|| &. BRAINS OVER BRAWN.

independent rp blog for projared's dungeons and dragons character diath woodrow.   selective.  mutuals take precedence. all icons made by the muns. art credit for the blog + header goes to cia-doodles. penned by madelyn.   est. july 8th, 2016.

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|{ TIBERIUS. }|

“ i—yes! of course not. no trouble will be caused! ”

the vistani? were they a group that people didn’t like?

tiberius started to walk ahead, not paying attention to the man who was approaching him. his thoughts seemed to be clouding his attention.

                    diath decided to speak up.  “ so you’re all the way from DRACONIA, huh?  you’ve been dragged into barovia just like my party and i, ” he said, gently trying to rouse the other from his thoughts.  “ have you been hurt at all?  i know of an inn you can stay at if you need somewhere to spend the night.  the martikovs are INCREDIBLY friendly. ”

[rprespect-blog]

LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING A MOMENT.

you don’t need fancy icons to roleplay with me.

you don’t need to write in small fonts to roleplay with me.

your theme doesn’t have to look like you gave your soul to photoshop to roleplay with me. 

i won’t rp with you if you don’t read my rules.

i won’t rp with you if you have a sucky attitude. 

IT’S 2017, LET’S LET TUMBLR ELITISM DIE. 

[jmerrick]

[ P L E A S E ]

[peachisty]

reblog if the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy this 2017 (or forever)

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|{ JACK. }|

                    “Okay, robes, knickknacks, cool. Headpieces are a bit much to be lettin’ people walk around in public with. Christ. And nobody cared except you?”  Jack sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets, shivered.  “… Listen, that’s… you don’t gotta. I can handle myself, I’m armed.”

                    “ i don’t HAVE to, but i WANT to, ” diath said.  “ at the very least, our doorstep is a safe place for you.  our bedroom’s right by the window, so all  you’d have to do is bang on the window if you’re in trouble. ” 

                    he put his hands on his pockets, shivering.  “ i get off at fern street’s station, and then it’s a block or so from there.  here’s hoping the train comes soon. ”

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|{ JACK. }|

                    Zipping up his coat in the chilly air, the bolt to the station was a tense one, and Jack didn’t necessarily feel much safer down there in the dark. A few people mingled about the station, but this was much more… secluded. Isolated. Dangerous. 

                    “… Diath. Jack.”  he introduced himself and cast a glance at his apparent rescuer.  A shudder ran down his spine. “That’s a real kind offer, but this is about as close to ‘home’ as you can get me, bud. I’m sure there’s a few places I can hole up for the night, don’t worry. Thanks for that. What did he look like; what should I be watching for?”

                    diath furrowed his brows for a moment, picturing the creep in his mind.  “ he was wearing long black robes with gold belts and adornments, and had a strange crown-like headpiece on, all underneath a dark red cloak.  he looked like he was from a CULT, if i’m honest, ” the archaeologist wrinkled his nose.  “ and if you don’t have a home to lock him out, i’ll take you to my house.  i already started protecting you, so why not? ” he laughed lightly.  “ i’ll just let my roommate know. ” he pulled out his phone and began to text paultin.

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|{ STRANGER. }|

                     Jack simply smiled in return, allowing himself a faint blush at the sensation of the stranger’s warm breath on his cheek and ear. If anything, it made the act more believable. 

                    “Of course, I’d like nothing more.” Don’t look for him, that’ll give you away. He nodded, glancing at the door instead and starting to lead his “companion” towards “home”. 

                    “The blue line, yes?” They wouldn’t take the blue line, but he hoped it was enough confirmation that yes, the subway was fine.

                    “ it’s the quickest way to your house, isn’t it? ” diath laughed.  “ is it? ” he whispered, hastily ushering jack through the FRIGID night into the nearest subway station.

                    only when he was down the stairs did he steal a look behind him... and found nobody there.  he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly let go of jack.  “ oh my god, he’s gone.  thank GOD. ” he looked behind him once more, just to check, and yes, the hulking figure wasn’t there.  turning to jack, diath brushed himself off.  “ alright.  i think i should probably see you home, just in case, but for now, he’s gone.  i apologize once again for that; i didn’t think it through.  my name is diath. ”

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|{ GET HIM OUT OF HERE. }|

Ask from @uncannilydodged !

