EllaThePuppy Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 /-----------------\/------------------------------------------------\ | Killian || Arms Dealer of MERCHANT | \-----------------/\------------------------------------------------/ | Str: 19(19)^1 || Level 50 Sex M Age 50(391h) | | Int: 21(21) || Class bard Size medium | | Wis: 21(21) || Race Elvar(avian) Align chaotic neutral | | Dex: 23(23)^3 || Hp 925/929 (110%) Exp 48060/610540 | | Con: 18(19) || Mana 1001/1046 (115%) +Hit 26 (96%) | \ Lck: [|||||-] \/ Move 525/525 (110%) +Dam 28 / /-----------------/\--------------------/\--------------------------\ | ARMOR || SAVES || Deity Rygothran | | Slash -334 || Spell -23 || Faith Greed | | Pierce -336 || Afflictive -8 || Weight 244/350 | | Blunt -336 || Maledictive -7 || Items 26/45 | | Magic -298 || Mental -10 || Prac 21 Train 0 | | || Breath 0 || RP 73 | | || || Gold 81K CP 10.9K | \-----------------\/--------------------\/--------------------------/ / You are in the prime of your health. \ | 5 more hours must pass before a cabal promotion. | \-------------------------------------------------------------------/ I rolled Killian for two reasons. One, because I had a creative writing/RP itch that hadn't been thoroughly scratched in a long time. And two, to try a completely new combo of things that I'd never done before. What I ended up with was my first Merchant, my first bard, my first tattooed character, my first Noble... Killian was a lot of firsts, and I loved it. I had every intention, when I started the character, of applying for noble/royal and taking over the elven kingdom. Killian was an Elvarian - a made up name for an elf-avian half-breed, after I tried to restring as Avariel (the actual name for the race) and was reminded that @Iusedtobesomebody beat me to the punch lol. That goal evolved over time to taking over one of the main city states, and ultimately culminated in becoming Mayor of Maelbrim. #1 shout-out goes to Puerilaug. You were my partner in crime from the very beginning. My first customer, my first supporter. Very fun relationship that, surprisingly, never really soured (probably because we never really had a chance to turn on each other like we were both aiming to 😛) Other shout-outs include... Ihreraeh - snip snip Gindrug - sexy sax man Zergedelt - Killian HATED you. Like seriously hated you. See journal below for more evidence. Aelythuen - You were great to work with on the Miruvhor stuff Zekanhan - Definitely a huge help early on as I was trying to relearn the lay of the land Rynon - God damn, some of our RP together was hilarious. Something about slamming tails in doors? Love ya man, keep it up Likom - You have come such a long way and I think you're an awesome player. I'm so glad we were able to get you into Herald and keep you chugging along! Anume - sorry I let you down at the end there, couldn't really get back into it after I messed up Rygothran - I really hate that I didn't get to pursue our RP more; when we last met, it was already kinda over for more, I just wasn't willing to admit it yet Lloth - I love-hate RPing with you Ulmusdorn - never got to interact IC, but goddamn were you helpful when I was first starting out and had NO idea how to bard And lots of others over the last couple months. Finally, I wanted to share some of Killian's journals with you all, along with his history, so you can really understand who Killian was behind the pleasant, smiling facade. ---------- OFFICIAL STUDENT RECORD (CONFIDENTIAL) ---------- Universal Elven Learning Academy (UELA) Registry Record #1986410 Student Name: Killian Stonebrew INTAKE REPORT - 1st of Chaos, 2353 PC Killian is the mixed race son of Academy Headmistress Yuriela Makorrus, descended from House Makorrus of the Yuul-Baar Clan. Borne of a fleeting romance between Lady Makorrus and Lieutenant General Arvold Stonebrew of the Airia Professionals (Squad A-3, deployment 127) shortly after the Second Uprising, Killian is one of several half-breed students to be graciously accepted at UELA, his enrollment a condition of his mother's willingness to serve as the institution's Headmistress. Yuriela herself is an exceptionally bright pureblood elf and UELA administration has deemed it prudent to accept these terms. Killian will be assigned to a dormitory block with the mid-tier pureblood students and will be expected to work as hard as any other despite his mother's station. PERMANENT RECORD ENTRY - 2nd of Chaos, 2353 PC It is the second day of the Academy's 2353-2354 institutional session, and Killian Stonebrew has already caused quite a ruckus. He claims that he has been "harassed from the moment he got here" and that "threats have been made against his life," but I am quite certain that are upstanding students would not act so heinously, even toward a half-breed. Today in the courtyard one of our other half-breed students, an oafish lad by the name of Gregonus (half-ogre, half-elf... [COMMENT REDACTED]), evidently decided to take a stand for all mixed-race students. The resulting chaos was messy, to say the least. Two of our finest students had their noses bloodied, and one lost a tooth. Gregonus must have fallen during the scuffle, as he appears to have broken several ribs. Despite his violent outburst, our exceptional students were discovered standing beside the fallen boy, allowing him to hold onto their feet (admittedly, it was somewhat odd that their feet were so close to his chest) to pull himself upright. Gregonus will be suspended for a period of two weeks and will have ten demerits added to his academic permanent record. Killian, the only boy to escape the scuffle completely unharmed, will have one demerit added to his permanent record for what I suspect to be his role in inciting this schoolyard fight. We will also be withholding his weekly allowance, as we believe he may have paid Gregonus to fight for him. Your purpose is: VALEDICTORIAN SPEECH, UELA GRADUATING CLASS #376 - 14th of Balance, 2357 PC My Dearest Classmates, Teachers, and Headmistress. Before I begin, I would like to address my gratitude to the individuals that have most impacted my advancement and growth through my time here at UELA. Gregonus, a schoolyard