Fallen Ascendants (ISRP Revamp)

[Tikobe]

(Found most of the names to be pretty damn weird in the original. Since there weren't really any characters to get attached to I just changed most of them for the revamp. Actually I changed so many damn things it's not even funny...)

(Was lazy as hell and didn't wanna proofread this. See a mistake you don't like? Suck it.)

(So, that "no proof" thing bit me in the ass down over in the character sheet. Oops.)

You open your eyes very slowly, grumbling in pain. Looking around you see that you're currently tied up in a cabin, with only a man who's looking at the walls anxiously. That's not really surprising, since you can hear the sounds of fighting on the outside.

Hold on, why were you here again? That's right, you ventured a little too close to this town of Danth and caught the attention of some peculiar woman who glowed blue as if she was made of light. She sure did a number on you. You can't blame her, since there has been a war waging on for the past three decades over the greatest power in the land: The Ascendants.

The Ascendants were made in the last century, immortal fighters with the power of the gods they represented created by those same gods who could not exist in the mortal plane. At the time, a terrible enemy known as the Rukal had covered the lands, slaying many innocents. Through the power of the Ascendants and gifts granted to them by the gods humanity had defeated the Rukal, who had disappeared into the ocean and were never seen since then. However, after the Rukal had left, the gods fell silent and the Ascendants discovered their immortality, not sure what to do now that there was no great threat to defend the world from. As such groups began to emerge that argued that the Ascendants should ready themselves for when something like that occurred, each group with it's own idea of how this was done. But among them, two stood out the most.

The first were the Vikars. This group argued that the Ascendants should lord over the humans. From there the masses could slowly be shepherded and kept safe in a disaster. The second were the Mikalzars, who spurned the Vikar model and pulled up a model where the Ascendants were separate from the humans and that the Ascendants were a force that should only act out in times of emergency, with no more involvement than having one Ascendant in each town or village. The arguments between the two went on and on, until one day the Vikars acted first. Harkon, the Ascendant of the God of Authority, staged a coup de tat that put him as the ruler of the northern kingdom of Langdales. Following Harkon's example, the Ascendants of the north took over their own kingdoms and forged a vast empire under Harkon's rule.

The leading figure of the Mikalzars, Tynius, Ascendant of the God of Will, denounced this and the Mikalzars banded together and declared war on the Vikars. The three decades that followed have been an intense time, with those who were supposed to protect being left at each other's throats. There is only one stronghold for neutrality, the city Ilon which is protected by Kalth, the Ascendant of the God of Ideals, and the other Ascendants living in Ilon, but with the constant pressure from the two sides even that may not hold. Even if you dissent an Ascendant is pretty much left with having to join in regardless of their wishes.

Wait, how do you know this?

Naturally, because you are one of the Ascendants.

The man turns around and notices that you're up.

"Up now? Let's get started, we don't have much time left. The Vikars are in the midst of their attack."

Oh that's right! This was a Mikalzar village. That answers why you were attacked, since some of them can be distrusting of Ascendant they're unfamiliar with. Looks like he's gonna start an interrogation to determine how safe you are, something kind of pointless considering these ropes aren't even enough to keep you trapped, but for now let's play along.

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Information
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Before he begins speaking you recall the following information:

Gods: A rather mysterious force indeed. No one knows anything about them other than that they protect the world despite not living in it. Some gods make sense, such as the God of Fire and the God of Ice, but some of them have spheres that are conceptual or nonsensical, such as the God of Hate or even the God of Tea. No one is sure of the exact number or even their names.

Ascendants: There is only one Ascendant for each God, and all Ascendants were once human. Regardless of their backstories, the Ascendants all have a few things in common. The first is that while humanoid (Usually), none look like humans. The second is that they are the only beings that can use magic, but only magic that is related to their god, and for some it's really more of an intrinsic ability than actual magic, though the point still stands that such things are only skills of the Ascendants.

Rukal: As much of a mystery of the Gods were, and you've even fought them. No one's even sure if they are of this world, since they never seem to have even existed until their invasion a century ago. They were chased into the sea, but as for what happened afterwords is a real head scratcher: There's no other continent except for the one you're on, and the Ascendants of the Gods pertaining to water haven't found any sign of them.

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Character Sheet
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The man clears his throat before he begins.

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

[Bannanachair]

Marked. I have so many good ideas for Ascendants because I've had so many years to think of this. I don't need to come up with a character, I need to narrow it down to the best one!

[Tikobe]

Mar 4, 2018 9:29:14 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

Marked. I have so many good ideas for Ascendants because I've had so many years to think of this. I don't need to come up with a character, I need to narrow it down to the best one!

Well, good to know you're excited!

[Kudo]

Wait, is this set during medieval ages? I'm not familiar with the original roleplay.

[Tikobe]

Mar 4, 2018 16:58:03 GMT -4 Kudo said:

Wait, is this set during medieval ages? I'm not familiar with the original roleplay.

Oh... Oops. My apologies.

Yep, it is.

[Kudo]

Okay then, I'm gonna write a CS tomorrow.

[Kudo]

Sorry for being late.

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

-"Tearu Pierre Lancho"

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

-"The God of Steel granted me the power of manipulating my body parts into metal, I can also manipulate the shape of my arms/legs to weapons. I change back to my normal skin with willpower. "

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

-"I have a 3 meters tall humanoid-like body with paige skin, full of muslces. At the back of my shoulders, rises two huge wings full of black feather which enable me to fly. I have wavy black hair, along with dark eyes that glow white when I transform my body to metal. I recall having a tattoo of a hammer at the back of my right shoulder, another one of two crossing swords at the back of my left shoulder and a mace tattoo on the back of my neck. I wear nothing but a big trouser tailored to fit my legs.

I always have with me a bow and a bag of arrows which I use in ranged combat. I don't carry a sword because I can transform my hand into one in seconds."

