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About Proddy

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    Otto von Manstein
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  1. One of Mosshearts various fliers ends up in the clawed hands of a particular devil. Within the coming days, a response is sent, a rolled-up note attached by string to the leg of a raven. The call was answered. To Jover Mossheart, I hope this letter finds you in good tidings, though from the contents of your notice, I predict such is not to be the case. I am sorry to hear of the affliction that grips at your wife and son. Sickness is a terrible thing, and I can only hope they might soon find a swift recovery. I write to you in offering my services to help you pursue the artifact you call the Emperor's Chalice. I'm no stranger to adventure and braving the perils of certain death. I'm a huntsman by trade, what some might refer to as a ranger. I've spent many years up in the Crothstad woodlands, hunting all manner of beasts both mundane and supernatural. Just recently a host of demons have invaded those woods, pig-like monstrosities that I have epipheted as boarbeasts. I've done battle with these abominations on many occasions now alongside my companions of the Company of the Cracked Claw, and have even done battle against the legendary Shuul and lived to tell the tale. For those reasons, I would not call myself a mere game hunter anymore. I am skilled with both shortbow and falchion, trained by an old hunter known as Rainer Eckhart whom prowled the Crothstad for generations of yore. I am a survivalist, having spent nearly a decade living on the road and amongst wilderness. Forests are my preferred biome to track and hunt, but I feel I could learn to track within any place and region. Though I cannot speak for the rest of my comrades of the Cracked Claw, I offer you my own assistance induitably. Such an object of power in the hands of malicious fiends like the Deep Dwarves or the Mori'quessir could prove doom for us all. I stand ready. You need only pen me a response to affirm me. I shall be waiting, Baalial Dralguna
  2. [!] Across the realms and cities of Aevos, various paper flyers are pinned to the notice boards. In bold and cursive letters at the top, they all read: ADVENTURERS WANTED To the denizens of Aevos, Several different contracts have recently been issued on the beasts that roam the Crothstad Woodlands. I seek adventurers and courageous souls to travel into the forest depths alongside me to tackle these bounties. Experience with tracking game, surviving in the wild, and the sport of hunting would be valued skills but are not essential. Should you choose to apply, be advised that you will likely have to spend extended periods of time away from your home city or village, as an encampment shall be set up during the undertaking of these contracts for the sake of efficiency. I shall be taking a minimum of four people or a maximum of six with me. All applicants will be considered. Fill out the application below, and send them to the Crothstad Hunting Lodge. I eagerly await correspondence, -Baalial Dralguna, Ranger of the Crothstad OOC: MC Name: Discord: IC: Name: Age: Information about yourself: (Who are you? What are you skilled in? What is your occupation? What benefits and assistance could you bring to the party? The more detailed, the better)
  3. golly gee shucks I canโ€™t wait to pvp people at the SS pillar, thank you mod team very cool