friend from the very beginning for teaching me some of the best ways to build supportive relationships. Vice Headmistress of Discipline Marwelyn Antellus for her many lessons in appropriate behavior and discovering one's place in life. And Headmistress Yuriela Makorrus, my dear mother and beloved administrator of UELA, for her enduring encouragement and commitment to her only begotten son. It is with greatest pride and tremendous pleasure that I stand before you, the Valedictorian of the 376th graduating class of the Universal Elven Learning Academy. Here at UELA, we students are taken from raw, barely passable talents and molded into the fine, respectable individuals that you see before you. This time-honored tradition has carried on for 376 years and I am absolutely certain that it will continue for many more under the school's devoted leadership. To my classmates: we have had our moments of difficulty through the years, but in the end I think we can all say that we are better, stronger, and more intelligent individuals for having attended this fine institution. To my teachers: your countless lessons in the meaning of tolerance, equanimity, and opportunity have all met a standard of educational excellence that I didn't think possible. Without you, we students would have no idea what our place was in this world, and for that I thank you on behalf of our entire class. And to the alumni: We are the best and brightest that UELA has to offer, and that is all thanks to your legacy of experience, enthusiasm, and timeless care for all that this fine Academy and its graduates have to give to our world. My friends, we look to the future today, and are nearly blinded by the brightness that radiates from it. Our transition into the world beyond is sure to be full of challenges great and small. But with what we have learned from UELA, I have no doubt that we will face those obstacles head on and with great aptitude and poise. For with the backing of this fine institution, how could we fail? Your personality is: PERMANENT RECORD ENTRY - 12th of Life, 2354 PC Killian was brought to my office two days ago for causing a scene in class. According to his instructor, Killian began to shout some extremely offensive profanities at a group of young men who had allegedly been referring to him by a variety of derogatory names. Needless to say, I have every confidence that those students - who are at the top of their class academically and the children of very wealthy nobles - could not possibly have committed the acts as Killian described. When I told Killian as much, he became rather sullen and quiet; I suspect a default admission of guilt on his part. After his penance, Killian has spent much of the last two days smiling and treating his classmates with the degree of respect they deserve. I question whether this is an act, but perhaps that gregarious young man is finally learning how to behave. One of his instructors did report hearing him muttering angrily to himself, but when they called upon him, he responded cheerfully and without hesitation. **A small clipping is affixed to the back of the records. It appears to be the byline of an article in the Miruvhorian Whisperer. A faded picture of a ruined, burnt out building is drawn within, the ashy remnants of the evidently once-grand structure amplified by the chalky quality of the rendering. The text of the article reads thus:** Time-Honored Academic Institution Burned; Suspects Sought Reported: 1st of Death, 2362 PC The hallowed halls of the Universal Elven Learning Academy are no more, by reports from several reliable sources. The grand institution has been reduced to a pile of rubble by arsonists, its beautiful tapestry-lined corridors and fabled library, and all the rest of the storied campus, were destroyed in the blaze. The fire appears to have occurred during a reunion for UELA alumni, and we regret to report that a number of the individuals in attendance are confirmed to have perished in the great fire. Among those lost are UELA Headmistress Marwelyn Antellus, UELA Headmistress Emeritus Yuriela Marrokus, and a number of students that graduated in the class of 2357PC. To the family and friends of those lost, we offer our heartfelt condolences. Investigators are currently seeking details on they consider an intentional act of arson; anyone with more information should contact the Royal Enforcement Authority. Killian Stonebrew, the valedictorian of the class of 2357, was oversea conducting a trade negotiation at the time of the fire. He offers the following words of consolation to his fellow UELA graduates: My dear friends and family of UELA, our hearts are broken at this tremendous lost. Whoever perpetrated this heinous act must be found and brought to justice for their terrible crimes. And we, the remaining members of the class of 2357, must go on and grow to even greater heights in memory of our dear fallen friends. And to my dear departed mother who was also lost in this terrible blaze, I thank you for all that you have given me and assure you that, like all in this world, the perpetrators of this awful disaster will receive the payment that is due to them. [ 0] MERCHANT Killian : The Asinine Imperium Sun Jan 5 20:36:29 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal Fools. Idiots. Morons. Imbeciles. Savages. I am surrounded by ineptitude and stupidity, and sometimes I can hardly stand it. The vile masses of Miruvhor, stinking and unwashed, are only SECOND on my Most Hated list now. No, it is the "HEROES" and "SAVIORS" that I revile more than those flood-sore barbars that traipse about the city streets with their stench flowing freely in the city air that they hardly deserve to breathe. The "Carnival for Miruvhorian Flood Relief" was a catastrophic failure. It was poorly attended, interrupted by the violent urges of a blood addicted oaf that proved worse than a dog in heat. But the undead Vecturius was just a drop in the bucket compared to the inanity of that tentacle-laden wretch Zergedelt. Arrogance, egoism, self-possession... that ink-filled bastard hardly deserves a muddy puddle, much less the golden chalice he drinks from. Just like the filthy, pointy-eared whores that