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

-"My father Pierre, was a famous blacksmith in our city, just a few kilometers away from Danth. I followed his path since I was 9 years old and learned from him until his death, then I inherited his job as the blacksmith of the city. There were fewer battles than before, I didn't make many weapons, my life was very dull and I started to feel useless.. until the Rukals arrived. People started panicking and I felt that I could save them, with my weapons, we could win the battle. But the Rukals were far stronger than mere humans with swords and axes, my attempts failed and I became depressed again, I even lost my workplace - one of the Rukals destroyed it. I stayed home all day, and drank all night. I became very hopeless.

Then one day, the Ascendants came. And humanity had a new hope. The Rukals were finally defeated, and a new era of peace was just beginning. I was very fond of the Ascendants that I wanted to become one. I prayed to the Gods for months and months, I offered everything I could afford, I climbed mountains, visited shrines and caves, until one day, the God of Steel granted me my wish, and blessed me with his powers.

I decided to join the Mikalzar side, because I hated to be a lord over people, I had become so close to gods that I believed my only mission on Earth is to protect others and help them."

[Tikobe]

Mar 7, 2018 19:43:09 GMT -4 Kudo said:

Sorry for being late.

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

-"Tearu Pierre Lancho"

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

-"The God of Steel granted me the power of manipulating my body parts into metal, I can also manipulate the shape of my arms/legs to weapons. I change back to my human skin with willpower. "

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

-"I am a 1m81cm(5'11" I think?)white male. My body is well built, I have strong muscles which I gained through my traning in the mountains and valleys awaiting my gift from the gods. I have a small round face with a tiny mouth, tiny nose and small black eyes. My beard is thick, and my wavy black hair is a bit tall, barely reaching my shoulders. I recall having a tattoo of Thor's hammer at the back of my right shoulder, another one of two crossing swords at the back of my left shoulder.

I always have with me a bow and a bag of arrows which I use in ranged combat. I don't carry a sword because I can transform my hand into one in seconds."

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

-"My father Pierre, was a famous blacksmith in our city, just a few kilometers away from Danth. I followed his path since I was 9 years old and learned from him until his death, then I inherited his job as the blacksmith of the city. There were fewer battles than before, I didn't make many weapons, my life was very dull and I started to feel useless.. until the Rukals arrived. People started panicking and I felt that I could save them, with my weapons, we could win the battle. But the Rukals were far stronger than mere humans with swords and axes, my attempts failed and I became depressed again, I even lost my workplace - one of the Rukals destroyed it. I stayed home all day, and drank all night. I became very hopeless.

Then one day, the Ascendants came. And humanity had a new hope. The Rukals were finally defeated, and a new era of peace was just beginning. I was very fond of the Ascendants that I wanted to become one. I prayed to the Gods for months and months, I offered everything I could afford, I climbed mountains, visited shrines and caves, until one day, the God of Steel granted me my wish, and blessed me with his powers.

I decided to join the Mikalzar side, because I hated to be a lord over people, I had become so close to gods that I believed my only mission on Earth is to protect others and help them."

For the most part pretty good, but there is one small matter:

As described up in the "Ascendants" category, the Ascendants are only humanoid, but do not look like humans (With the only exception of those that aren't human-like at all). This is my fault as I should have clarified it, but the Ascendants look so drastically different from humans at all times that they are identifiable. Refer up top where it was mentioned the Ascendant who attacked you was like she was made from light. She still has a human form, but no human naturally glows.

As said, with the exception of the matter of appearance, it's all good as far as I can tell.

[Tikobe]

Mar 7, 2018 19:43:09 GMT -4 Kudo said:

Sorry for being late.

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

-"Tearu Pierre Lancho"

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

-"The God of Steel granted me the power of manipulating my body parts into metal, I can also manipulate the shape of my arms/legs to weapons. I change back to my human skin with willpower. "

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

-"I am a 1m81cm(5'11" I think?)white male. My body is well built, I have strong muscles which I gained through my traning in the mountains and valleys awaiting my gift from the gods. I have a small round face with a tiny mouth, tiny nose and small black eyes. My beard is thick, and my wavy black hair is a bit tall, barely reaching my shoulders. I recall having a tattoo of Thor's hammer at the back of my right shoulder, another one of two crossing swords at the back of my left shoulder.

I always have with me a bow and a bag of arrows which I use in ranged combat. I don't carry a sword because I can transform my hand into one in seconds."

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

-"My father Pierre, was a famous blacksmith in our city, just a few kilometers away from Danth. I followed his path since I was 9 years old and learned from him until his death, then I inherited his job as the blacksmith of the city. There were fewer battles than before, I didn't make many weapons, my life was very dull and I started to feel useless.. until the Rukals arrived. People started panicking and I felt that I could save them, with my weapons, we could win the battle. But the Rukals were far stronger than mere humans with swords and axes, my attempts failed and I became depressed again, I even lost my workplace - one of the Rukals destroyed it. I stayed home all day, and drank all night. I became very hopeless.

Then one day, the Ascendants came. And humanity had a new hope. The Rukals were finally defeated, and a new era of peace was just beginning. I was very fond of the Ascendants that I wanted to become one. I prayed to the Gods for months and months, I offered everything I could afford, I climbed mountains, visited shrines and caves, until one day, the God of Steel granted me my wish, and blessed me with his powers.

I decided to join the Mikalzar side, because I hated to be a lord over people, I had become so close to gods that I believed my only mission on Earth is to protect others and help them."

 And forgot to add on that Thor doesn't exist in this world, so a tattoo of his hammer wouldn't be possible. This is a different, fantasy-esque world from the one that we have.

[Kudo]

Mar 7, 2018 19:43:09 GMT -4 Kudo said:

Sorry for being late.

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

-"Tearu Pierre Lancho"

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

-"The God of Steel granted me the power of manipulating my body parts into metal, I can also manipulate the shape of my arms/legs to weapons. I change back to my normal skin with willpower. "

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

-"I have a 3 meters tall humanoid-like body with paige skin, full of muslces. At the back of my shoulders, rises two huge wings full of black feather which enable me to fly. I have wavy black hair, along with dark eyes that glow white when I transform my body to metal. I recall having a tattoo of a hammer at the back of my right shoulder, another one of two crossing swords at the back of my left shoulder and a mace tattoo on the back of my neck. I wear nothing but a big trouser tailored to fit my legs.

