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"I could try to jump up, but lets get you all up first." he assures. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Here, allow me." Nessius offers, picking up members of the party and holding them up to examine the door. "Don't know how I'm going to follow you." he comments.
"Maybe we are here?" Nessius asks. -Posted with Wayfinder
"so... What happened while i was gone?" he asks, swishing his tail in agitation. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nessius seems a bit concerned about his footing going down the stairs, but once down, he keeps his head down and tries to take up the rear so he doesn't obstruct the party.
Can your remove me from the active players and characters? You gotta mute the game while looking at the gameplay threads room, I think.
"I... Have some concerns." Nessius states, sizing up the hatch. -Posted with Wayfinder
"They're regrouping and are going to try again. I recommend we keep moving, so they do not get the tactical advantage of pinning us down." Nessius recommends. "It's what my tribe would do." He turns to look over the group. "I am pleased to have found you all again. And you are alive." he says warmly.
Making a tight turn, Nessius levels his lance. "This maze has not taken me yet!"
Nessius raises his shield. "We are bursting through." he growls. "Get some of them before they stick my flanks!"
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"Oh thank the gods! Some familiar faces! And they're NOT trying to kill me." he calls out, adjusting his course slightly. -Posted with Wayfinder
Great, more enemies! Nessius thinks, his tactical options dwindling rapidly. to his companion, he shouts back to her. "More up front! Going to try to break through!"
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Still hot. Okay I'm all leveled up. Figuring still tier 1, so that's fine. Also GM Solspiral, I'm okay with what you have planned. As you probably gathered from the roleplay interactions Nessius had prior, he's more focused on practicality than propriety.
I'm alive!
Leveling up to 3, are we still Tier 1?
I apologize for being absent for a while. I had to force-disconnect myself from the internet for a while and it made doing play-by-post games difficult.
Nessius has little patience for deceptions such as this, and backs up a few steps, giving him some space to charge if needed. What's this? he thinks.
"Wow. Color me impressed, Cantion. You got it in one." he replies with a chuckle. Clopping forward, Nessius touches his off hand in a fist to his breastplate. "I am Nessius, champion of the Centaur Tribes. These are my companions. We come because the oracle had told us of this place and that our destinies may be made manifest here."
Nessius watches the skeleton run off and tilts his head, somewhat confused. "That's unusual. Aren't the undead fearless?" he asks.
Nessius will look at the strangeness of the room, arch an eyebrow, and adjust his grip on his weapon. "Well, this could be a good thing." he reasons. "If they believe in such order, perhaps they're not some totally insane monster." he grumbles to himself. "The insane ones are harder to predict."
Nessius simply shakes his head and follows. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Hardly a toothpick for me." Nessius comments. "You keep it. I'll keep my lance."
Nessius readies his lance, looking around for potential threats.
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Like I'd sleep in your shabby humanoid establishments anyways! :P
He gives her a nod. "It takes me a while to dry off, I'll catch up."
I'm enjoying this. Just saying. It's been an amusing tightrope walk of if/when this becomes a beautiful mess.
"I said that you were quite beautiful. I did not say I wished to breed with you." he replies, his eyebrows knitting together for a moment as he straightened out his thoughts. "There is a difference. A very significant one. Now, if you had a good set of flanks and shapely hooves..." he gives her a joking wink.
Nessius shakes his mane of hair. "Of course not. You are a great warrior, good company, and... quite pleasing to the eye."He gives her a slightly flushed smile. "Not used to considering the beauty of races not my own."
As if I ever had a chance.
Nessius looks around. Other than natives, they seemed to be the only two of the group remaining. "Have we been here too long?" he asks, standing, his equine portion displacing large volumes of water. He blinks, staring into space for a moment, thinking of the conversation... "You don't... think... ?" he asks, "They were... giving us privacy?" He blows air out his nose, the action surprisingly horselike."Ridiculous!"
"Heh." Nessius replies. "Many of us as foals avoided water until we were forced into it. Then, it would be hard to get us to leave!" he soaps up his hair and rinses it with a bucket. "Of course, the adults drove off the water predators first. No sense in risking a foal to a crocodile or serpent." -Posted with Wayfinder
Nessius holds out the brush. "Not at all." he says. "Helping get each other clean is a communal task."
"I would bet the tavern. It's been a few minutes since cantion last had a drink." Nessius suggests jokingly. Scrubbing his flanks with a long handled brush, he sighs. -Posted with Wayfinder
"I'll go first." Nessius says from the center of the spring, where he's laid his equine quarters down to get the most submersion. From above the surface of the water, he appears to just be an absurdly muscled warrior. "My clan travels nomadically, so I don't have a set home. I was foaled and able to run quickly, so I've been running and fighting all my life. My family raised me to be a striker, and hit our enemies in glorious combat!" "Last year we hosted a joust between all the centaur clans. An Olympic challenge between warriors, only the greatest of our warriors would be allowed to visit the oracle." Nessius winks. "I won."
Nessius takes the glares in stride, after all, he was a powerful warrior of his breed in another species' territory. However, he is grateful he was, after all the cleaning equipment was for larger folk like him. Long handled hair brushes were a godsent gift. His equipment all set-aside, he will carefully step into the spring without a care about his nudity. "Ah... very nice." he sighs. "Been a while since I was able to scrub down properly..."
"I haven't." Nessius adds. "But I'll just watch, thanks." -Posted with Wayfinder
The centaur walks around the group but make no attempt to physically approach the newcomer. "I am Nessius." he introduces himself. -Posted with Wayfinder
Looking at the mess, Nessius sighs. "It wasn't really a challenge." he calls back, heading abovedecks.
From the belowdecks, Nessius shouts. "How'd it go up there? Got all of them?"
Nessius rears back and jabs with his lance again as he comes down.
Crisis isn't necessarily diverted, but I'm starting to cope with it. I'll be back soon, just... might take me a while to get the energy up to post rapidly again.
Im currently dealing with a family crisis. I should be back online soon. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nessius will take his charge against the seafolk, as he prepared to. Obstacles in his way are battered aside as he lunges forward.
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Nessius cries out, leveling his lance at the intruder. "You aren't of this ship's crew! Explain yourself or perish!"
Going belowdecks where there's a cooped-up centaur warrior probably wasn't the best idea.
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