I grew up with, the common folk hardly deserve to be permitted to live and breathe, much less strut about like gods among men. They are peons, the worst sort of narcissists, and they don't have enough brains among them to form a coherent sentence. Someday, as I vowed long ago, I will scour them from the cities and place them in a more... fitting pen. But for now, I will abide their frivolous nonsense and maintain the facade of the compassionate civil servant and man of the people. But this I vow, when the day comes that I no longer have to pretend... I cannot wait until the day comes when I may take my rightful place atop the throne that has always been mine... when the day comes that I am no longer bound by the chains of my upbringing, and I amass the fortune and fighters needed to seize my birthright, I will not hesitate. Unlike the petty fools that crow and hawk their benevolence to each other, I will lead in truth, not in name alone. Until then... I will debase myself. I will endorse and assemble nonsensical farces to rid the masses of their unneeded fortunes, and ensorcel their vapid minds with song and dance. I will sell them their swords and axes and bows and plate. And I will dig into their hearts and minds, earning their trust, friendship, and respect. I will do what it takes. I will persevere. I will endure this gross injustice, this embarrassing place among the low. And I will emerge victorious. [ 1] MERCHANT Killian : Idiots, Morons, Fools Sun Jan 12 23:46:16 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal These fools are going to get us all murdered in our beds, and most of them will more than deserve it. I cannot fathom the level of stupidity that one requires to decide "I am going to incite the rage of the WARMASTERs and be the idiot who gets our trade pact revoked." Hard-won negotiations are mere trifles to this arse-headed sloths, using their limp reproductive parts to make key strategic decisions. WARMASTERs issue challenges. It's in their nature; get over it. If you are reluctant to engage those primitive morons in combat, then you get what is deserved when they decide to slake their primordial thirst over your idiot corpse. After all, we all suffer certain indignities to ensure that we can continue to operate our businesses as we choose. In the meantime, the WARMASTERs have no more respect for that flaccid ego- filled noodle of a necromancer. Phaw! Were it up to me, I'd slice him into calamari and be done with the whole affair. That idiot is going to cost us far more gold than he could ever deposit in the vaults, all while preening his frothy, ink-filled flagellates that he calls... well, whatever he says they are. Surely, given the millions of gold I have earned for the Family, you would think they would begin to recognize where respect is due. But alas, morons and imbeciles have no concept of the real world, only of their own selfish animal urges and their rabid need to put their masculinity on display. Hell, without a doubt it would be even easier than my current negotiations to arrange to sell some information that would lead to easy machination of these pride-toting, barbaric infidels and their hubris. After all, if they can be called to action by something so simple as a slight against the wee bits that dangle between their pathetic legs, then it would be dangerously easy to ensure that they fall into a trap of their own making to face very certain demise. Bah. Morons run the world and I am relegated to licking their boots. Great injustice that seems to know no bounds, but there will come a reckoning to this vile lot in life. And they will rue their own stupidity, I guarantee. [ 2] MERCHANT Killian : Adjudicate This, Moron Mon Jan 13 00:25:39 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal Threaten me, will you? This so called "Marshall" is a big old bag of hot air and as useless as they come. One song to rid him of those nasty heaps of rot and sagging skin that he carriers around with him, and he'd be helpless as a baby against me. But alas, martial law is not my aim and so I continue to be the target of his blathering, both directly and indirectly. And then to have that pathetic excuse for a mind-witch threaten me with ever shifting arbitrary deadlines... and they call her a Guardian! "Guardian" of what, I say?! Anyway, that elfen tavern wench contacting me to suggest their heinous bastard of a Marshall is teetering on the brink of madness, as he is threatening to besmirch my good name... what a bona fide ninny. Yet, despite the nonsensical, never-ending demands of those pedestal-sitting turd guarding, glorified janitors, the TRIBUNAL has proven useful to my idea so far. After all... saving a flooded city in the aftermath of a disaster is a public relations wet dream. Why, when I become known as the man himself to save all of Miruvhor? I will never have to work another day in my life, with the amount of gold those idiots will be throwing at me. Of course, I will. Work another day, that is. After all, once this project's been completed, there will be plenty more gold to be made. Someday, perhaps, I will consider retiring. But for now, there is so much to be won by keeping up this charade. All too soon, they will know my name and to hear it will be to know their reckoning. But for now, I will plaster on this smile as I grin and bear the full depth of their stupidity. These peasants have no idea what they're in for - they'll be wishing for but a simple flood to deal with by the time I'm through with them. I wrote this next one in honor of whatever VERY kind IMM took the time to RP with me in the Syndicate hideout after I was the only one to die on a group trip to Desolation at the Lurker. Fuck that mob. So the IMM very kindly carried me to the Lurker, dropped me off with my group, and then promptly died to a zombie catfish. All that remains in their memory is the Ballad of Bill the Box-Man. [ 3] MERCHANT Killian : The Ballad of Bill the Box-Man Tue Jan 21 22:40:57 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal A trip to the tundra, horrid and cold, Chill settles in to bones brittle and old, Care was not taken, The trip was mistaken, But the items were already sold. Intrepid