I always have with me a bow and a bag of arrows which I use in ranged combat. I don't carry a sword because I can transform my hand into one in seconds."

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

-"My father Pierre, was a famous blacksmith in our city, just a few kilometers away from Danth. I followed his path since I was 9 years old and learned from him until his death, then I inherited his job as the blacksmith of the city. There were fewer battles than before, I didn't make many weapons, my life was very dull and I started to feel useless.. until the Rukals arrived. People started panicking and I felt that I could save them, with my weapons, we could win the battle. But the Rukals were far stronger than mere humans with swords and axes, my attempts failed and I became depressed again, I even lost my workplace - one of the Rukals destroyed it. I stayed home all day, and drank all night. I became very hopeless.

Then one day, the Ascendants came. And humanity had a new hope. The Rukals were finally defeated, and a new era of peace was just beginning. I was very fond of the Ascendants that I wanted to become one. I prayed to the Gods for months and months, I offered everything I could afford, I climbed mountains, visited shrines and caves, until one day, the God of Steel granted me my wish, and blessed me with his powers.

I decided to join the Mikalzar side, because I hated to be a lord over people, I had become so close to gods that I believed my only mission on Earth is to protect others and help them."

Okay, edited the appearance part, and changed "Thor's hammer" to "hammer".

Works, right?

[Tikobe]

Mar 7, 2018 20:35:06 GMT -4 Kudo said:

Mar 7, 2018 19:43:09 GMT -4 Kudo said:

Sorry for being late.

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

-"Tearu Pierre Lancho"

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

-"The God of Steel granted me the power of manipulating my body parts into metal, I can also manipulate the shape of my arms/legs to weapons. I change back to my normal skin with willpower. "

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

-"I have a 3 meters tall humanoid-like body with paige skin, full of muslces. At the back of my shoulders, rises two huge wings full of black feather which enable me to fly. I have wavy black hair, along with dark eyes that glow white when I transform my body to metal. I recall having a tattoo of a hammer at the back of my right shoulder, another one of two crossing swords at the back of my left shoulder and a mace tattoo on the back of my neck. I wear nothing but a big trouser tailored to fit my legs.

I always have with me a bow and a bag of arrows which I use in ranged combat. I don't carry a sword because I can transform my hand into one in seconds."

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

-"My father Pierre, was a famous blacksmith in our city, just a few kilometers away from Danth. I followed his path since I was 9 years old and learned from him until his death, then I inherited his job as the blacksmith of the city. There were fewer battles than before, I didn't make many weapons, my life was very dull and I started to feel useless.. until the Rukals arrived. People started panicking and I felt that I could save them, with my weapons, we could win the battle. But the Rukals were far stronger than mere humans with swords and axes, my attempts failed and I became depressed again, I even lost my workplace - one of the Rukals destroyed it. I stayed home all day, and drank all night. I became very hopeless.

Then one day, the Ascendants came. And humanity had a new hope. The Rukals were finally defeated, and a new era of peace was just beginning. I was very fond of the Ascendants that I wanted to become one. I prayed to the Gods for months and months, I offered everything I could afford, I climbed mountains, visited shrines and caves, until one day, the God of Steel granted me my wish, and blessed me with his powers.

I decided to join the Mikalzar side, because I hated to be a lord over people, I had become so close to gods that I believed my only mission on Earth is to protect others and help them."

Okay, edited the appearance part, and changed "Thor's hammer" to "hammer".

Works, right?

Yep! I'll have your thread up sometime tonight or before tomorrow at 8 (I can only start it since I'll be at work from 8 AM to around 9:30-10 PM)

[Tikobe]

Aight, here you go Kujo.

bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2926/fallen-ascendants-kujo

[Bannanachair]

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

"I've had several names in my lifetime, even before I became an Ascendant. As a human, I was best known as King Fedovel IV of Dorthol, though that regnal name I took upon ascending the throne. I was born as Therinean Mantor, a minor noble from Dorthol before I came to the throne. There was also that time when I was a boy that I ran away for two years and, under the name Gyor Daim, apprenticed as a baker before my family found out about it. Beyond that, I've obviously used my fair share of pseudonyms when I had to do things without my noble, then kingly, name attached to them. Feel free to call me anything you'd like, though, as long as it's not a sarcastic 'your majesty'; I've somewhat stopped caring about which name is my name after all these years."

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

"Peculiarly enough, I was chosen by the patron god of baking, bakeries and bakers. It's certainly not what you'd expect a king of a distinguished lineage to become the Ascendant of, but truthfully, those years I had as a baker's apprentice were much more to my calling than any I've had as a king. As for my powers, beyond the usual heightened strength, speed and combat abilities required to fight the war that we were created for - which, it's worth noting, is not this war - I'm able to make high-quality baked goods that don't spoil out of minimal resources with extreme efficiency. Don't laugh, it's much more useful than you'd think it would be when you consider the logistics of army movements and sieges. I also gained some skill in swordsmanship and spearmanship, peculiarly enough, though I think that that might be the fault of kings like myself for always including bakers, butchers, farmers, brewers and other producers of food when raising armies. There's also some little things that happen from time to time, though I have a hard time controlling them, and they're not particularly useful."

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

I'm somewhat ragged looking, though that can only be expected when being tied up after losing a fight against an Ascendant. For someone who's been in a fight against an Ascendant I'm actually in pretty good condition: I don't think any of my bones are broken, nor am I missing any teeth, I notice as I feel around my mouth with my tongue. That said, I'm beaten and bruised and bloody pretty much everywhere, including my normally-handsome face. My clothes, ordinarily just a standard baker's garb, are also somewhat ruined from the fight, with tears and bloodstains. Peculiarly enough, the dirt that got on me during the fight has turned to flour, as a result of one of those insignificant powers that I mentioned to my captor.

