06:23:52) Onnushi: ( yyyeahhh )
(06:24:29) Onnushi: ( if it doesn't kill you it'll give you wicked runs )
(06:26:04) Ensueño ceased to swing the censer now that Trinnean was finally subdued. She stared towards Trinnean, devoid of any emotion outside of bone-deep weariness. After the laughter began to ring in her ears, she sank slowly to the floor until she was sitting seiza and the censer was rolling along the floor. Its smoke continued to spout out all the while. "Onnushi...please...if you do not mind, will you take Trinnean into an empty room until he reverts? To protect the children." Her gaze then fell upon Crosis. "You should go," she said quietly. "No more words. Just...go."
(06:26:28) You say, "(That's three trips to the Cathedral, and Crosis still can't get what he wants. He just wanted two things. To know how the plant was going, and where Hashenn is.)"
(06:26:44) You say, "(I swear, his shitty Charisma score is going to be his downfall. x.x)"
(06:26:44) Ensueño: [these are not the droids you seek]
(06:26:46) Onnushi: ( gretchadict cumberbat )
(06:27:22) You say, "(Bendy-dick Cumbersnatch.)"
(06:27:41) Ensueño: [that man has a truly unfortunate name]
(06:27:50) You say, "(He really does.)"
(06:28:00) Onnushi: ( well. he has pretty eyes. )
(06:28:04) Onnushi thinks about the positive. )
(06:28:09) Onnushi: ( ...for once. )
(06:28:17) You say, "(He's pretty dreamy in general. This is coming from a straight man.)"
(06:28:29) Trinnean: [he's a walking foot]
(06:28:44) Onnushi: ( my main complaint is he can't recite the jabberwocky properly and he's english )
(06:28:47) Trinnean: [and a dickhead. no if u want dreamy look at jason momoa]
(06:28:48) Onnushi: ( he should know better )
(06:28:50) Ensueño: [he is shapes and particles]
(06:28:58) Trinnean: [LOL]
(06:29:42) You say, "(Jason Mamoa is a dude I want to have beer with. He likes sharp objects and drinking beer.)"
(06:30:00) You say, "( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oxal7BdCh0 )"
(06:30:02) Trinnean: [my straight friend has the hots for him]
(06:30:09) Ensueño: [I've gotta crash after this next round guys]
(06:30:14) Ensueño: [almost 6am here lol]
(06:30:17) You say, "(I would so bro down with Aquaman.)"
(06:30:26) You say, "(Same here. It's 6:30 AM for me. x.x;)"
(06:30:42) Ensueño: [rip]
(06:31:05) Trinnean's ears pinned back and his lips tried to peel back, but while he was throwing his fit, Onnu managed to muzzle him more or less. He was still not himself. He was a lycanthrope, a werewolf, and he was a baby one. He was not here. This wasn't Trin. That said, that incense worked wonders in calming him down enough to be complacent, though the smack to his injured shoulders (granted, they'd healed a good bit by now) would rile him up again. He would not remember what happened here. Tomorrow was going to be terrible for him, but physically and otherwise. His head lazed about and content whines loosed from his throat, and the beginnings of a shift back began. Hair was gonna get eeeeverywhere. Clothes, too. This didn't last too long, really, not when it wasn't the full moon.
(06:31:14) Trinnean: [5:30 here but i won't go to bed for another few hours lmfao]
(06:38:00) Onnushi meanwhile clung to Trinnean like a big, stinky meat octopus. Slowly he would draw the wolf nearer, and as the shift began, Onnushi did as well. What human-looking body remained turned red and shapeless, more tendrils extending as flesh bloomed forth and began to envelop Trinnean. It probably felt like a weird, slimy, stinky hug. (oh boy! Vore Simulator 2018!) he would hold onto Trinnean for the entirety of the shift back, hair and all, meanwhile attempting to keep him decent. How nice. The meat has a Care to give.
(06:38:25) Trinnean: [aw :>]
(06:38:27) Trinnean: [how good]
(06:38:37) Trinnean: [i love onnu more, that is considerate]
(06:38:40) Trinnean: [i almost wrote condiments]
(06:38:44) Onnushi: ( 'small friend. must protec' )
(06:38:52) Crosis Darkarma grumbled now. He could tell Ensueno was not a fighter. She wasn't the type to step up physically in a ring of combat. People like her held a certain power over Crosis he himself could not explain. "All I wanted to know is how the plant was doing, and where the fuck Hashenn was. Why will nobody tell me where he is?" he asked. Still cursing under his breath, one of the things that could be heard was, "Fine. I'll just ask my bloody Father. It's time he sees me again." But they were all under-breath mumbles as he left the church. Not just partly, but completely due to Ensueno. Raw physical or magical power could not persuade him. It just made him want to fight harder. ...But somehow...Crosis had a weakness for non-combatants. He'd sent two people to the infirmary this evening over a grave misunderstanding. If Crosis was better able to communicate his feelings and thoughts to people, this never would have happened. His world was simple. Dominance. Obedience. Control.>>
(06:39:40) Crosis Darkarma>>This world of mortals was entirely confusing to him, and he lacked all of the basic tools to navigate such a world. He was an alien, stuck in a time that he no longer belonged to. He left the cathedral, still muttering and cursing.
(06:41:12) You say, "(I had lots of fun RPing with you guys! <3)"
(06:41:31) Ensueño: [<3333 :3]
(06:41:32) You say, "(Sorry Crosis kind of sucks IC. D:)"
(06:41:41) Ensueño: [XD It's okay\
(06:42:12) Ensueño bowed her head low in thanks to Onnushi then waited, listening while her gaze was locked onto the soft smoke drifting up through star-shaped holes in the censer's lid. Only after she was certain he had left did she call for any guards available to lock the entire temple for the rest of the evening.
(06:42:20) Ensueño: [Ok dudes. I must sleep. Thanks for the rp!]
(06:42:25) Snapper Chum: [Goodnight.]
(06:42:27) Onnushi: ( nini )
(06:42:37) You say, "(Same. Night, everybody! And thanks so much for the RP! <3)"
(06:42:46) You say, "(I hope it was at least fun. ^.^)"
(06:43:14) You say, "(Nini!)"
Session closed 2018-01-22 06:43:16