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Post by piñata on Sept 18, 2009 10:10:53 GMT -5
Pinata returned to the site of Wolfe's death so soon after Jodice had that their paths nearly crossed. He waved his hand over the gravesite, muttered a few words, and watched as flowers sprouted profusely from the ground. Wolfe probably wouldn't have cared for it much, but Pinata's magical gifts being so strongly geared toward nature it was the best tribute he could manage. He also took out a dagger and inscribed a name and epitaph on the unsigned marker. Now everyone would know whose final resting place this was, and would hopefully believe the epitaph rather than the rumors that had followed Wolfe in life and regard him as the hero the marker proclaimed him to be.
With that done, Pinata wandered the forest for a time, communing with nature. He learned many things about the plane he was on from his conversations with the native animals and plants, and reemerged from the woods with a much greater understanding of the geographic, political and religious makeup of the world. Gitrem was the place where things would happen next, is what they all said. So he went there.
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Post by piñata on Sept 17, 2009 18:19:50 GMT -5
Well tell me what kind or rps you like. I do mainly role plays with original characters. I mostly kick around Original Themes as well, so I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other.
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Post by piñata on Sept 17, 2009 12:00:51 GMT -5
I'm back to full activity level now, and can jump in if it hasn't progressed too far.
Also: Woohoo! I was hoping I'd get to RP with Juliet at some point.
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Post by piñata on Sept 4, 2009 18:13:53 GMT -5
I'm interested, but currently I don't even have time to post in Vengeance. If it's not too far advanced around the 16th, I'll jump into it.
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Post by piñata on Sept 4, 2009 18:11:38 GMT -5
Yeah, once my activity level resets to normal (I have houseguests for the next week or so, so I'll be on less) you'll see more posts from me. In the meantime, welcome... and please don't shoot me!
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Post by piñata on Aug 27, 2009 11:51:24 GMT -5
Name: Pinata (to his close friends, Candybag)
Age: Unknown (looks about 17 or 18, but is actually at least a hundred years older)
Race: Human/Wizard
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 189 lbs.
Weapons: Ornate, expensive-looking silver longsword with the word "Madeline" engraved in gold on both sides of the blade; also carries several silver daggers of varying shapes and sizes, which he usually uses as ranged weapons (throwing knives). When caught unarmed, he is quite capable of killing with his bare hands (or teeth); when all else fails, he also has his magic to fall back on. The overall appearance of his arsenal suggests someone who has come looking to fight werewolves, and he does indeed have a slight prejudice against them.
Note: Pinata's blade is goblin silver, which imbibes that which strengthens it... in other words, if he fights a poisonous creature the tip of the blade will become poisoned as a result, etc. The sword does have some special abilities picked up from other sites, including poison and fire.
Style of fighting: Mixed martial arts with some old-school, British-style fencing thrown in. Generally uses magic to heal comrades more than to subdue opponents, but his favorite offensive magical moves usually involve things -- or people -- exploding.
Alignment: Chaotic good
Appearance: Athletic, but not particularly muscular. Regarded by the women of the towns he visits as rather handsome. Has strong, masculine facial features, medium-length black hair and beard, and ferociously intense brown eyes that carry something of a haunted look within them. Wears a modified version of wizard's robes, cut instead to resemble a loose-fitting jumpsuit... obviously intended to give him maximum comfort and mobility, this outfit is colored a deep, dark purple and has silver Elvish runes embroidered on it at the collar/breast (reading on one side "Fear me, for I am the bringer of death" and on the other "Trust me, for I am also your savior") and above the wrist around each cuffline (these smaller, one-word runes read "Unforgiven" and "Kinslayer"). He also wears a band of braided scalps running from right shoulder to left hip... when queried about their owners, he only states that they called themselves "Death Eaters" and that they "got what was coming to them".
Personality: Believes, even moreso than The Mammoth, that the ends justify the means. If he believes you are fighting for his enemy, he will behead your entire family in front of you, seize your valuables as spoils of war, and burn your house to the ground with you still in it. However, if you become his friend, he will gladly lay down his life for you, and in general he tries to be good-natured and personable with those he has no good reason to pick a fight with. As mentioned before, he tends to have difficulty trusting werewolves.
Abilities: Pretty standard magical stuff (fireballs, healing, etc.), with two exceptions... first, he can turn himself into a donkey (but, for some reason, only a donkey), and second, he can open portals to parallel universes (he refers to the act of stepping through these portals as "Planeswalking"). It was through one of these portals that he came to this world, and nobody knows in which world he originated. He also stopped aging when he turned 18, though he does not quite know why and the lack of aging does not affect him in any other way (in other words, it won't affect gameplay).
Background: Obviously not of this world, he will sometimes seem surprised or confused by things that those who did not come from another dimension take for granted. However, he does speak several languages that are native to the world he currently occupies, including at least two dialects of Elvish, Celtic and Gaelic (for conversing with faeries, leprechauns and other "wee folk") and Gobbledygook (the language of goblins). He guards his secrets, including his real name -- no, it's not Pinata -- and the identity of the woman whose name is engraved on his sword (he also cries out for her in his sleep sometimes), very closely, and does not like to talk about his past. The subject of which member of his family he killed in order to be marked with the Elvish rune representing "Kinslayer" is especially off limits, though he may come to trust a longtime member of his party enough to divulge that information without being asked.