My hair, fiery red like an oven, is in a mess, though it normally isn't, as a result of the fighting. I can barely see my right eye due to the bruising, though I can make out the brown of the left. I'm significantly taller than an average human by a couple feet as well, though I wasn't before I became an Ascendant - funny how being chosen to be an immortal warrior by a baker god can make you taller. Maybe there's a theological reason behind it; surely the Ascendant of boring and arcane theology that nobody else cares about has an answer for that, though I never cared to ask him, or even find out if that's a real Ascendant. Despite my unnatural height, I'm not particularly lanky, but am instead rather portly.

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

"My story? Well, I was born some hundred and fifty years ago to some Dortholian nobleman of House Mantor who I doubt you would know nor care much about and his lady wife who likewise I doubt you would know nor care about. I had some sisters, but no brothers, and was trained to become the head of my house from a young age. I was taught laws and histories, both local and global, and fighting, and oppressing the peasantry and yeomen and craftsmen and serfs. A truly terrible childhood, if I must say so myself.

"When I was twelve I got fed up with learning to be a backstabbing and self-serving noble and ran off, terrifying my parents, who had no other male heir. This is where I adopted the pseudonym Gyor Daim, and begged for a bit until a kindly baker took me under his wing after he caught me trying to steal a loaf of his bread. 'They say that beggars can't be choosers, but you chose the best baker in Dorthol to steal from', he said, 'so you clearly at least know how to choose quality bread'. His name was Torin, and he was honestly a much better father figure than my own father. He gave me food and shelter in exchange for first learning his craft, then helping make and sell his bread. Aside from my god-given gifts and century to practice them to perfection, I'd say that Torin was the best baker in the whole world while he lived and in the century after, not just the best in Dorthol, though I admit that I may be a tad bit biased by sentimentality.

"The first thing that he taught me was the basic technique for baking bread, including his secret recipe. I obviously can't divulge the secret parts of the secret recipe, though I can tell you that mixing flour, water, yeast, salt and sugar is the basic method. From there, he taught me to make sourdough, which is different from regular bread in that - Look, you told me to tell my story. This is the part that's important to me, and to the god who made me an Ascendant, I'd wager. Fine, if you insist, I'll skip over information about baking methods. It's really very interesting, but if you don't want to know the secrets, I suppose I'll have to keep them to myself.

"It was honestly by pure chance that my family found me again: A servant in my household was asked to go purchase some bread and spotted me in Torin's shop. Then my parents, uncles and cousins, and a small retinue of knights, arrived to take me back. I managed to thankfully convince them to spare Torin's life, and twice more I would sneak out to try to regain my apprenticeship, though he didn't want to die and would as such teach me for a day then send me back to my parents, who would place even greater restrictions upon me. I had to learn hunting and hawking instead, and the other pastimes that were popular amongst the nobility of the day.

"Eventually my father died and I inherited my house's fortune, and I gave Torin the full patronage of my house, and he continued to apprentice me until I was good enough to gain guild associateship. Eventually the king died, and the next king, and the next king. I chose the name Fedovel IV, when the throne came to me, after several well-respected kings, on the advice of several of my advisors. The past few kings had been rather hands-on, but I had no interest in ruling, so I delegated tasks to people who were effective at them, gave slightly more authority to the city council and then spent much of the rest of my kingship sponsoring lavish baking contests and cake-making contests and pie-making contests and the likes of that that attracted craftsmen from as far away as Langdales. I was truly a rather terrible monarch, but I had competent advisors and subordinates, so the system ended up working.

"The Rukal attacked about five years into my reign. We were significantly inland and as such had time to prepare proper defenses and food stores. I was chosen as an Ascendant shortly before the Rukal arrived at my small kingdom, but the additional food that I was able to produce probably single-handedly helped the entire city hold out for another month. The Siege of Dorthol took up much of my time during the war, and I met several other Ascendants at the time who were much better warriors and generals than I. About two-thirds of the way through the war we finally broke the siege, and I took my newfound Ascendant status as an excuse to abdicate the throne to some distant cousin, nominally so that I could better direct my efforts towards the war at hand. I spent most of my time with Ascendants of Camp Followers and Ascendants of Logistics managing the food supply of the mortal armies: The Ascendant of Butchers and The Ascendant of Hunters, the only two other food-related Ascendants I've ever met, were both on the front lines.

"When the Rukal War ended, I decided not to retake my throne, but instead to travel the world, see what I can see and observe the different baking traditions in different parts of the world. I've returned to Dorthol twice since that war ended over a hundred years ago and I actually wrote several books on how the baking traditions there have changed over my lifetime. I somehow doubt you want to hear a synopsis, so I'll spare you the pain: Even the Ascendant of Libraries found it somewhat tedious.

"As for this current war, I truly don't care beyond hoping that you don't involve me in it. I don't want to be a monarch, so naturally I should tend towards the Mikalzar side, but I honestly find them to be hypocrites, usurping several legitimate, longstanding governments in order to gain resources and tactical advantages in this petty war. I get it, you don't care at all about people any more because all the people that you care about have been dead for decades, but I want nothing to do with this conflict that has nothing to do with me."

[Bannanachair]

(Sorry that I got carried away in the bio.)

[Tikobe]

Mar 8, 2018 10:03:14 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

"Alright, this is just gonna have to be real simple. We don't know when Vikars are gonna flood in, after all. Let's start with your name..."

"I've had several names in my lifetime, even before I became an Ascendant. As a human, I was best known as King Fedovel IV of Dorthol, though that regnal name I took upon ascending the throne. I was born as Therinean Mantor, a minor noble from Dorthol before I came to the throne. There was also that time when I was a boy that I ran away for two years and, under the name Gyor Daim, apprenticed as a baker before my family found out about it. Beyond that, I've obviously used my fair share of pseudonyms when I had to do things without my noble, then kingly, name attached to them. Feel free to call me anything you'd like, though, as long as it's not a sarcastic 'your majesty'; I've somewhat stopped caring about which name is my name after all these years."

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

"Which God are you connected to? Just what kind of power did he grant?"

