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Much to do As the spirit of the returning hunter left Attar's presence, the divine being reflects on his relationship with his people, how it has grown and how it could continue to grow. He watches as the orc is reborn, and vows to himself to watch over this new child, to see if it will return...

Yes, I would also like to know if you're still looking. I have done some editing, and I currently teach English as well and would love some freelance work. The fact that it's in the gaming industry is just icing on the cake!

Sunedilar comes down near the end of the meal, his head freshly shaved and his skin covered in a sheen of exotic oil, things required of him by his religious upbringing. He is dressed in his city clothes, and his ceremonial weapon gleams after a vigorous cleaning. He gets his food and sits...

Sunedilar smiles slightly at the town's apparent lack of preparedness, though he refuses to take it at face value. Once the group is at the inn and the animals are safely lodged, he also retires to his room for a quick simple bath the meal. While he is content bathing in streams and such, there...

Sunedilar nods noncommitally, watching the mass of sheep (otherwise known as "townsfolk") going about their business. He is also mentally assessing things like the number of apparent guards/watchmen, any defensive structure, and the location of watchtowers along the perimeter. "I assume your...

Like a machine that's suddenly plugged back in, the scene of violence before him seems to renew Shinji's animating force. He flicks his cigarette out of the window as he slides out of the car, fingers twitching in anticipation. Not hearing any immediate gunfire, but still not trusting the door...

I would be interested in taking over, but I understand if you have to go down the waiting list.

Ignoring the entire conversation aside from the general interest in what opportunity the city holds, Sunedilar turns towards Dulanse as the group begins to move forward. "Is there anyone in particular you believe we can make us of in this city? I know that some of my people's wares have made...

"Mark Huan." Shinji wracks his brain, trying to remember if that name ever came up when he was still "on the job". But he had never really been involved in the planning side of Yakuza business, and he was unsurprised when he drew a blank. Still, Huan was certainly not a Japanese name, and he...

Sunedilar swings astride his horse as well before cocking his head back towards the increasingly heated discussion. "I would be surprised if a potenial employer would care as much about our degree of hygeine as he would about our willingness to lash out at one another over trivialities."

Shinji sits back in the car, hunched down against the wind blowing through the new opennings in the classic vehicle. He suddenly seems a lot less...motivated since tha battle ended, as though most of the animating force has left him. When he does speak, his voice is less laughing than it was...

If you start a 2056 game, I wants in. Probably with a monster hunter of cyborg of some kind.

The morning banter seems to breeze right past Sunedilar as he eats. He had, of course, heard such talk often enough, mostly from the lower elements with which the Krinjat traded. A simple waste, the building of an unworthy sort of brotherhood, one that would fall apart easily enough under any...

In a nearby open space, not large enough to qualify as a clearing, Sunedilar twirls his chain into a blinding arc, cutting a series of shallow slashes in the trunk of a tree. He has been up for over an hour, completing the martial rituals Vorlash demands of his warriors. He finally allows the...

As the car swerves in and out of traffic, Shinji blows a plume of smoke as he scans the floor for another present to give the pursuer. His lips curl up slightly as he spots just the thing: a tire iron. One of the four pronged type at that. Shinji picks the weapon and rolls the window down...

Since you seem to have a knack for both magic items and musical tie in's, how about Maxwell's silver hammer? Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down, Upon his head. Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer, Made sure that he was dead. I had an old DM who had an NPC Maxwell with said hammer, but...

That's all I ask.

Shinji barely glances as Kane's glass shard comes into his peripheral vision, carefully considering what to do next. The gunfire was not unexpected, though it's accuracy was, considering the traffic that should have (hopefully) stopped a few bullets for them. He glances sideways, his eyes...

I know the game is closed, but I've been following the IC thread (since a friend is involved), and I'd be interested in joining if something becomes available. Might even be fun to start primitive after the others have already developed. But obviously it's all your call Wiz.

Gwyn: "The scorpion must have its poison, and this one is filled with enough malice to serve that purpose. All he must learn is that while torture is an art, art without purpose is also without worth." - Sunedilar's only concern with Gwyn is that he will cause more problems than he solves...