adventurers set out to the fight, Wrapping their cloaks against the harsh winter's bite, With monsters abound, Hell itself all around, They charged into Desolate plight. Wind wraiths and wolves, and Deathwraiths to spare, No shortage of foes and a Demon nigh bare, Praying for grace, And not to disgrace, The heroes trudged forth unaware. They came to a cave, dark and scary, Here they'd heard tales of a beast, and were wary, Certain death lay ahead, But the Demon, he led, To dance with the devil in his lair-y. Billowing and bursting, noxious gas blew, And into their faces, rancid air flew, The beast reared and roared, As his flatuence soared, And tore into the bodies of the fool crew. Then in just a blink it was over, And the life of the musical rover, Was sadly cut short, From his motley cohort, It seems he'd forgotten his clover. The minstrel found himself at his pit, Clad with nothing except for his wit, His clothes had been shorn, Nude as the day he'd been born, And nothing to do but to sit. Then a voice, calm and sure, from the corner, Whispered out to the petulant mourner, "What will you do now, that you've been forced to bow, from your mighty throne as Prince Adorner?" A shadowy figure emerged from behind the crate, The bard recognized this scion of fate, It was Bill from the store room, His kindness in full bloom, "Would you like to go back?" "That'd be great!" And so the two men sized up one another, Then the bard said a prayer for the other, And with a great running leap, To Bill's arms, strong and deep, In their comfort he lay, like babe and mother. The journey flew by without issue, When they arrived though, the bard wet a tissue. As he dabbed at his eye, The kind deed made him cry, And as Bill trekked back home, yelled "I'll miss you!" And so ends the ballad of Bill, A testament to men and good will, His last greatest wish, Ate by a zombie catfish, But his memory to this day goes on still. [ 4] MERCHANT Killian : What's Your Name Again? Oh That's Right, Nobody Cares Wed Jan 22 13:12:53 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal Chaos. Order. War. Peace. Risk. Reward. This never-ending turmoil, as we all decide how best to serve our chosen master - whether said allegiance is to a belief, a religion, or our very self - is a key element of the tapestry that tells the story of our lives. Nonetheless, ultimately the payoff is the same regardless of our decisions. In the great ledger of mortality, no matter the sums and figures along the balance sheet of our lives, the bottom line never changes: we die. We comfort ourselves with an asinine theory of legacy, that we leave something behind us for the next generation? But frankly... Who the hell cares? The stupidity of people, especially in large groups, never stops amazing me. From expectations of a story left behind, to desperate pursuit of stupid and trivial sources of purpose and comfort, the idiotic masses have no idea what is really important in this world we call our own. They simply aspire to win or become or obtain, seeking their greater purpose or following the order of their higher power. All for what? Fifteen minutes of fame and shallow graves to leave behind. Take the dwarven Herald, for instance. Gindrug, I think is his name. In full disclosure, I honestly never really paid attention, as he's always seemed to be rather worthless as a pawn or pet... anyway, take him. A month or two ago he started prattling at me in the absolute worst way - I think he's got some kind of self-esteem issue, because if you can't bear a brief moment of quiet between the words vomiting out of your mouth, you must think you're saying a wrong thing, and need to cover up that wrong thing by piling more vocalizing bile on top of it. Blech. What an idiot. Anyway. He kept pestering me until I casually responded - I like to make him wait to remind him how generally unimportant he is - and started incessantly going on about his "awakening" and "awareness" and some other manner of ripe minotaur dung, implying that he has grown or... or whatever since his pretty little vampiress died. He was really quite relentless in his persistence and it was starting to get on my nerves, so I decided to toy with him a bit. So, I pretended to commiserate with him, to applaud his newfound sense of higher understanding, to purport to even ENJOY our conversation. Hah. As if. Unfortunately, I think my condescension may have been misconstrued, and then he just kept barfing more and more words at me. I'm pretty sure he must have completely exhausted his mental capacity, because at one point he was making farting noises and clucking like a chicken. Or maybe he was still talking to me and I just didn't care enough to devote the mental energy to interpreting his nonsense. Oh well. Of course, the whole point in even reflecting on that halfwit is to identify where fools like him find themselves going wrong and, in turn to discover an opportunity to bypass those mistakes. Since I was a young boy at UELA, in my own youthful naivete, I thought that learning to become a good person may be the best way to overcome the bullies and the beatings. But it turned out the bullies and beaters didn't much care what I thought. And when I realized how little impact my "caring" and "compassion" and "kindness" made on the social contract of our little schoolyard, I realized a simple truth. Chaos. Order. War. Peace. Risk. Reward. They really never meant a god-damned thing. The only thing that ever really mattered was power and the perception of power. What makes a leader - a general - a GOD but for the power they all wield? And what's the easiest way to come into power? Profit. Currency. Even exchange. Cold hard cash, baby. So spare me your moaning and groaning about enlightenment and whatever horse crap you're feeding everyone else. Spare me your useless schemes with nary a goal or measure to evaluate the viability. Spare me the pathetic efforts and failed attempts to manipulate, to subvert, to coerce, and to steal. Frankly, it's embarrassing - looking at you, Demon Boy - and it's never going to turn out the way you want anyway. Spare me your stupidity and stop wasting my time. I really couldn't care any less about