"Peculiarly enough, I was chosen by the patron god of baking, bakeries and bakers. It's certainly not what you'd expect a king of a distinguished lineage to become the Ascendant of, but truthfully, those years I had as a baker's apprentice were much more to my calling than any I've had as a king. As for my powers, beyond the usual heightened strength, speed and combat abilities required to fight the war that we were created for - which, it's worth noting, is not this war - I'm able to make high-quality baked goods that don't spoil out of minimal resources with extreme efficiency. Don't laugh, it's much more useful than you'd think it would be when you consider the logistics of army movements and sieges. I also gained some skill in swordsmanship and spearmanship, peculiarly enough, though I think that that might be the fault of kings like myself for always including bakers, butchers, farmers, brewers and other producers of food when raising armies. There's also some little things that happen from time to time, though I have a hard time controlling them, and they're not particularly useful."

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

As he speaks you notice the mirror behind him. What do you look like (Remember, only humanoid)? What's your gender, and what do you have with you?

I'm somewhat ragged looking, though that can only be expected when being tied up after losing a fight against an Ascendant. For someone who's been in a fight against an Ascendant I'm actually in pretty good condition: I don't think any of my bones are broken, nor am I missing any teeth, I notice as I feel around my mouth with my tongue. That said, I'm beaten and bruised and bloody pretty much everywhere, including my normally-handsome face. My clothes, ordinarily just a standard baker's garb, are also somewhat ruined from the fight, with tears and bloodstains. Peculiarly enough, the dirt that got on me during the fight has turned to flour, as a result of one of those insignificant powers that I mentioned to my captor.

My blonde hair is in a mess, though it normally isn't, as a result of the fighting. I can barely see my right eye due to the bruising, though I can make out the brown of the left. I'm significantly taller than an average human as well, though I wasn't before I became an Ascendant - funny how being chosen to be an immortal warrior by a baker god can make you taller. Maybe there's a theological reason behind it; surely the Ascendant of boring and arcane theology that nobody else cares about has an answer for that, though I never cared to ask him, or even find out if that's a real Ascendant.

Mar 2, 2018 22:56:26 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

"So, what's your story anyways? And whose side are you on (Vikar, Mikalzar or Neutral)?"

"My story? Well, I was born some hundred and fifty years ago to some Dortholian nobleman of House Mantor who I doubt you would know nor care much about and his lady wife who likewise I doubt you would know nor care about. I had some sisters, but no brothers, and was trained to become the head of my house from a young age. I was taught laws and histories, both local and global, and fighting, and oppressing the peasantry and yeomen and craftsmen and serfs. A truly terrible childhood, if I must say so myself.

"When I was twelve I got fed up with learning to be a backstabbing and self-serving noble and ran off, terrifying my parents, who had no other male heir. This is where I adopted the pseudonym Gyor Daim, and begged for a bit until a kindly baker took me under his wing after he caught me trying to steal a loaf of his bread. 'They say that beggars can't be choosers, but you chose the best baker in Dorthol to steal from', he said, 'so you clearly at least know how to choose quality bread'. His name was Torin, and he was honestly a much better father figure than my own father. He gave me food and shelter in exchange for first learning his craft, then helping make and sell his bread. Aside from my god-given gifts and century to practice them to perfection, I'd say that Torin was the best baker in the whole world while he lived and in the century after, not just the best in Dorthol, though I admit that I may be a tad bit biased by sentimentality.

"The first thing that he taught me was the basic technique for baking bread, including his secret recipe. I obviously can't divulge the secret parts of the secret recipe, though I can tell you that mixing flour, water, yeast, salt and sugar is the basic method. From there, he taught me to make sourdough, which is different from regular bread in that - Look, you told me to tell my story. This is the part that's important to me, and to the god who made me an Ascendant, I'd wager. Fine, if you insist, I'll skip over information about baking methods. It's really very interesting, but if you don't want to know the secrets, I suppose I'll have to keep them to myself.

"It was honestly by pure chance that my family found me again: A servant in my household was asked to go purchase some bread and spotted me in Torin's shop. Then my parents, uncles and cousins, and a small retinue of knights, arrived to take me back. I managed to thankfully convince them to spare Torin's life, and twice more I would sneak out to try to regain my apprenticeship, though he didn't want to die and would as such teach me for a day then send me back to my parents, who would place even greater restrictions upon me. I had to learn hunting and hawking instead, and the other pastimes that were popular amongst the nobility of the day.

"Eventually my father died and I inherited my house's fortune, and I gave Torin the full patronage of my house, and he continued to apprentice me until I was good enough to gain guild associateship. Eventually the king died, and the next king, and the next king. I chose the name Fedovel IV, when the throne came to me, after several well-respected kings, on the advice of several of my advisors. The past few kings had been rather hands-on, but I had no interest in ruling, so I delegated tasks to people who were effective at them, gave slightly more authority to the city council and then spent much of the rest of my kingship sponsoring lavish baking contests and cake-making contests and pie-making contests and the likes of that that attracted craftsmen from as far away as Langdales. I was truly a rather terrible monarch, but I had competent advisors and subordinates, so the system ended up working.

"The Rukal attacked about five years into my reign. We were significantly inland and as such had time to prepare proper defenses and food stores. I was chosen as an Ascendant shortly before the Rukal arrived at my small kingdom, but the additional food that I was able to produce probably single-handedly helped the entire city hold out for another month. The Siege of Dorthol took up much of my time during the war, and I met several other Ascendants at the time who were much better warriors and generals than I. About two-thirds of the way through the war we finally broke the siege, and I took my newfound Ascendant status as an excuse to abdicate the throne to some distant cousin, nominally so that I could better direct my efforts towards the war at hand. I spent most of my time with Ascendants of Camp Followers and Ascendants of Logistics managing the food supply of the mortal armies: The Ascendant of Butchers and The Ascendant of Hunters, the only two other food-related Ascendants I've ever met, were both on the front lines.

