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The door to the balcony was so close. Aisling knew she was being followed. It was one of those senses that Terrasphere had cultivated from mild awareness to tactical keenness. She didn't know what those two girls wanted with her, but paranoia told her it wasn't anything good. Aisling, after...

Don't make a joke, don't make a joke Uh, do you need any help there?

A well-forged steel sword. It has no magical enchantments, but it holds an edge well. A lantern lit with otherworldly blue flame. A finely crafted, if slightly gaudy outfit. Various enchantments bolster its defense.

So he was a player. At least Ash hadn't lost that touch. "I sort of guessed. You don't have the look of a new player." He had decent gear and didn't seem overwhelmed. Just... weird, and looking to talk. "Sorry, I'm not trying to interrogate you or anything - I was just curious. More veteran...

fa-solid fa-user-penVargold Posted: 8:45:04 At this point? Sunk cost fallacy. That, and the hope that I never have to make a list of names like that again.

3 Fighting Style: Cunning | Physicality Average Ash pulled back after his first successful hit, ears flattened as the brief sound of metal scraping metal overwhelmed him. But he'd hit, and that meant something. For a moment it felt like everything had aligned. But that feeling was already gone...

Aisling watched the man pass, eyes briefly flickering down towards the pack of cigarettes. Part of her wanted to join the man, but this wasn't exactly the time for it. She doubted she'd let him bum a smoke off him anyway. She tore her eyes away and turned back to Chelsea. "Would you believe me...

3 yS2MhlUxWm8Fighting Style: Cunning | Physicality Average Ash nodded, adjusting according to Zelrius' advice. And while his face didn't show much of how he was feeling, there was no hiding the wag of his tail as certain things seemed to fall into place. The stance still felt awkward, but he...

"That doesn't mean you should copy-" Ash stopped, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. He was rapidly realizing that arguing with Tick wasn't going to get him anywhere. "Just. Please don't touch my tail again." Whatever world these two lived in, he didn't care to visit it...

Ash was used to being left alone at the tavern. Even if he weren't open a Traveler, he was pretty good at putting off an aloof enough air that people generally didn't try to interact. So when someone suddenly sat down at his table he was more than a little startled. Even more when he started...

"Yup. I'd love to whatever developer thought making the UI subject to in-game effects a piece of my mind. Make them play their own damn game..." Ash finally stood up, brushing bits of soil and grass off his pants and tail. He watched Zelrius go through the motions, noting the things that at...

Ash heard Zelrius' footsteps before he arrived, which meant he wasn't too startled when he walked into the clearing. He'd already considered whether it was worth sitting back up, but in the end As was tired, the grass was cool, and he'd already given up on maintaining any sort of dignity anyway...

"Well, it's not like I'm not scared-" Smack! "YIPE!" Thud! It was less pain and more surprise that caused Ash to jump up from his seat, but the pain wasn't far behind once he smacked his head against the roof of the carriage. He dropped back down, holding his head and hissing with pain...

Ash waved as he watched yet another person walk into the woods, his smile dropping as soon as they were out of sight. Another person, walking into the flytrap that was Terrasphere. Another name on his friends list for him to watch, dreading the day it went grey for good. Sometimes he hated this...

Ash nodded, motioning to close the menus. But before he did... Ash Vargold sent you a friend request. "The best way to repay me is to stay alive. In both worlds. Terrasphere isn't a 'game' you can take lightly." He took a moment to glance at his friends list. He'd made a habit of adding as...

Clunk! Clunk wasn't exactly the noise Ash was hoping for. The crude striking dummy swayed slightly from the impact. There were numerous small rips in the rough burlap skin wrapping it, but the wooden core was still intact. Ash, on the other hand, looked exhausted. From the way he was panting...

Click! The sound of a camera shutter was, of course, completely simulated. In fact, it was something Aisling normally kept muted. But in a situation like this, there was nothing more powerful than the audible reminder that you were in public, and thus could be recorded. She lowered her phone...

Ash's attention eventually slid towards watching the horizon pass. It was more comfortable than trying to maintain eye contact with someone who didn't blink or breathe. His expression shifted back to careful neutrality. "More stupid than brave," he muttered to himself, tail thumping anxiously...

"Of course. Since I can't make you not play this game, I can at least make sure you don't pick up your first death immediately." Ash crossed his arms as he stood outside the shop, watching people pass. "Falderen's okay with most magic. They actually make a lot of use of it. It's just a few...

"Ah, well..." Ash pulled the blanket a little tighter around himself, looking embarrassed. He hadn't meant to offend, and these two had come this far just to help him out on a whim. Nor had he meant to remind Rael of what was apparently a rough childhood. "I really do appreciate the thought...