    1. Endovelicus


      Embrace your inner pvp amyasgoon proddy

  4. "The foolish lament of a doomed generation." Kazimir remarks as he mulls over the missive, quickly crumpling it aside as he continues the meticulous task of polishing his warhammer. "All flowery words, yet no action. Such a shame it is, indeed, that I have spent so many years away. With my guidance, perhaps my nieces and nephews would not have grown to become such disappointments. No matter. By GOD, all shall be right again soon enough." The old Rutherns head turns to peer out the window of his quarters. The sea had began to grow calmer, the waves bouncing in calming lull. A stark contrast to the battering waves from an hour ago. The Hammerhead was soon to reach port. And justice would be had.
  5. To the dishonorable cur, Lord Ruthern. Your low character is the subject of Akritian plays. Your father was as wretched as a Lord as he was a brother, yet even I would have never stooped so low as to murder him in cold blood. Even for all of my misdeeds, even for the sin that I carry with me, I would not stoop so long as to assume the mantle of kinslayer. Yet you have done so, and you profess to it. You have vanquished my brother from this world, severed his mortal coil with your own hands. You claim that it was a matter of self-defense? I proclaim you a liar. I do not believe for a moment that you chose to end my brothers life without dastardly ambition and a lust for power clouding your mind. You wished to assume his mantle. You wanted to become the Lord of Vidaus. But I deem you unworthy. I will not let this house fall into the hands of a snivelling, kinslaying craven whilst I still draw breath. God has delivered upon me a new mandate in this bleak hour; just as Exalted Owyn took up arms against the dishonorable Harren in times of yore, I must root out the serpent that has assumed control of our family. Therefore, I issue you this challenge - a duel to the death. Just as Aleksandr died by your hand, you shall perish by mine. I give you this choice - reclaim what pittance is left of your honour, and come forward to die a warriors death. Or remain a kinslaying, cowardly foulborn for the rest of your days. You are no nephew of mine. -Kazimir var Ruthern, Lord-Captain of the Hammerhead.
  6. Out upon a ship prowling distant seas, an Old Ruthern stirs as he crumples the missive of his kinsman within his hand. The towering brute arises from the chair of his quarters, hands grasping around a gargantuan steel warhammer set upright against the wall. A weapon he had no cause to use for some time, but dire actions required a drastic response. Even in his waning years, he bore no true love for his fallen brother. But he was still of his blood - they had shared in the womb together, and only blood could only be paid with blood. Glory or death... Kazimir mulls to himself , marching from his room to take command of his vessel. He will be avenged.
  7. i stack every single magic to become the strongest mortal (no admins to tell me about "magic slots" in real life xddd) If I had to pick one tho probably Paladin magic. Being able to use healing magics to keep your loved ones and friends going is pretty valuable.
  8. As someone who's been on both sides of the fence at varying times (spook and spook hunter), I think there's merit to both sides of the argument. When playing a monster hunter or a character that makes a career out of hunting darkspawn, you're going to naturally rely on any known RP method of revealing someone. That's part and parcel of your characters responsibility. At the same time, in comparison to the time and effort it takes for people to earn these dark feats/MAs/CAs through valid roleplay, I don't think it equates to how easy it is to be tested. You don't even need to justify any proper preparation for this revealing RP; you only need to emote that you have salt on you. It's a huge imbalance that not only makes a villainous character impossible to weave into different communities, but it also contributes massively to the "spooks only RP in their lair of evil" stereotype that's going around. I think the @DISCOLIQUIDsuggestion of some sort of physical item that one has to attain in order to expose spooks is a good start. Be it an alchemy potion or something else, this makes it a requirement for darkspawn hunters to actually have to put some work and effort into exposing their targets, which equates to the amount of effort it takes for most people to attain these magics/feats/CAs to begin with. It also helps cultivate more roleplay; monster hunters and holy inquisitors having to seek out these alchemists that have the knowledge to brew these specific potions, or whatever else.
  9. Proddy