"When the Rukal War ended, I decided not to retake my throne, but instead to travel the world, see what I can see and observe the different baking traditions in different parts of the world. I've returned to Dorthol twice since that war ended over a hundred years ago and I actually wrote several books on how the baking traditions there have changed over my lifetime. I somehow doubt you want to hear a synopsis, so I'll spare you the pain: Even the Ascendant of Libraries found it somewhat tedious.

"As for this current war, I truly don't care beyond hoping that you don't involve me in it. I don't want to be a monarch, so naturally I should tend towards the Mikalzar side, but I honestly find them to be hypocrites, usurping several legitimate, longstanding governments in order to gain resources and tactical advantages in this petty war. I get it, you don't care at all about people any more because all the people that you care about have been dead for decades, but I want nothing to do with this conflict that has nothing to do with me."

Looks good, just the appearance. I can't say that it's breaking the "humanoid but obviously not human at first glance" rule, I just can't be sure if it's following it either. Could you try describing him again?

[Bannanachair]

Mar 9, 2018 1:00:48 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

Mar 8, 2018 10:03:14 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

"I've had several names in my lifetime, even before I became an Ascendant. As a human, I was best known as King Fedovel IV of Dorthol, though that regnal name I took upon ascending the throne. I was born as Therinean Mantor, a minor noble from Dorthol before I came to the throne. There was also that time when I was a boy that I ran away for two years and, under the name Gyor Daim, apprenticed as a baker before my family found out about it. Beyond that, I've obviously used my fair share of pseudonyms when I had to do things without my noble, then kingly, name attached to them. Feel free to call me anything you'd like, though, as long as it's not a sarcastic 'your majesty'; I've somewhat stopped caring about which name is my name after all these years."

"Peculiarly enough, I was chosen by the patron god of baking, bakeries and bakers. It's certainly not what you'd expect a king of a distinguished lineage to become the Ascendant of, but truthfully, those years I had as a baker's apprentice were much more to my calling than any I've had as a king. As for my powers, beyond the usual heightened strength, speed and combat abilities required to fight the war that we were created for - which, it's worth noting, is not this war - I'm able to make high-quality baked goods that don't spoil out of minimal resources with extreme efficiency. Don't laugh, it's much more useful than you'd think it would be when you consider the logistics of army movements and sieges. I also gained some skill in swordsmanship and spearmanship, peculiarly enough, though I think that that might be the fault of kings like myself for always including bakers, butchers, farmers, brewers and other producers of food when raising armies. There's also some little things that happen from time to time, though I have a hard time controlling them, and they're not particularly useful."

I'm somewhat ragged looking, though that can only be expected when being tied up after losing a fight against an Ascendant. For someone who's been in a fight against an Ascendant I'm actually in pretty good condition: I don't think any of my bones are broken, nor am I missing any teeth, I notice as I feel around my mouth with my tongue. That said, I'm beaten and bruised and bloody pretty much everywhere, including my normally-handsome face. My clothes, ordinarily just a standard baker's garb, are also somewhat ruined from the fight, with tears and bloodstains. Peculiarly enough, the dirt that got on me during the fight has turned to flour, as a result of one of those insignificant powers that I mentioned to my captor.

My blonde hair is in a mess, though it normally isn't, as a result of the fighting. I can barely see my right eye due to the bruising, though I can make out the brown of the left. I'm significantly taller than an average human as well, though I wasn't before I became an Ascendant - funny how being chosen to be an immortal warrior by a baker god can make you taller. Maybe there's a theological reason behind it; surely the Ascendant of boring and arcane theology that nobody else cares about has an answer for that, though I never cared to ask him, or even find out if that's a real Ascendant.

"My story? Well, I was born some hundred and fifty years ago to some Dortholian nobleman of House Mantor who I doubt you would know nor care much about and his lady wife who likewise I doubt you would know nor care about. I had some sisters, but no brothers, and was trained to become the head of my house from a young age. I was taught laws and histories, both local and global, and fighting, and oppressing the peasantry and yeomen and craftsmen and serfs. A truly terrible childhood, if I must say so myself.

"When I was twelve I got fed up with learning to be a backstabbing and self-serving noble and ran off, terrifying my parents, who had no other male heir. This is where I adopted the pseudonym Gyor Daim, and begged for a bit until a kindly baker took me under his wing after he caught me trying to steal a loaf of his bread. 'They say that beggars can't be choosers, but you chose the best baker in Dorthol to steal from', he said, 'so you clearly at least know how to choose quality bread'. His name was Torin, and he was honestly a much better father figure than my own father. He gave me food and shelter in exchange for first learning his craft, then helping make and sell his bread. Aside from my god-given gifts and century to practice them to perfection, I'd say that Torin was the best baker in the whole world while he lived and in the century after, not just the best in Dorthol, though I admit that I may be a tad bit biased by sentimentality.

"The first thing that he taught me was the basic technique for baking bread, including his secret recipe. I obviously can't divulge the secret parts of the secret recipe, though I can tell you that mixing flour, water, yeast, salt and sugar is the basic method. From there, he taught me to make sourdough, which is different from regular bread in that - Look, you told me to tell my story. This is the part that's important to me, and to the god who made me an Ascendant, I'd wager. Fine, if you insist, I'll skip over information about baking methods. It's really very interesting, but if you don't want to know the secrets, I suppose I'll have to keep them to myself.

"It was honestly by pure chance that my family found me again: A servant in my household was asked to go purchase some bread and spotted me in Torin's shop. Then my parents, uncles and cousins, and a small retinue of knights, arrived to take me back. I managed to thankfully convince them to spare Torin's life, and twice more I would sneak out to try to regain my apprenticeship, though he didn't want to die and would as such teach me for a day then send me back to my parents, who would place even greater restrictions upon me. I had to learn hunting and hawking instead, and the other pastimes that were popular amongst the nobility of the day.

"Eventually my father died and I inherited my house's fortune, and I gave Torin the full patronage of my house, and he continued to apprentice me until I was good enough to gain guild associateship. Eventually the king died, and the next king, and the next king. I chose the name Fedovel IV, when the throne came to me, after several well-respected kings, on the advice of several of my advisors. The past few kings had been rather hands-on, but I had no interest in ruling, so I delegated tasks to people who were effective at them, gave slightly more authority to the city council and then spent much of the rest of my kingship sponsoring lavish baking contests and cake-making contests and pie-making contests and the likes of that that attracted craftsmen from as far away as Langdales. I was truly a rather terrible monarch, but I had competent advisors and subordinates, so the system ended up working.