During the war between Korgasa and Starj, and the subsequent campaign against the demon Ralf'url, Pinata learned to work with and trust others again after a decade or more of being a loner, and also got over some of his prejudice toward werewolves due to the invaluable help -- and later, heroic sacrifice -- of the party's werewolf member. Reluctant to leave behind his new friendship with Mammoth and Jodice, he has remained on this plane even though it is no longer in danger.
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Post by piñata on Aug 27, 2009 11:35:11 GMT -5
You can count on Pinata coming back. And hopefully posting on a more regular basis, too.
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Post by piñata on Aug 21, 2009 11:47:29 GMT -5
Maybe it's Kait's puppet account, and she's just screwing with us.
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Post by piñata on Aug 20, 2009 11:29:28 GMT -5
^It's times like these I wish I was a mod.
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Post by piñata on Aug 5, 2009 11:28:16 GMT -5
(Sounds good. I think you ended it really well there. Any idea what we're doing in the next thread?)
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Post by piñata on Jul 23, 2009 17:29:10 GMT -5
"Caution is certainly warranted sometimes, where women are concerned," Pinata said. "But defeat is easier to live with than regret... wait until the thrill of victory is gone, but don't wait until she's gone." He watched as Mammoth turned to leave, and replied to the rest of his speech. "Good fighting with you, too," he said. "I couldn't think of a better person to safeguard the legacy of the barbarians." He left unspoken that if Mammoth needed anything he could count on him... he was pretty sure they both knew that about each other by now, and he figured Mammoth could probably take care of himself well enough for the most part anyway, once he healed back up to full strength.
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Post by piñata on Jul 22, 2009 10:25:32 GMT -5
"Actually, this is a change," Pinata replied. "I was married when I was much younger, and was completely faithful to her. But I decided after she died that that wasn't the life I should be leading. For one thing, she was a bit too obvious a target for my enemies. If I appear not to care about my sexual partners, nobody will bother coming after them." He shrugged. "Besides," he added, "the Mother Goddess teaches that monogamy is an abomination against nature. I'm powerful, but not so powerful that I can afford to go around pissing off deities."
He regarded Mammoth for a few moments, then asked him, "What about you? Have you made any headway with Jodice yet?" Pinata wasn't sure what their other party member was calling herself after her transformation, so he just fell back on the name she had used most of the time he knew her. Odd that just a couple of weeks ago I wanted to kill her, he thought to himself, remembering how he had reacted when he first found out that she was the Red River Bandit.
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Post by piñata on Jul 10, 2009 11:02:20 GMT -5
Pinata's injuries had mostly healed. His leg had gone untreated long enough that it had developed an infection, but the clerics were working on getting rid of that and he was ambulatory when they let him get up. He had stopped in and visited Jodice and Mammoth earlier, but neither of them had been awake.
He wondered what might become of them. It was pretty obvious what they felt for each other, but neither one seemed willing to admit it. He hoped they would find happiness now that Ralf'url had been defeated. For his part, he would have to leave this plane for a few weeks and sort out some things relating to Wolfe's death... there were people who needed to be informed, and precautions that needed to be taken to prevent the things he had been working on from falling by the wayside. But after that, he hoped to return.
While he flirted with a couple of the female clerics, he heard Mammoth's deep voice from beyond the wall to his right. He was encouraged by the fact that the most grievously injured member of the party was awake again so soon... it likely meant that he would survive. He would have to go over and say hello in a few minutes... but first, he would let Mammoth talk to the cleric that was in there with him, and eat and drink if he wanted to.
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Post by piñata on Jul 6, 2009 11:39:53 GMT -5
Yeah, that's really good. Dial-a-Perv I've had PM conversations with Kait where I refrained from hitting on her. She knows she can talk to me. Besides, my feelings for her run a bit deeper than you seem to think... when she's depressed, I'm depressed.
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Post by piñata on Jul 2, 2009 17:57:45 GMT -5
Pinata knelt down next to Jodice and Mammoth and whistled at the extent of Mammoth's injuries. He didn't think he had ever seen anyone survive that much damage, and he could tell that Mammoth might not hold on for much longer. Men were coming up behind them, shouting. Pinata drew his sword and turned to face them, ready to fight as long as he was able if they aimed to misbehave, but they acted like friendlies.
A couple of clerics started bustling around him, trying to attend to his injuries. Pinata waved them off, saying, "See to him first. I'll live." One of the clerics started to protest, and Pinata placed the edge of his blade against the man's throat. "If he dies, so do you," he growled. The man hurried over to Mammoth, joining the other healers that had gathered around him.
"What happened here?" one of the warriors asked, looking around at the rubble that had fallen around Pinata, Jodice and Mammoth with an awed expression. Pinata explained things to the man as best he could, attracting a larger audience as seconds stretched into minutes. Jodice would be able to fill in any details he was unclear on, but the men seemed suitably impressed with his story. Every once in a while, Pinata would catch a glimpse of a dryad among the men. It seemed that of the small army he had summoned, a handful had survived. However, most of them looked badly wounded. He took his leave of the men and pushed his way through the crowd to where the clerics were about to start trying to heal them.
"Stop that, you're going to kill them," he said. "You have to use green magic to heal a dryad... they don't respond to anything else." He did as much as he could to heal those that had life-threatening injuries, then assured the ones with lesser injuries that he would come back once his mana supply was replenished. With nothing else to do, he went over to where the healers were still working on Mammoth and watched them, hoping they had gotten to the barbarian in time to save his life.
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