( “ 4, 5, and 17. Diath’s talking like he’s reuniting with Jack after a long time, but he whispers ‘someone is following you; play along.’ ” )

                    Jack blinked in vague surprise under the sudden assault of affection from this… stranger. Part of him couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered, but he was more concerned with the apparent drunk behavior and the ominous warning than anything. Someone following him? Why? He had nothing of value, few enemies…

                    He played along as requested for the time being, breaking into a wide smile as he returned the hug, took the kiss, and intertwined his fingers with the man.   “Well, now, welcome back, darling! Everything go well, I trust?”

                    “ it went very well, ” diath was no actor, but if paultin taught him anything, when in IMPROV, you NEVER say no.  contradictions led to CONFUSION, and if diath was to shake off that burly man in the back of the bar who looked at this young man with a horrifying mix of lust and HATRED, confusion would be HIGHLY detrimental.  “ i’ve done all the work i need to for tonight.  why don’t we go home and relax? ” his voice grew suggestive, but when he leaned to nuzzle against jack, he whispered in a far more REMORSEFUL tone.  

                    “ i’m so sorry that i’m doing this to you; if you’re ever uncomfortable, just squeeze my hand.  i didn’t think this through, but there was someone in the bar that looked like he wanted to kill you and fuck you… and i’m not sure about the order from the looks of him.  we’re near the subway; you alright with going there? ”

[uncannilydodged-moved]

  @gearswithinmind liked.

                    “ you seem quite INTERESTED in this flower field. ” diath had noticed a strangely-dressed young man wandering around the commons, looking LOST and a mix of both wonderfully and horribly OVERWHELMED.  people wrapped in their own thoughts and unfamiliar with daggerford would not last long, and the rogue was not one to let someone who had done no wrong meet their untimely demise—not if he could help it.  “ are you lost? ”

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                    like for a starter!  first time i’ve ever done a starter call.

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|{ TRAVELER. }|

ah finally! tiberius dusted off his robes and approached the figures with a bright smile on his face.

“ greetings and salutations!  i am tiberius stormwind of draconia. i was heading towards a place called emon, but a mist—just like this one, in fact—appeared when i awakened from my slumber. i am looking for a place to sleep, that is all. oh—where are my manners? ”

he reached his hand forward, waiting for a handshake.

                    the guards looked at each other, less SUSPICIOUS and more CONFUSED.  another traveler not from around here, then.  the male guard turned back to tiberius and reluctantly shook his hand.  

                    “ you do not look like one of the VISTANI, ” he said, scrutinizing tiberius.  “ you had better not cause any TROUBLE, do you hear? ”  but with him saying that, he began to open one of the gates.

                    as he did, the young man with copper hair and pale green eyes approached, cautious, but CURIOUS.

[uncannilydodged-moved]

bard playing their harp in a dungeon: everybody knows shit fuck

[uncannilydodged-moved]

whoops.

well, shit.  my activity has really gone down, huh.  on ALL of my blogs.

truth is, i’m finding it harder and harder to rp on tumblr.  i kinda feel lonely, as few people regularly talk to me (and i’m usually the one initiating anyone else, and it’s tiring) and most of the time i reply fairly quickly to only a few threads that i have.  this week’s been a bit different due to choir concerts and the beginning of finals week (so this week and next will be hectic for me).  and to be frank, there’s also the whole deal of doing all the formatting and cool icon business and stuff (don’t lie, even those of you who don’t require it probably like to see it).  i’ve been rping a lot on skype and it’s a lot less stressful, so i might open up my skype to anyone who asks.

does this mean i’ve stopped rping on tumblr?  hell no.  but my activity might go down.  i’ll try and keep images and stuff stocked in the queue, but yeah.

[uncannilydodged-moved]

|{ I’LL FIND WHATEVER YOU ARE. }|

{ ★ }

   what would be the best way to get the man    alone?                the other was guarded. careful. and armed. 

   hayden thought for a moment before cupping his    hands around his mouth.