"The Rukal attacked about five years into my reign. We were significantly inland and as such had time to prepare proper defenses and food stores. I was chosen as an Ascendant shortly before the Rukal arrived at my small kingdom, but the additional food that I was able to produce probably single-handedly helped the entire city hold out for another month. The Siege of Dorthol took up much of my time during the war, and I met several other Ascendants at the time who were much better warriors and generals than I. About two-thirds of the way through the war we finally broke the siege, and I took my newfound Ascendant status as an excuse to abdicate the throne to some distant cousin, nominally so that I could better direct my efforts towards the war at hand. I spent most of my time with Ascendants of Camp Followers and Ascendants of Logistics managing the food supply of the mortal armies: The Ascendant of Butchers and The Ascendant of Hunters, the only two other food-related Ascendants I've ever met, were both on the front lines.

"When the Rukal War ended, I decided not to retake my throne, but instead to travel the world, see what I can see and observe the different baking traditions in different parts of the world. I've returned to Dorthol twice since that war ended over a hundred years ago and I actually wrote several books on how the baking traditions there have changed over my lifetime. I somehow doubt you want to hear a synopsis, so I'll spare you the pain: Even the Ascendant of Libraries found it somewhat tedious.

"As for this current war, I truly don't care beyond hoping that you don't involve me in it. I don't want to be a monarch, so naturally I should tend towards the Mikalzar side, but I honestly find them to be hypocrites, usurping several legitimate, longstanding governments in order to gain resources and tactical advantages in this petty war. I get it, you don't care at all about people any more because all the people that you care about have been dead for decades, but I want nothing to do with this conflict that has nothing to do with me."

Looks good, just the appearance. I can't say that it's breaking the "humanoid but obviously not human at first glance" rule, I just can't be sure if it's following it either. Could you try describing him again?

Sure, I'll go back and edit it a little bit. My goal was for him to look somewhere on the scale from almost human but divine to pretty much human but you get a sixth sense looking at him that makes you think that there's something more. I was on the fence about how much was too much, and about what actual physical changes being the embodiment of bakeries would cause.

[Bannanachair]

Mar 9, 2018 1:00:48 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

Mar 8, 2018 10:03:14 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

"I've had several names in my lifetime, even before I became an Ascendant. As a human, I was best known as King Fedovel IV of Dorthol, though that regnal name I took upon ascending the throne. I was born as Therinean Mantor, a minor noble from Dorthol before I came to the throne. There was also that time when I was a boy that I ran away for two years and, under the name Gyor Daim, apprenticed as a baker before my family found out about it. Beyond that, I've obviously used my fair share of pseudonyms when I had to do things without my noble, then kingly, name attached to them. Feel free to call me anything you'd like, though, as long as it's not a sarcastic 'your majesty'; I've somewhat stopped caring about which name is my name after all these years."

"Peculiarly enough, I was chosen by the patron god of baking, bakeries and bakers. It's certainly not what you'd expect a king of a distinguished lineage to become the Ascendant of, but truthfully, those years I had as a baker's apprentice were much more to my calling than any I've had as a king. As for my powers, beyond the usual heightened strength, speed and combat abilities required to fight the war that we were created for - which, it's worth noting, is not this war - I'm able to make high-quality baked goods that don't spoil out of minimal resources with extreme efficiency. Don't laugh, it's much more useful than you'd think it would be when you consider the logistics of army movements and sieges. I also gained some skill in swordsmanship and spearmanship, peculiarly enough, though I think that that might be the fault of kings like myself for always including bakers, butchers, farmers, brewers and other producers of food when raising armies. There's also some little things that happen from time to time, though I have a hard time controlling them, and they're not particularly useful."

I'm somewhat ragged looking, though that can only be expected when being tied up after losing a fight against an Ascendant. For someone who's been in a fight against an Ascendant I'm actually in pretty good condition: I don't think any of my bones are broken, nor am I missing any teeth, I notice as I feel around my mouth with my tongue. That said, I'm beaten and bruised and bloody pretty much everywhere, including my normally-handsome face. My clothes, ordinarily just a standard baker's garb, are also somewhat ruined from the fight, with tears and bloodstains. Peculiarly enough, the dirt that got on me during the fight has turned to flour, as a result of one of those insignificant powers that I mentioned to my captor.

My blonde hair is in a mess, though it normally isn't, as a result of the fighting. I can barely see my right eye due to the bruising, though I can make out the brown of the left. I'm significantly taller than an average human as well, though I wasn't before I became an Ascendant - funny how being chosen to be an immortal warrior by a baker god can make you taller. Maybe there's a theological reason behind it; surely the Ascendant of boring and arcane theology that nobody else cares about has an answer for that, though I never cared to ask him, or even find out if that's a real Ascendant.

"My story? Well, I was born some hundred and fifty years ago to some Dortholian nobleman of House Mantor who I doubt you would know nor care much about and his lady wife who likewise I doubt you would know nor care about. I had some sisters, but no brothers, and was trained to become the head of my house from a young age. I was taught laws and histories, both local and global, and fighting, and oppressing the peasantry and yeomen and craftsmen and serfs. A truly terrible childhood, if I must say so myself.

"When I was twelve I got fed up with learning to be a backstabbing and self-serving noble and ran off, terrifying my parents, who had no other male heir. This is where I adopted the pseudonym Gyor Daim, and begged for a bit until a kindly baker took me under his wing after he caught me trying to steal a loaf of his bread. 'They say that beggars can't be choosers, but you chose the best baker in Dorthol to steal from', he said, 'so you clearly at least know how to choose quality bread'. His name was Torin, and he was honestly a much better father figure than my own father. He gave me food and shelter in exchange for first learning his craft, then helping make and sell his bread. Aside from my god-given gifts and century to practice them to perfection, I'd say that Torin was the best baker in the whole world while he lived and in the century after, not just the best in Dorthol, though I admit that I may be a tad bit biased by sentimentality.

