Dec 13, 2019
ravanaugh-runner mentioned you on a post “If any of y’all didn’t know, there’s a free online library, aka ...”
@skaldish which was the magic book that caught your eye??
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ravanaugh-runner mentioned you on a post “If any of y’all didn’t know, there’s a free online library, aka ...”
@skaldish which was the magic book that caught your eye??
MANY
@ravanaugh-runner replied to your post “was very aware of everyone I went to school with’s approximate...”
wait people still do that in the uk
hunting with hounds was banned in 2004. apparently still goes on tho.
remember a girl I went to school w the day after the ban was made law casually asserting that ‘we’re still going to do it though’ and evidently she was right lol
ravanaugh-runner replied to your post “¦the eternal struggle between “writing something accurately†and “not...”
Kids love learning how to pick locks. C'mon if you don't youtube will
@ravanaugh-runner -- fully agreed, but at the same time, I would like to traditionally publish this thing
somehow I don’t think parents are going to buy their children a lockpicking manual
In the disguise AU players are always in creature form when they travel to Perim. Then does the average creature even know what a human *really* looks like? Or do they only know that suddenly villages have extra children; new travellers on the road seem more foreign than the villages which they claim to hail from, and their accents are off; the marketplaces and public squares are fuller during the day, but the inns are not any more crowded at night? How did people find out about humans?
“Had my suspicions about you for a while,” the barkeep grunted in his guttural tone. “Knew I was right,” he went on, scrubbing off the remnants of the day’s messes as best he could from the weathered, worn wood. A few stains resisted his efforts, though, and settled into create another addition to the layers of patterns. Solens worth of old patrons had left their marks, he supposed these were going to do the same.
He glanced at the end of the bar and frowned through his tusks. He’d gotten the blood out, but he’d have to fill in the gashes left from knocking a customer’s horned head into the counter.
Kaz looked down at the floor between his feet from where he was hidden underneath the bar, watching the shadow the the Creature fall over his clawed toes as he continued his nightly duties. He said nothing, still trying to recover from the frantic brawl that’d broken out mere minutes before.
“You’re all stupid. Think that ‘cuz you fool yourselves you can fool us?” The older UnderWorlder continued. “No little ‘un should be here anyways. And you started a fight,” there was a small chuckle. “Cothica, you are dumb.”
“Sorry,” the boy croaked, wincing at the movement from his jaw. He brought a hand up to the spot, hissed, and pulled it away.
He’d have a massive bruise later.
Everything went dark as the larger Creature suddenly loomed over him, a hand tugging him out from his loaned hiding place and pulling him up to his feet. His mouth went dry as he was stared down by the scarred face of the barkeep.
“Nah, that’s the only convincing part of your act,” he grinned with crooked teeth. “Arrogant, would-be warriors do the same, in fact, that little stunt probably saved you. They might think you’re trying to follow some champion’s footsteps or something.”
A rough hand tapped at his chin and Kaz flinched.
“You don’t bleed.”
“No.”
“That’s freaky.”
“Yep.”
“You have a name?”
“Kaz.”
“You gon’ speak with more than one word at a time?” The Creature snorted, then looked below the counter to grab a small bottle and rag.
“What’s that for?”
“Oh, you do speak,” the barkeep uncorked the bottle and held the rag to the top before splashing some onto the fabric. “It’s for the wound.”
“I won’t need it,” the Player shook his head.
There was a skeptical snort, “you may not bleed, but you do have a cut.”
A pit formed in his stomach. “I do?”
“Yup, right here.”
The rag was pressed just above the sore spot, and it stung.
It. Stung.
Kaz was frozen, eliciting another chuckle. “It’s just a scratch, shouldn’t take too long to heal.”
“I-I shouldn’t have that. This isn’t real, I don’t even bleed, this-”
“Kid, calm down, you’re going to spook yourself.”
“This body isn’t supposed to be real.”
“Pretty good fake then, can’t say the same for your acting.”
“You don’t get it, I-”
“I know, you’re one of those ‘visitors’.”
“Yeah, and this isn’t what I actually look like!”
The older Creature finally gave some pause. “Really?”
“Yes! This,” Kaz pointed to his chest, “-this is not me.”
The UnderWorlder furrowed his brow, “you sure about that?”
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(Tell me your headcanons about Odu-Bathax; I can’t for the life of me figure that guy out)
Gotcha dude
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Odu-Bathax is a softie at heart regarding the kids of the Hive. He currently is in charge of one after the child’s primary caretaker passed away.
He was a runt, or at least a small hatchling, and that’s why he’s so excited when testing out weapons on his soldiers: it’s the power.
Like all Danians who don’t have wings, Odu-Bathax HATES having his feet off the ground. And heights. Picture that moment when Grunkle Stan was holding on to the wooden handle and whimpering ‘nope’. That’s Odu-Bathax
He’s neutral to the human Players. Protection of the Hive is important, and yes, they’re kids, but they’re intruders. Intimidation tactic usually works.
If he can drink coffee, he’ll prefer it with a spoonful of honey or just straight black.
ravanaugh-runner replied to your post: ravanaugh-runner replied to your post: ...
you: *say you were a huge coward as a child* Also you: messed around with mirrors in the dark*. I could NEVER
hey mate i never said the lights were off
those lights were ALL on
“Oh, that’s right. Me and Peyton fluxed to the Storm Tunnel, and we never saw them again until way after that.”
“That...probably was one of the more harrowing ScanQuests in Perim I had.”
“Yeah, Siado wasn’t all too thrilled after all that.”
“You know what happened, Peyton?”
“Yupperz! I went to check up on him a few days later. Turns out Mudeenu had a communicator on him, and carried Siado all the way through the Plains until they found a comfty cave and made a signal. The Mipedian Muges all helped out to find them and bring them back. As for our little red imp and his big mechanic friend? That, I have no idea.”
“Khybon probably had something made, I’d guess, but...Glacier Plains isn’t exactly a place that’s safe to wander, either. Aren’t Mipedians cold-blooded? They must have been freezing...”
ravanaugh-runner replied to your post: I keep thinking about how the end of each season...
the maxxor switcheroo feels out of nowhere because it was. The season1/2 special was more plausible if you take into consideration that the show often makes bizarre choices about what scenes to show and what to off-handedly refer to. Because of that, not foreshadowing characters just planning together offscreen is very typical for the show. Been meaning to make a long post about it but I hope that makes sense
Admittedly, the episodic nature is... something I keep forgetting when watching. It makes a lot more sense when put in that perspective, because the show always pulled things like that, albeit on a smaller scale. Although I can absolutely pretend and headcanon my way out of it--