            “ help! “

   his voice was weak, feigning injury. the siren moved    back, further into the shelter of the trees before assuming    a position on the ground. the illusion of a wound took form    on his leg. he took extra care to make sure his voice would    only be heard by the target in question. 

         a little song was what he was famous for after all. 

                  “ please… please is anyone there? “

                    alright, this was FISHY.  diath turned to the rest of his party, seeing that nobody else had heard the cry for help.  “ guys?  i heard someone calling for help.  i think we should go investigate. ”

                    “ huh? ” a young paladin rubbed her eyes, looking up at diath somewhat blearily.  she’d almost settled down for bed, but upon hearing diath’s words, she jumped up.  “ what?!  well, we gotta go find ‘em an’ give ‘em the light o’ Lathander to help ‘em out! ”

                    “ evelyn, i don’t think they want LATHANDER, but if you still have any hands to lay on, that would be good.  diath, are you SURE you heard someone? ” another young woman ( who may not have been human; it was hard to tell under her cloak and robes ) piped up.  “ i-i didn’t hear anything. ”

                    “ can’t say i heard anything, either, ” the final member of the party spoke, his words SLURRED.

                    “ paultin, you’re drunk, ” diath said.  “ your perception’s not at its peak.  i’m not going alone, so i suggest we all go together, just in case.  i agree with you, strix, this doesn’t seem RIGHT. ” with that, he motioned for his friends to come forward, and with a little bit of reluctance, they agreed, moving further into the forest.

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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|{ WHERE ARE YOU...? }|

{ ★ }

   curiouser and curiouser.     the siren tilted his head and let his eyes wander    over the man’s figure slowly. 

   his group of travellers weren’t far away, which     COULD put a damper on things. so he’d just have    to lure the man away. 

              hayden dropped to the ground silently, hiding          in the shade of a tree. with a wave of his hand, the           leaves in the clearing fluttered gently and the wind          tugged lightly at the stranger’s clothes.

   he just had to make a little space between     the man and his group. then everything would be     easy. 

                    diath didn’t let his guard down, ESPECIALLY when the wind seemed to PURPOSEFULLY pick up.  he gripped his dagger tighter, pale green eyes moving back and forth to try and pick up any sort of movement.  he found none, and that only unsettled him MORE.

                    “ where are you, whatever you are? ” he asked, voice barely making it out away from his lips.  he grit his teeth, preparing to alert his party.

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|{ WANDERER. }|

tiberius swung his staff at the small nearby enemy, knocking it out with one hit. the mist didn’t seem to die down, which annoyed tiberius, for all he wanted to do was head home to draconia.  alas, he ended up walking in circles due to the thick mist. giving up, he continued to walk on the path, ending up at the gates to the village of vallaki, hoping to at least find some place to stay.

“ uh, hello? anyone there? i need a place to stay for the night. ”

@uncannilydodged

                    the mists parted for about forty feet so the dragonborn could see into the dreary, muddy town.  nobody walked the streets, and barely any sound from inside the buildings entered the air.  if not for the few lights on in an inn nearby, it would have looked completely DESERTED.

                    well, that and the figure of a young man peering out the door to said in.  pale green eyes narrowed in interested curiosity, and after speaking to someone inside, he slowly exited the building and moved towards the gate, where two guards stood.  they, too, looked at the adventurer, but they were more SUSPICIOUS.

                    “ state your business, ” demanded one of them, the voice gruff and male.

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|{ SOMETHING IS OUT THERE. }|

@uncannilydodged is wandering in the woods

{ ★ }

   he had been sure that rumours would prevent    wandering travelers from coming through this    pass. after so many had gone missing, lost to    an icy fate,                  who would be stupid enough to try it now? 

   hayden watched the stranger casually, comfortable    in his perch. at the very least, the visit had come at    an opportune time. 

          it HAD been a while since his last meal. 

                    something felt OFF in this neck of the woods.  diath’s skin CRAWLED as the waffle crew tentatively pushed on into the night, and it didn’t stop even as they began to make camp for the night in a small clearing.  he looked around, scanning through the trees to try and find whatever it was—and he found NOTHING.  still on high alert, though, he slowly unsheathed a dagger and kept it on his person, but hidden.

                    and then he took a step or two away from his party.  he wasn’t SPLITTING them, no... but he just wanted a better look.