any of you. Like Gindrug (or whatever his name is), to me you are all just walking sacks of word vomit. And I've got bigger fish to fry. [ 5] MERCHANT Killian : A Serenade to Splendor Sat Jan 25 18:01:32 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal Gone are the days of subservience. Gone are the days of schoolyard bullies and fool's orders. Finally ended are the times in which I might consider a bow or scrape to any of higher station. With this vacuum left by my friend and rival, Puerilaug, one thing is certainly clear to me. And that is that power... control... command... are finally mine. No more am I beholden for chains and directives. Or at least, none but a few that nary I should hope to supersede. It feels... as tremendous as I always thought it would. Truly, in the time before my ascension, I was economical, even thrifty with schemes and plots to assert my dominance. Operating within the shadows, I oft pulled strings in order to bring my own ambitions to success. But the present bears fruit and above all else, now will be my time in the limelight. Now dawns a time for the in which I will revel in my own destiny. All those before me will seem as droll ogres, daft and dumb with their own incompetence. In my shadow, the Family will grow and its potential will be like the waves of the ocean, swelling in devastating force. And in this, a moment devoted to Killian Stonebrew, nothing I touch will be but sparkling with the metallic sheen of that which we all crave: gold. Let the games begin. [ 6] MERCHANT Killian : Dear Dumbass: Blow Me You Ink-Filled Moron, I Will Strangle You Myself Mon Jan 27 14:21:22 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal You think you've got this world beaten, that we are all cowering in fear of your might. In reality, we're all ducking to avoid the spittle that sprays wildly from your gawking beak as you devoutly wave your grotesque tentacles before those hideous things you call eyes. For to your own sight, the world is but a menagerie of spineless cretins like you, and you are the simpering idiot at the very center of it all, leading that foul, flailing circus. Meanwhile, you are so blinded by the "majesty" of your own squelching body and brain-dead bleating, you haven't got any of your obviously limited mind or heavily castrated physical capacity left-over to devote to any tangible responsibilities. In fact, it's no wonder that the overseer of your meager Imperium has deemed you barely worthy of his rancid undead flatulence. Even a sad sop like that, contenting himself with dietary incontinence and dull evenings of berating his minions, can see that when compared against those other useless playthings he has, you are hardly worth his used bathwater. So let's put this to rest once and for all, you mangled leftover of oceanic bilge pumpings. If you do not cease your endless testing of me, I am going to channel my shadowy mistress and see to it that you are reduced to little more than a bucket full of three week old chum, and spread you for bait to the Dragon Sea. You are my pawn, you vertebraically challenges halfwit, and you will continue to play your meager role in my game until I've finished. Once you are no longer needed, then and only then will I allow you to inhale one final fetid breath, before I see to it that you are sliced into quarter- inch rings, breaded, and deep fried. When that day comes, it is my sincerest wish that you are prepared to serve your one remaining purpose: to be thrown out with the waste for the dogs to gnaw on, because I know where those foul flagellates have been and they aren't getting anywhere near my mouth. Rest easy from your ivory tower, princess Zergedelt. When I finally come to take care of you, there will be no Prince Charming to rescue whatever stays of your revolting, grayish-green, rubbery carapace from a one way ticket to the nearest charnal house. [ 7] MERCHANT Killian : Idiot, Free to Good Home Mon Feb 3 16:31:47 2020 RP points have been awarded for this content. To: Immortal Oh, woe is me. I chose the life of a Hunter and now I am going to whine and cry about having to do my job. I have no allies, I am an island, to be completely and utterly alone is my perfectly miserable destiny. None shall mourn for me when I am gone, and this big scary Herald won't even do me the courtesy of buying out his price so that I can keep my blades sharp and pristine and blood-free. Boo. Freaking. Hoo. At no point in your wretched existence, young one, did I ever give even the slightest indication that the path you've chosen would be "easy." I did offer to pay you very well for your employment, and pay you I will, if you ever get off your overgrown, overfed, overinflated arse and make me some damn money. I've been managing this Family since before you had finally to climb off your mother's swollen teat and stop suckling those saggy breasts for whatever rancid drops of milk you could nurse. And no I will not permit the voice of some unproven novitiate to our ways as a means of influence upon my diligent efforts to bring some prosperity to this Family when you've contributed nothing of real value. So to that end, you will abide my orders and mind your tongue, or I may just show you what it's like to be hunted. I have no patience for these prattling moans and grumbling claims. If you are going to sign up to do a job, then I expect you to do it - not to make excuses and even to cry and bemoan the very circumstances which you entered into. After all, it is only thanks to the charity and generosity of my own heart that space has been made for you in our Hideout. It is the gift of my own hand for you to be here in our four walls. So rather than gripe, how about doing the damn job I hired you for before I feed you AND your milkless mother to the sharks. Maybe once you actually prove yourself I'll take a little credence with what you have to say. But until that time, keep your mouth shut. I will only indulge your nonsense for so long, and unlike your idiot father, I will not need to make the excuse of going out for milk and pipe tobacco when I abandon you to the wolves. I'll simply put a sign on you saying: "IDIOT, FREE TO GOOD HOME" and leave your newly armless, legless, earless, and most happily of all tongueless body laying in the streets of Miruvhor for a nice sadist, or perhaps a necromancer in need of experimenting. (Note: I did not say witless, but not out of oversight or omission. No, I did not say witless because it is nothing if not readily apparent for all that you have always been witless, thus it would not be any sort of new development.) So... not a single person commented on the fact that I misspelled MY OWN CHARACTER'S NAME in this note. This was my first effort at a little acrostic style jab, which I greatly enjoyed that nobody caught onto. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + \\\ /// //=====\\ =========== ||======= + + \\\ /// // \\ ||| || + + \\\ /// || || ||| || + + \\\ /// || || ||| ||======= + + \\X// || || ||| || + + \X/ \\ // ||| || + + V \\=====// ||| ||======= + + + + |=== /===\ |===\ + + |== | | |===/ + + | \===/ | \ + + + + || // || || || /A\ ||\\ || + + || // || || || // \\ || \\ || + + ||== || || || || || || \\ || + + || \\ || || || ||===|| || \\ || + + || \\ || ||==== ||==== || || || \\|| + + + + + + You're tired of taxation without representation. + + Overworked and overburdened, can't catch a break. + + Unemployed, uncared for, unloved. + + + + Any of the above apply to you? I get it, life is + + really tough. You fight so hard to barely break + + even. I know how it goes. I've been there. + + + + Asking for help shouldn't be so difficult, though + + let's face it. After all your hard work, it's the + + least a friend can do, right? Well... + + + + I'm here today to tell you one amazing truth: it + + doesn't have to be that way! And if elected Mayor + + I promise that you'll have someone in your corner + + often and always. Life may be rough alone, but + + together, we can do anything. So let's aim high! + + Sound good? Then vote Killian Mayor of Maelbrim. + + + + Let's Make Maelbrim Great Again! + + + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And finally... my favorite thing that I ever wrote on the character. This note and the corresponding journal above ("Dear Dumbass") were just... a lot of fun to write. And I loved getting Anume and Ulm's echoes when they read my stuff and it made them giggle. This was my second acrostic effort. It bordered on inappropriate, but I was willing to take the risk lol. Both the title of the note and the text contain hidden little easter eggs that no one caught onto. You get 'Despite Electoral Argument, Respectful Discourse Ultimately Merits Better Aggregate Success, Surely', a note written by Killian from a sturdy backpack. <929hp 1046m 525mv> <200hours 48060exp> translate despite You try to translate the note.. The note is written in common: ------------------------============++============------------------------ Zergedelt, my Dear Friend and Representative of the Empire. By all accounts, you and your faithful servants of the Imperial Guard are long overdue for a break from the daily rigamarole of taxes, legislative operations, and day-to-day administration for our fair city. To that end, with your many years of service in mind, I am glad to do my share. My aim here, of course you must understand, is not to usurp the esteemed Empire of its authority, but only to give aid where I can. Yes, I believe there is much left to be done within the city of Miruvhor, of course, and I do think we should conference on the matter with all due urgency. While relief has been palpable, there is a great deal yet to do. In fact, I was just meaning to write to you on this very topic. For now, no contract has been negotiated, sealed, or enacted for extra services by Killian (myself) or the halls of MERCHANT. For the additional phases of the restoration effort, I did propose to the Imperium that I would serve as the sub-contractor for additional services like the reconstruction and redevelopment of the flood-torn city. Per your letter at an earlier date and my contract with Aelythuen on behalf of the Empire, I am currently relegated only to on-site relief, which is being delivered as we speak by the Professionals we've hired. Make no mistake, I am more than happy to continue delivering additional, optional services for the betterment of Miruvhor. In fact, I believe that Reconstruction services could begin any time now, given the numerous good outcomes that we've seen with the relief being delivered. To that end, I now propose to you by way of this scroll that we proceed with those items. If you would like to discuss the terms of such an arrangement further, I would like to propose a conference between Aelythuen and myself. As an intermediary, she has done an outstanding job in ensuring the necessary licenses and resources were obtained to conduct the on-site relief and lacks nothing when it comes to motivation and a goal-oriented attitude. Surely we can continue to work together amicably on this admirable effort that has brought our People together to help each other in an admittedly regrettable time of need. After all, it is not every day that one sees an absolute outpouring of support from the West for the Jewel of the East, notwithstanding its proximity. In fact, I believe in the public eye, the gods themselves have seen fit to bless our work, granting the strength, local support, and financial fortitude for Miruvhor to persevere in its economic destiny during this difficult time. Yesterday is in the past, my friend, and I hope that you will continue to operate with our shared futures in mind. After all, though surely my very understanding of the Empire is limited, we can doubtless succeed here. Mastery of our destiny aside, let us move forward without any fear or yearning for the days of yore. Let us move forward, Maelbrim and our dear sweet Jewel of the East, in charting a course for a prosperous and if ever I were so bold, beautiful future for both the current populace now living in both our fair cities. But also let us consider the amazing future we can provide for generations to come. **STAMPED WITH THE SEAL OF MAELBRIM** *** *** **** **** ** *** ** ** * ** ** ** Killian Stonebrew Mayor of Maelbrim MERCHANT and CEO of Killian's WoW ------------------------============++============------------------------ Last but not least... my favorite RP award of all time. 31 : 1 : rp : an Immortal : 01/17/2020 16:51:09 : Gone off and died like an idiot - lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EllaThePuppy Posted February 26, 2020 Author Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Oh! One more thing. I want to make a public, written apology to @Iznazti for what went down between our characters (your follow-up to Pueri). I thought what I was doing was within a reasonable scope of my RP. I woke up the next morning feeling pretty crappy about it (I never want to do something that causes someone to delete) and it made it hard to get back into the character. I'll be honest - I've always hated Syndicate as a cabal. It's always been my least favorite (sorry @Anume, please don't smite me). I loved being in Merchant but I just could not get a grip on RPing as the leader of the hunter side of things. Just not my style. At any rate. I wanted to apologize - it's actually probably the only thing I ever did as Killian that I regret. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ulmusdorn Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 2 hours ago, EllaThePuppy said: Ulmusdorn - never got to interact IC, but goddamn were you helpful when I was first starting out and had NO idea how to bard You are more than welcome. It was a pleasure watching you do what you did If anyone wants to know how to achieve maximum points for journals, please see above. Your journals were exception. A real insight behind the facade you presented to the entire world. The plans, the hate, the love, the game. I expect equal greatness from your next. Whatever that may be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trick Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Great character! I never would have guess you were this dude, I don't know why I wouldn't have, I just wouldn't have. Great RP all the way through. I knew I could count on one thing when I logged into FL. I would see a note from Mayor Killian about something. Always gave me a fun little read to start my day of murderous exploits. Thanks for a fun and enjoyable character! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rensvert Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 5 hours ago, Ulmusdorn said: If anyone wants to know how to achieve maximum points for journals, please see above. Your journals were exception. A real insight behind the facade you presented to the entire world. The plans, the hate, the love, the game. Is this basically saying that if you want to get RP points from journals you need to just be a great writer? Because if this is the Bar for how to achieve maximum points then I am not even sure why anyone bothers. P.S. I heard about this guy but never really interacted with him. Good job though Ella Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mmm Coffee Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Damn dude you did all of that in like 7 weeks? Do you has a job? Heh heh j/k, solid char from some limited interactions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mali Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Nicely done. I could of sworn Killian was Twinblades, but I'm glad to hear you're not a glue-sniffing, milk-serving, underwear-folding, coin-counting, fig-mashing, traitor lackey house gremlin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lloth Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 How many bodies did your cleanup crew have to dispose of? I lost count. Sad that we couldn't RP a few more times. One and done is not much fun. A little poem for the bard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EllaThePuppy Posted February 26, 2020 Author Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 1 hour ago, Lloth said: How many bodies did your cleanup crew have to dispose of? I lost count. Sad that we couldn't RP a few more times. One and done is not much fun. A little poem for the bard. Hah, it had to have been at least 12-15 broiled, roasted, and well exploded corpses! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Izzzzy Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 13 hours ago, EllaThePuppy said: #1 shout-out goes to Puerilaug. You were my partner in crime from the very beginning. My first customer, my first supporter. Very fun relationship that, surprisingly, never really soured (probably because we never really had a chance to turn on each other like we were both aiming to 😛 By far one of my favorite Characters of all time to RP with. We were legit the Dynamic DUO. We worked so good together that EVEN @Anume Tried to split us up. As for that other incident water under the bridge. That got pretty heated though. I was Role Playing something completely different. I was not expecting things to go down as they did. Killed while writing a note sleeping. A couple of days later I laughed about it. Great RP. Good job. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatMike Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Didn't get the chance to interact much but I sure am glad I took the chance and spoke to you yesterday! Good luck in the future with whatever you roll up, from the comments it sounds like it will be impactful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ulmusdorn Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 7 hours ago, Rensvert said: Is this basically saying that if you want to get RP points from journals you need to just be a great writer? Because if this is the Bar for how to achieve maximum points then I am not even sure why anyone bothers. P.S. I heard about this guy but never really interacted with him. Good job though Ella I'm sorry? Do you think that all RP should be awarded the same? A character will change the world, RP it and they should be awarded 5 in the same way two other characters briefly chatting on a gear trip? I also never said that other journals arent awarded. I said that if you want to achieve MAXIMUM points then you have to write better content? Get a grip on yourself. I pointed out that some of you wanted to know how people were achieving such high scores for RP points - now you know. Did you have the same reaction at school when another student got a better grade? "We both filled in the same test! Why can't I have an A too?