    Assistants Wanted

    [A letter is dropped off some days later at the Latham residence. Its carrier is most strange - a small clockwork crow, fashioned in golden-titnted ferrum and leather bindings. The animatiic creature croaks out scratchy, distorted words that resemble the chant of "Omnissiah! Omnissiah"" before its artificial wings begin to flap, leaving a rolled parchment behind on the windowsill.] [The rolled parchment has been bound in a wax seal; an imprint embalmed with the symbol of a clockwork being swallowed by a cog. Were the receiver of this mysterious letter, delivered by an even more curious machine, to open it, they would find the following content within]: To Benedict Latham, I pray to the Omnissiah for your preservation, in mind, soul, and body thrice. Coming across your notice, I was most intrigued by your field of study - that of life and death. The curse of rot, that which has afflicted mortalkind for millennia. Though I was fortunate to be offered the greatest boon of the Omnissiah, not all possess the wisdom and foresight to comprehend that the path of the Machine God is the most pious and rewarding trail that one can strive for. And though the Clockwork Lord is a deity of infinite wisdom and knowledge, his influence upon this world, and by extent the evolution of the holy craft of tinkering and automation, has been stagnated in progress immensely. For that reason, I am willing to offer you my mind and assets both to your endeavour. My name is Servitos. I once wore the skin of man, shackled to mindless and arbitrary flesh. A wasteful and lackluster husk, which I ascended from long ago to assume the form of the blessed machine, under the Omnissiah's eternal guidance and insight. I am what a mortal might refer to as a 'machine spirit', though this term is in technicality false, for every machine from the automaton to the cannons of war possesses a spirit of their own, bestowed unto them righteously by the Deus Automatus. My age is of little relevance, for in my purified state of existence, there is no requirement for the social construct that is age. The machine does not wrinkle as its back shall never hunch from age, just as it shall never tire or ail from disease. The necessity to track my years on this plane ended long ago, and so I simply ceased tracking such a passage of time. In regards to friendship - I would be dishonest in my penmanship to tell you that I count my associates as friends. The concept of friendship is one deeply rooted within emotional psychology, and to become one with the blessed machine and understand the higher nature of cosmic order is to sacrifice such emotions entirely. That is not to say that I have forsaken any trace of my mortality; my soul remains intact, sealed within my Gear Heart and sanctified by the powers of the Machine God. But much of my being, the fabrics of my very understanding and perspective of reality, have accumulated with the machine now. Rationality and logic are the supreme echelons of order in this being of existence. With that said, one of the core tenants of the Omnissiah is the pursuit of knowledge. Knowledge shall lead to wisdom, and wisdom shall lead to divinity. In turn, all the associates I keep are great scholars and soothseekers. Scientists who study the alchemical arts, who I have assisted a great many times in studying the mysteries that bind our world together, such as the elemental signs that surround us. I have also taken to great craftsmen, those who partake in the holy trade of tinkering, and I have assisted them in many revolutionary projects of innovation and machine-creation, in both branches of the holy trade; that being Animatiic and Smoggers Crafting. I myself am well versed in all of these professions, having dedicated years of my enlightened existence to intricately learn each of these blessed trades, as any rightful Iron Priest of the Machine God should. You ask me what is the most impressive thing I have seen - there is only one answer I can give you. I have stood before the Omnissiah himself, I have glimpsed the Great Titan with my own cognition, in all of his limitless glory and majesty. I have walked his hallowed halls, and seen the beauty, elegance and innovation of only a small corner of his paradise. The Master of all Knowledge has provided me with secrets both horrifying and beautiful, salvation and enlightenment without limit. Perhaps you do not believe me. Those who have not seen and done the things that I have could not. But I behest; allow me to join you in your noble mission, and I shall prove to you that none of what I write is simple fabrication. Let us make whole again that which sundered so long ago, and unravel the road toward providence. May the Omnissiah guide you, Servitos. [At the bottom of the parchment, the same symbol that was upon the wax seal had been imprinted]
  10. Meth ๐Ÿงช Recipe ๐Ÿ“– Ingredients โœŒ๐Ÿฅ•: -Acetone ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ’ฉ, from paint ๐Ÿ–ผ thinner ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ or nail ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝ polish ๐Ÿ’… remover ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšซ. -Anhydrous ammonia, found ๐Ÿ”Ž in various ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ›‚ household ๐Ÿก cleaners โœจ. -Sulfuric ๐Ÿ”ฅ acid ๐Ÿ‘ or hydrochloric acid ๐Ÿ‘, which is typically ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค extracted from over-the-counter drain ๐Ÿ˜ฉ cleaners ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿšฟ. -Toluene from brake โœ‹โ›”โ— fluid ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐ŸŒŠโ™ป. -Phosphorous, extracted from flares โ—, matches ๐Ÿ”ฅ, and other substances ๐Ÿป. -Ether or chloroform โœ‚๐Ÿ˜Ž. -Freon ๐Ÿšฌ from air-conditioning units ๐Ÿ. -Energy ๐Ÿ”‹ drink ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿท instead ๐Ÿš” of using ๐Ÿป over-the-counter medications ๐Ÿฅ. -Alcohol ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป. -Benzene and gasoline. -Lithium, which is removed โŒ from car ๐Ÿš— batteries ๐Ÿ”‹. 4 ๐Ÿ’ฆ Steps ๐Ÿ‘ž to make ๐Ÿ’˜ Meth ๐Ÿ’Š: 1 โ—) Ephedrine or pseudoephedrine is combined ๐Ÿ’ฆ with ammonia and lithium or iodine and phosphorus. 2 โœŒโ€ผ) Mixed ๐Ÿ˜‚ in with water ๐Ÿ’ง. 3 โญ•โ„น๐Ÿ•˜) A solvent ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ…ฑ like ๐Ÿ’– gasoline is added โž•, and the person ๐Ÿ‘ซ extracts ๐Ÿฆ‡ the methamphetamine ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’Š. 4 ๐Ÿ’ฆ) The mixture ๐Ÿ”€ is heated ๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿผ by using ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป the acid ๐Ÿ‘ or some other substance ๐Ÿฎ (e.g ๐Ÿ…พ., gasoline) to crystallize ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿž the product ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿ”ง.
  11. I have been yeah. Itโ€™s funny because I got introduced to and became a fan of the series a while after Miuraโ€™a passing, not long after Chapter 364 came out. So Iโ€™m not used to the wait between issues at all and now I know how the old fans feel. Can only imagine the agony people felt during the waits between chapters in the entire boat arc. If the series didnโ€™t continue in any way, shape or form after 364 and that was the final chapter, then I think I wouldโ€™ve been content with it. But Kouji Mori is the best man they could have found to continue Berserk when you consider how close him and Miura were and how much of the stories details he shared with him. I think the new chapters so far have been great, Iโ€™m even liking the art style. Some panels really remind me of Conviction and I think thatโ€™s the highest praise I can give it. I donโ€™t know if itโ€™ll get the ending Miura intended (unless he shared the ending in detail with Mori, though everything I can see indicates that he didnโ€™t) but I still do think that Mori will be able to wrap everything up in a way thatโ€™s satisfying and weโ€™ll get something close to what Miura envisioned for the finale. Edit: Mori not Miyazaki, I got mixed up
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