PlaneShift

• Re: Jacula's Character Concepts
  Nothing implies that the character in question would be evil. 
  
• Re: Oni's Story
    Awesome!!
  
• Re: Jacula's Character Concepts
    I was thinking more along the lines of what the player is known for than along the lines of aesthetic appeal owed the actual character design.
  
• Re: Jacula's Character Concepts
  just because he has horns doesn't mean he's eeeeevil 
  
• Re: Jacula's Character Concepts
    A Xiosian who may or may not be of nefarious intent? Oh ho...now that's unique. I can't wait to bump into him 
  

PlaneShift - In-Game Roleplay Events

• Re: Seeking of the Butcher
  Victim Number Three (Poor, dear Finnis Shelnut):(22:47:41) Barsidious approaches the Xacha and stoops to one knee. His fingers move into his sack and he pulls out a vial, uncapping the thing and holding it so that the fumes waft up into Finnis' nostrils, carrying with it a very malodorous scent.(22:47:41) Finnis stirs as he awakens from his drug induced slumber, eyes squinting as he tries to focus through the haze, "What? Where am I?"(22:48:40) Barsidious situates himself calmly just out of the reach of the Xacha. "You are in the ruins," he says, voice somewhat disembodied by the mask he wears.(22:50:07) Finnis blinks at Barsidious as his vision clears. He does a double take at the mask wielding Ylian and chuckles nervously as he feels the chains around his arms, "hehe, what is this, some kind of joke?"(22:51:52) Barsidious leans forward slightly, steep-ling his fingers, his eyes flickering through the slits before them. He smiles, but the expression is lost behind this craggy visage. "No," he says. "I was hoping before we carry through with our little lesson here, we might further discuss what we spoke of at the tavern. About good and evil. About the contents of one's heart. I'll ask again. Do you think yourself good, Finnis Shelnut?"(22:56:25) Finnis's nervousness increases and he wiggles trying to loosen himself from the chains. It takes him a moment to recollect the events prior to his drugging and he gasps at the masked figure, "You!" his nervousness seems to ebb a little, "I see now. This is some sort of philosophical moral aptitude test of yours? Well sir, yes, I DO believe myself a good person. This whole charade is entirely unnecessary, what happened to the pleasant picnic we were having?"(22:59:08) Barsidious gives his head a curious sort of cant, a quizzical expression that is belied further by his gesturing towards the heavily restrained Xacha. "And you never truly defined good. Have you ever lied, Finnis? Have you eve...
  
• Re: [RP] Black and Blue
  a three part effort between Karlyle Player X, Rigwyn, and myself. please to enjoy.Icerra[[["||"||"]]]*.*[[["||"||"]]]A small hand slick with crystallized honey and matted with a thin layer of grime gripped a home made piece of candy. The child's face was equally smudged and in need of a wash, though that was not about to happen any time soon. Enjoying the shade of the crawlspace beneath the townhouse, he sat and sucked as the glistening juices ran down his hand and wrist.The gentle brush of furry feet was barely noticeable, likewise the kore's breath was restrained and silent, though a reflective flash from her falchion caught his eye - prompting him to peer though a crack.  His gaze traveled from her blade to her head as he shifted to his knees and leaned against the wooden thatch with a boyish sense of curiosity and wonder. Liking what he saw, he smiled.Her demeanor changed, but he was too transfixed with her appearance as he wondered what her voice might sound like. He tried to fix his hair - making a comb with his fingers, but stopped as he saw a taller figure approach. Placing his candy atop a large green leaf, he laced his fingers within the wooden thatched partition as the azure sun shown in making angular rays of dust that painted a checkered pattern upon himself and the dirt upon which he knelt. He looked back as his candy, then picked it up once again and slowly peeled the leaf off it  - unaware of the quiet exchange of words and commotion that had taken place. Hearing a rustle, he turned back to peer though the grate.Smack!Terror seized the lad as he recoiled - his eyes widened, his jaw lowered behind lips that opened just enough to breathe. He saw the fenki fall from beneath the cloaked figure's elbow; her body slumped to the ground with a gentle thud. A small knife flung from her paw and skittered across the small courtyard into an adjoining fence. A single tear slid from his eye as his lips quiv...
  
• Re: [RP] Black and Blue
  "Vikka Suunie"Vikka Sunnie, bare knuckle fighter and head-hunter for the mob has been out of town for a while keeping his head down after a spot of bother he had over beating a Laanx priest near to death some time back. Now he is back in town and looking for some coin.Not his usual gig, handing out flowers, but if that's what the powers that be want, he's not the kind of dwarf to argue. Besides, they are not the kind of people you want to disappoint, nor say no to.Vikka's eyes narrow as he watches Sacho wander through the Arena. Then lifting the cloth scarf from around his neck up over his nose he picks up his war hammer and begins to follow. As he gets closer he runs up behind Sacho and thrusts the butt of his hammer at the back of the Menki's head, hard, attempting to knock him out.Sacho quickly moves out of the way and turns to face his attacker. "What are you doing?"Vikka drops his hammer and rushed up close to Sacho his fists up as he drives his knee towards Sacho's groin, "Paws up Menki" he mutters.Sacho casts a flash of light in an attempt to distract the dwarf as he moves to attempt to dodge again. He extends his claws. "This is your last warning."Vikka's breathing quickens and his eyes widen menacingly as he ducks down to avoid the spell and jabs at Sacho's throat, "'nuff chat, lets see what cha got"Sacho's eyes narrow as he moves back and partly up the stairs to try to get some distance from the attacker. He positions his hands and claws as an experienced hand to hand fighter would. "So do you work alone or are you with a group?"Vikka keeps the distance between himself and Sacho as short as possible following the Menki as he dodges, running forward and easily catching Sacho as he makes for the stairs. He swings again at the Menki's head, "no ru...
  
• Re: [RP] Black and Blue
  [ Nice! That short RP was a lot of fun and the splash in the face with acid, a nice, creative surprise... I do hope to meet up with Evirea again.. though next time, he may be wearing a glass jar over his head xD ]
  
• Re: [RP] Black and Blue
  [Going off of what Rigwyn posted earlier about writing up our encounters with him, I thought I'd just put up this quick write-up I did of the exchange. If it doesn't fit with the flow you're welcome to delete it, as the encounter is somewhat...different than the others, but I think it puts an interesting "human" light on the dastardly Diaboli that I found most interesting through the course of the RP'ed conversation. Enjoy.]A group of travelers were resting their feet upon the marred and dirty tables of the tavern, varnish worn away by cycles of ill use. Idle chatter consisting of the importance of life and of death came as a quiet din in the air; murmured words of casual observer and devoted philosopher each, the unique and opposing viewpoints occasionally causing the louder punctuation of impassioned support or disapproval. Icerra, the mostly lucid but typically questionable kore, raised her paw and flippantly waved it in the air to illustrate her ultimate detachment from the debate. Or, more accurately, a lack of consideration for any form of rebuttal. “...you gotta earn yer death, or else it's meaningless,” she announced, with an assured finality that depicts a devote bias to one's statement. The Diaboli listening to the statement nodded once to show he was in agreement, or at any rate that he was taking the cordial approach to actually listen to the words being spoken by the fenki. “I remember hearing sentiments like that when I was a child. The folks who surrounded me spoke of death as a gift... but only a worthy death.” He shared his own experiences, blended them in, and found them for the most part harmonious, like a tuning fork struck lightly against a piece of polished wood. From another corner of the room, a klyros looked up from her scholarly occupation of reading and squinted in a show of mild reproach for the all too questionable statement. Though currently branded as a self-functioning introvert and having no intention at all to besmirch the l...