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Venom Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 I love when Ulmusdorn speaks. So accurate and mature. I love interract with him, too bad I don't do many Watchers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rensvert Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 1 hour ago, Ulmusdorn said: I'm sorry? Do you think that all RP should be awarded the same? A character will change the world, RP it and they should be awarded 5 in the same way two other characters briefly chatting on a gear trip? I also never said that other journals arent awarded. I said that if you want to achieve MAXIMUM points then you have to write better content? Get a grip on yourself. I pointed out that some of you wanted to know how people were achieving such high scores for RP points - now you know. Did you have the same reaction at school when another student got a better grade? "We both filled in the same test! Why can't I have an A too?" I'm really not sure where you are coming from with this? Like seriously did I piss you off or something? You are taking one of the best writers in this game and saying that is the bar to hit if you want max RP points. At no point did I say all RP should be awarded the same, nor did I imply it, if you took it that way sorry but it was not my intent. I will however say that yeah it's silly to set the bar at this, it's ya know why in school you dont need to get 110% to pass a test. I just think it's silly to expect everyone to write at this level to award maximum RP points. But then again I think it's silly to award more RP points for a journal than a note or a log but that's the game. I'm way more interested in open RP with people not content that unless an immortal wants to leak it to the playerbase will never be seen by anyone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ulmusdorn Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 9 minutes ago, Rensvert said: I'm really not sure where you are coming from with this? Like seriously did I piss you off or something? You are taking one of the best writers in this game and saying that is the bar to hit if you want max RP points. At no point did I say all RP should be awarded the same, nor did I imply it, if you took it that way sorry but it was not my intent. I will however say that yeah it's silly to set the bar at this, it's ya know why in school you dont need to get 110% to pass a test. I just think it's silly to expect everyone to write at this level to award maximum RP points. But then again I think it's silly to award more RP points for a journal than a note or a log but that's the game. I'm way more interested in open RP with people not content that unless an immortal wants to leak it to the playerbase will never be seen by anyone. There is no maximum RP points. We can award and infinite number should we deem it worthy of such. Journals are used to 'farm' RP points. This is easy to tell as a lot of them are: I bought a duck from Griff and killed some Nymphs. What is unique and very good about Killian's Journals is they explain the hidden motivations to his character. I've watched many of his interactions and you would not know he hated Zergedelt or what his machinations were. His journals give us, as immortals, an inside look into his character development, it makes his decisions make sense, it make his diplomacy, his lies, his manipulations and his 'friendships' have greater meaning. Do you even know what the 'bar' is? Do you know what he was awarded for this journal? Do you know what the maximum for any journal we've ever given out is? What exactly is the 'bar'. What exactly is an acceptable number for an RP point award? This post should be a testament to the exceptional effort Ella put into this character and the exceptional writing he put effort into and shared with us. What I will finish on is this: Characters who have (and there are many right now) 100's of RP points have never complained when awarded 2rp for something or 10rp for something. The ones who seem to accumulate these staggering numbers seem to just RP for the love of it, not for some end goal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trick Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 We can't have one thread.. not one.. without it being turned into some sort of issue.. Sigh.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ulmusdorn Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 1 minute ago, Trick said: We can't have one thread.. not one.. without being turned into some sort of issue.. Sigh.. Apparently not. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rensvert Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 It very much feels like you are just arguing to argue with me on this. But that is not the point of this thread so if you would like to continue create a new thread and I will gladly discuss it with you there, as it sits however I will just once again say Well done on the character. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dale Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Amazing character, I really wish that you would have stuck it out a little longer. I really enjoyed every interaction I had with you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tassinvegeta Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 Always looked forward to you logging on. You were well liked Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
egreir Posted February 26, 2020 Report Share Posted February 26, 2020 16 minutes ago, tassinvegeta said: Always looked forward to you logging on. You were well liked You're still poking around, eh?! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tassinvegeta Posted February 27, 2020 Report Share Posted February 27, 2020 Well I did mention it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
egreir Posted February 27, 2020 Report Share Posted February 27, 2020 I hope we cross blades! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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