"The first thing that he taught me was the basic technique for baking bread, including his secret recipe. I obviously can't divulge the secret parts of the secret recipe, though I can tell you that mixing flour, water, yeast, salt and sugar is the basic method. From there, he taught me to make sourdough, which is different from regular bread in that - Look, you told me to tell my story. This is the part that's important to me, and to the god who made me an Ascendant, I'd wager. Fine, if you insist, I'll skip over information about baking methods. It's really very interesting, but if you don't want to know the secrets, I suppose I'll have to keep them to myself.

"It was honestly by pure chance that my family found me again: A servant in my household was asked to go purchase some bread and spotted me in Torin's shop. Then my parents, uncles and cousins, and a small retinue of knights, arrived to take me back. I managed to thankfully convince them to spare Torin's life, and twice more I would sneak out to try to regain my apprenticeship, though he didn't want to die and would as such teach me for a day then send me back to my parents, who would place even greater restrictions upon me. I had to learn hunting and hawking instead, and the other pastimes that were popular amongst the nobility of the day.

"Eventually my father died and I inherited my house's fortune, and I gave Torin the full patronage of my house, and he continued to apprentice me until I was good enough to gain guild associateship. Eventually the king died, and the next king, and the next king. I chose the name Fedovel IV, when the throne came to me, after several well-respected kings, on the advice of several of my advisors. The past few kings had been rather hands-on, but I had no interest in ruling, so I delegated tasks to people who were effective at them, gave slightly more authority to the city council and then spent much of the rest of my kingship sponsoring lavish baking contests and cake-making contests and pie-making contests and the likes of that that attracted craftsmen from as far away as Langdales. I was truly a rather terrible monarch, but I had competent advisors and subordinates, so the system ended up working.

"The Rukal attacked about five years into my reign. We were significantly inland and as such had time to prepare proper defenses and food stores. I was chosen as an Ascendant shortly before the Rukal arrived at my small kingdom, but the additional food that I was able to produce probably single-handedly helped the entire city hold out for another month. The Siege of Dorthol took up much of my time during the war, and I met several other Ascendants at the time who were much better warriors and generals than I. About two-thirds of the way through the war we finally broke the siege, and I took my newfound Ascendant status as an excuse to abdicate the throne to some distant cousin, nominally so that I could better direct my efforts towards the war at hand. I spent most of my time with Ascendants of Camp Followers and Ascendants of Logistics managing the food supply of the mortal armies: The Ascendant of Butchers and The Ascendant of Hunters, the only two other food-related Ascendants I've ever met, were both on the front lines.

"When the Rukal War ended, I decided not to retake my throne, but instead to travel the world, see what I can see and observe the different baking traditions in different parts of the world. I've returned to Dorthol twice since that war ended over a hundred years ago and I actually wrote several books on how the baking traditions there have changed over my lifetime. I somehow doubt you want to hear a synopsis, so I'll spare you the pain: Even the Ascendant of Libraries found it somewhat tedious.

"As for this current war, I truly don't care beyond hoping that you don't involve me in it. I don't want to be a monarch, so naturally I should tend towards the Mikalzar side, but I honestly find them to be hypocrites, usurping several legitimate, longstanding governments in order to gain resources and tactical advantages in this petty war. I get it, you don't care at all about people any more because all the people that you care about have been dead for decades, but I want nothing to do with this conflict that has nothing to do with me."

Looks good, just the appearance. I can't say that it's breaking the "humanoid but obviously not human at first glance" rule, I just can't be sure if it's following it either. Could you try describing him again?

I edited the appearance. I made the height difference more notable, changed the hair colour and added some stuff about the build of the character, to make him seem larger-than-life. He should be sufficiently not-human by now, I think.

[Tikobe]

Mar 9, 2018 1:13:07 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

Mar 9, 2018 1:00:48 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

Looks good, just the appearance. I can't say that it's breaking the "humanoid but obviously not human at first glance" rule, I just can't be sure if it's following it either. Could you try describing him again?

I edited the appearance. I made the height difference more notable, changed the hair colour and added some stuff about the build of the character, to make him seem larger-than-life. He should be sufficiently not-human by now, I think.

Alright, that's good. I'll make it sometime soon (Probably later tonight) when I finished getting settled.

[Bannanachair]

Mar 9, 2018 1:19:04 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

Mar 9, 2018 1:13:07 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

I edited the appearance. I made the height difference more notable, changed the hair colour and added some stuff about the build of the character, to make him seem larger-than-life. He should be sufficiently not-human by now, I think.

Alright, that's good. I'll make it sometime soon (Probably later tonight) when I finished getting settled.

Alright.

[Bannanachair]

Why did the Tikobe cross the road?

SPOILER: Click to show

This joke doesn't have a punchline. I just wanted the thread to appear in your "participated" tab.

[Tikobe]

Mar 13, 2018 22:04:26 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

Why did the Tikobe cross the road?

SPOILER: Click to show

This joke doesn't have a punchline. I just wanted the thread to appear in your "participated" tab.

Oh yeah, should probably apologize. A friend of mine was visiting town over the weekend and I got lazy after hanging out with him.

[Bannanachair]

Mar 13, 2018 22:45:08 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

Mar 13, 2018 22:04:26 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

Why did the Tikobe cross the road?

SPOILER: Click to show

This joke doesn't have a punchline. I just wanted the thread to appear in your "participated" tab.

Oh yeah, should probably apologize. A friend of mine was visiting town over the weekend and I got lazy after hanging out with him.

Oh, yeah, that's fine, I figured that you had something going on. I just wanted to check on the timeline.

[Bannanachair]

So was my CS just a little bit too silly?

[Tikobe]

Jul 30, 2018 11:42:59 GMT -4 Bannanachair said:

So was my CS just a little bit too silly?

Hm? Nah

I just forgot about this.