I'm sorry to have to do this, but my health is continuing to take a nose dive. I have to be honest with the campaigns that I'm a part of. I just cannot do it right now. I wish I could say it's temporary, but it's not looking that way.
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I'm trying to get caught up. Rescue has been really kicking my butt. :( We lost a small kitten two days after rescue due to a birth defect. It's been very tough.
I've had a rough health week, but I'm trying to get caught back up. I should have a post up tonight.
It's one I've definitely been interested in.
Second Watch: The dwarf sits there, dumbfounded. Both by the fact of who had been wandering around in the hood of his cloak, who he'd been protective of, and lastly about the comment regarding levity. The dwarf is obviously uncomfortable with some part of that revelation. Likely all of that revelation. "I.." the dwarf just trails off, unsure how to respond.
lol Only spoken word and miming.
Oh my gosh! Heck yeah, S&S! So post in there, Noro?
"And that's all?" The dwarf asks quietly, as his rough hand rests on his friend's shoulder. "Lad, we've spilled blood together. Ain't no past history that'll turn us away." 2nd Watch: Thirzin looks down to his friend and smiles softly, the first tender look on the dwarf's haggard face in far too long. "Aye, lass, I'd love to hear the full story m'self. I just know you showed up one day. Just don't over exert yourself?"
Sorry, folks. It's been a rough stretch of time for me, but I'm going to try and get caught back up today and try to keep caught up.
Just wanted to let people know it's been a tough week. I'm gonna try and get caught up enough to post today, after some sleep.
A bit of a family emergency. NPC me, at least till Friday evening.
Thirzin continues to cradle her, as she returns to the size they all are so familiar with. "I'm real, Sprig. All of us are here, lass, and we'll get you right as rain."
While the other members of the group are so focused on the woman, the source of their ire, Thirzin rushes to his small friend. "Hold on, lass..." he says quietly, as he crouches down, doing his best to keep Sprig's body from falling to the ground. The gruff dwarf cradles his friend and ally, a scene far too familiar. "Stay with ol' Thirzin..."
Thirzin slings his weapon after his enemy, but it doesn't seem to do much good. The weight flies wide, leaving an immense crater where it lands, as the dwarf curses loudly. Moments later, the color returns to the dwarf's face. The moment is short lived, as he nearly hits the ground as well, sweat pouring off him in a proverbial downpour.
Although the dwarf suffers a serious barrage of wounds, it seems enough to spur the dwarf off, his rent flesh spewing a dark, viscous fluid instead of the usually rich vibrant red of fresh blood. With the assistance of his similarly angry friend, he spits and hurls the heavy weight, catching the creature in what is a blatant rib cage shot. What took two hits for his foe to do, the ancestral weapon of his people allows Thirzin to return a wound one better to his foe. "How about now, ya sorry sack a shite!"
Yelling out at the pain, the dwarf's skin darkens and crackles like old parchment or the skin of those long dead. His eyes harden, burning with a fire that the wound only seems to stoke. "Then let me show you what a dwarf is!" Thirzin chokes up on the weapon and gives a gruesome swing, but the tendons don't move quite right yet and the weapon leaves a large crater in the ground.
Thirzin grimaces, the tune driving back the madness. It stirs something deep inside. The fires that make a dwarf strong. He again joins the fray, stepping up to take his place opposite of Noro.
The primal scream from Thirzin's lips accompanies the striking of his weapon, the dwarves weapon striking a glancing blow. But even a glancing blow flows with the ferocity of forging steel and the blow breaks bones, without a doubt.
Sorry, folks. It'll be tomorrow before I post. Today is a tough day. A year ago today I lost a very dear cat, to an awful disease. We watched her slowly decline for a month, and during the last two weeks of that period, it got bad. The last 3 days were utter torture, and with my PTSD, I still relive it from time to time. At six months and again now, it's been especially hard for me. Just wanted to give people a heads up and apologize.
You can do it! We know you can. I can understand rough life all too well, so I'm very sorry to hear that. You can do it!
Woohoo! Maybe I will hit this time!
Same here. Could it have been the recent sales?
Thirzin mouth opens and shuts repeatedly, as he curses loudly. This was nightmare fuel. Pure animalistic terror. He wasn't going to be able to win this time. He wasn't going to be able to save them. He wasn't going to be able to save anyone.... Although the dwarf was usually the kind to run headfirst, this howl sent him running back to the group, putting his hands defensively in front of them, trying to get them to run too. "Not again...not again!"
