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  1. OOC

    Actually, don't worry about it. I got into three RPs in the last couple of days, so I probably don't have enough time to dedicate to PK
  2. OOC

    What do you have in mind?
  3. OOC

    Is there anything cool to jump in on?
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    Sounds good
  5. In stark contrast to Pearl, Havel Strange was filled with purpose as he strolled through the half-crowded aisles of the Obsidian Tear. He wasn't on an adventure to nothing and nowhere. On the contrary, the ticket he had purchased made it abundantly clear where he was headed; the word LO'BRE was written in big bold script upon his receipt slip. It was a reminder of the explorer's mission, a quest that would bring fortune and fame to the daring spellsword. He was determined to keep his dangerous course, even if he had to brave the perilous journey on his own, and it seemed as if his road would surely be a lonely one. No one he had asked had agreed to come with or to spare any resources. Instead, he was admonished and even insulted for what was described as the naivete of a young mage. Fuck them, Havel reasoned with a roguish grin, opening the door to one train cart and crossing into the open space between carts. For a moment, he admired the landscape of Elendaron as the Obsidian Tear rolled past and the various geological features and objected of wonderment rolled by the mage's icy blue eyes. A few moments elapsed before Havel turned towards the opposite doorway and quickly made his way out of the windy connector and into one of the train's many barrooms. After hours looking over his notes and maps in his stateroom, the spellsword figured it was a good time for a break, which undoubtedly called for a drink by Havel's sensibilities. That evening, the mage was dressed in his usual gentlemanly fashion, though the allure of a wizard was certainly in plain view. He wore a black dress shirt with a thin red tie, clipped to his shirt with a silverish ornament. Below, Havel was adorned in grey slacks and brown shoes. Over the entire ensemble, an open robe of rich blue covered the mage's tall form. The magical garment hung from Havel's broad shoulders, its billowing tail and sleeves dangling limply at his sides and back, and it flowed in ethereal fashion as he walked towards the bar. His eyes flashed to and fro, surveying his surroundings before settling on the fiery redhead who seemed to be totally and utterly alone. At first, Havel was quite skeptical, finding it unlikely that such a beauty would be alone and surely someone would return and sit by her side. In any case, it wasn't something that would have stopped the spellsword anyways. Keen nostrils sniffed at the air, picking up the woman's tantalizing perfume, but also catching onto an even more curious smell. Gun powder intermingled with the smell of lubricating oils; a sign that the woman was carrying firearms and regularly ran maintenance on the killing machines. It made the woman a curious thing, contrasting heavily against the backdrop of normal citizens and tourists. Havel took a seat at a stool, seated two stools to Pearl's left. Hailing the diminutive bartender, the mage ordered a glass of a substance that sat in a large glowing container. A fey concoction that carried an intoxicating lemony taste, or at least the mage had read as much once. Soon after, a cool glass pressed against his sword-calloused hand; Havel regarded Pearl with a curious stare. "Oh my," the mage spoke suavely, covering his eyes as if blinded by some overwhelming light. "Do my eyes deceive me? Or did a star venture down to grace me with its sheer incandescence?" @Mickey Flash
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    What needs doing around this bitch?
  8. Arthur Uskglass stood near the mouth of the alleyway, his broad back pressed against the side of the wagon. The wooden vehicle was horseless, pulled by ethereal wisps that had carried the entire crew across the city. The back of the wagon was sizable, sporting enough space for the companion's return trip and the loot they would ideally bring along with them if they survived the ordeal. The mage was dressed in typical adventurous fashion, illustrating that he was both wizard and warrior. A shirt of chain mail covered his torso along with a harness that carried most of his equipment. A long robe of shimmering, black fabric was worn on top, reaching above his knees and open up front. The left side of the robe displayed pictures of golden suns, whilst the right had silver moons. Tough pants adorned his lower half along with rubber boots which would prove useful in the sewers. To his right, his weapons were also leaning against the wagon. A sheathed long sword with spikes on the pommel and a flanged mace of shining gold. Arthur remained mostly quiet as Renes explained the plan. His eyes were closed, trying to focus and prepare himself for the work ahead. He interjected twice during the conversation. The first was in reference to bypassing the sewer walls. "I agree with Matti. If we can bypass an explosion, we should. That said, the more important issue is how we'll be closing the holes we're making. The last thing we need are monsters escaping into the sewers after we've gone." Arthur waited a few moments before adding the next bit. He nodded at Enid. "Moreover, if sentience exists down there, it will certainly be evil." @Glacialic Acid ((I'm gonna be out of town from the 8th to the 14th. If by chance we get to my turn before I return, just skip me.))
  9. lol gg
  10. Hope you're feeling better! ^_^ Very excited that this fight is about to be done. Whewwww~

  11. we're selecting Hael as a judge and he'll grade the fight. Though I'm open to the suggestion of others if they're willing, though that might take a while.
  12. I accept.
  13. I don't think Prae and BFC want to grade by rubric. We can find two other judges or we can have Hael do it by himself. You did suggest him yourself so you must think him impartial.
  14. Could we just have @Haelstrom grade it according to a point rubric based on the actual content of the fight? Otherwise, I'd much rather just have you guys make the judge call so we can continue fighting.
  15. Remove creativity. Keep Damage, Control and Logic. I don't think it'll change much.