The dwarf screams out, his body rushing the distance between himself and Nualia. "You...touched...Sprig! You're MINE!!!!" The dwarf says with a finality, his ancestral weapon swinging with a true ferocity.
Previous Flex Answering Pavanna:
"I think that'd be fine, lass. Any bit a help'a'd be good. 'Specially what's comin' up." The dwarf stares ahead, continuing trudging with the certainty of a dwarf. The mountain moves.
"Ya a cheap excuse for a war-ya, lass. We ain't gonna sit on our hands, while your little 'uns wiggle like worms in the dirt." Wrapping the chain around one wrist, the dwarf gestures in the direction of the figure attempting to hide in the tree line. It is when the number of companions that his lip curls back in a snarl that none of his blood brothers and blood sisters have witnessed. The creator of nightmares, though...well, the coldness in the dwarf's eyes is dangerous. More than any of the battles they have shared together, this is a new side to Thirzin. Something has snapped inside their normally calm friend. He is not the same. His skin grows as gray as the rain filled sky and hard as stone. The mountain has gone to war. "Quit hiding and show yourselves!"
I'm scared to know Thirzin's theme song. And yep, Asuriel is a less combat heavy version of Aisha Clan-Clan. Just sayin'.
Drawing his hood up against the battering drops that assault them, the dwarf coughs against the rain. "This is the kind of weather that we'd sit and smoke and wait it out...What I wouldn't give for a nice pipe."
Level 4 1 Level of Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 9 HP
Knowledge (nature) 1 rank
Flex Time Horatio:
"It's deep and rumbling, like the mountains. There is an old song that I heard in my youth. A song reminiscing of a kingdom long lost..." Thirzin's eyes hold a fair away look for several moments, as he attempts to sing the tune he is speaking of.
Although it is rough and broken and sounds more like crushing stones than singing, the noise coming from his throat somewhat like he was trying to get across. "Lad, ya have as much hair on ya chin as a newborn pup," the dwarf muses with a quiet, throaty chuckle, as the night ends.
I forgot to! Oops!
"Soon, this'll be over, and we can handle all this other stuff. And maybe things will settle down." Although he speaks simply, it's obvious that he is angry. Not in the way he speaks, but the fire in his eyes and the gritting of his teeth.
So I know which is Horatio, but who is Olives and who is Thirzin? lol
Ryan's reaction to his hair is priceless!
You mean it's not?
SIXTEEN?! I'm not sure I own sixteen of anything. No wait, I have at least sixteen dice. What does a food bill for sixteen cats look like?! $80 every 16 days. So $140 a month.
Including my fosters, I've got 16. I think I have enough to give my family a coronary.
So I'm having a rough patch. Just had one of my personal cats unexpectedly pass away due to neurological issues. He was not yet a year old. It was a swift onset, from Thursday afternoon to Saturday afternoon when I put him to sleep. He was one of my favorites, and it has left me in an odd head space where I just need a couple of days.
Hello, hello, peeps!
"Shut up and smile, so he doesn't kill us."[/b]
I just saw! That's amazing!
"We're not friends of convenience. We're...family, by choice." The word 'family' seems to carry extra weight, and his eyes temporarily growing distant before he smiles at Noro. His hand rests gently on her shoulder, and he follows that up by a hand on Horatio's. "You two need to talk...Somethin's eatin' at both of ya, and it needs to be talked about."
Ok, decided on barbarian. Thinking archetypes of invulnerable rager/urban barbarian.
Well, Noro is a beast.... even in combat.... ;) I don't think Salsa would let Thirzin have Noro as his animal companion. Lol
You already have a raging companion.... An animal companion?
Oh yeah, that's exa what I'm meaning. A raging companion will be a great help.
I don't see anywhere else that gives rage right off the bat that would fit the gruff guy, besides barbarian. And tapping into (and embracing) that rage would transition well into him getting a companion with rage.
He's always held it back, because of how his family has been (essentially slayers, paladins, inquisitors, and rangers) as far as control. He's seeing now that the level of control isn't enough. He needs more power. He needs to find something deep inside because he could not save his family.
Well, if it's barbarian, it's a dip. The nightmares showed me there is a well of anger that doesn't often come out from Thirzin but is dangerous. I'm not sure if Thirzin will do well with an animal companion.
I'm still trying to decide between barbarian or ranger.
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