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Brutus listened to the man winge about the food for a while, nodding along as if anything he was saying really made any sense to him. The meat was a little bit chewy sure, but he'd had much worse running around in this world to complain. The flavor was in the sauce, and mixing the sauce with...

By brekfast, Brutus was ready to get this over with. Long slogs out into the wilderness tended to wear their welcome out about three hours into the trip. Everyone romanticizes the Lord of the Rings for being an epic quest, but nobody realizes that those fuckers were out there basically walking...

200 Unaffiliated Brutus had been on guard when the attack came, and boy howdy did things go sideways real fucking quick. For the sheer amount of people, preparation, and pomp from the guilds the whole effort seemed to collapse on itself like a box of wet cardboard. Horses scattered, people...

"The difference is that I've met people who mean me no harm, and I've met those that've meant me harm. I learned how to tell the difference through experience. I've yet to meet a friendly goblin yet, but if I ever get a chance to meet one who doesn't draw a dagger on me from the word go, I...

Brutus tried his best not to retch as Corsair brutally sawed through the mans neck with all the skill and ease of a butcher carving up a pig. The smell, the blood, the flies, all were liable to make his breakfast come up. Instead, he found himself clutching his mouth forcibly blocking the...

Brutus looked up from his seventeenth bowl of Curry and looked up to the semi familiar man. He'd seen him before, where? He squinted and then realized it was the one man he'd met with in that one gate place. He would swallow his mouthful and blink a few times. "I mean, I was hungry, but I...

200 Unaffiliated Brutus arrived slightly later than he would have liked, but he refused to arrive to a party empty handed. Over one shoulder he had a rather nice buck that he'd hunted down earlier, and in another arm a large bushel of herbs and plants he'd scrounged up in the forest. Some...

"Im dealing with monsters that prey on innocent lives is what I'm doing." Brutus raised an eyebrow at the woman's outburst. "I've seen countless hunstman from Honeyhome injured, disfigured, crippled or worse at the hands of these creatures. Im defending lives that cannot defend themselves...

"A faction quest?" He furrowed his brow. "All four factions no less?" That was...curious. It wasnt as if they were at odds as far as he could tell, but it was peculiar to see something they were all working on together. That meant something big, something dangerous. The finer details...

Brutus had definately not seen that man there. Or was he a boy? Hard to tell in the light honestly, either way his announcement of his presence had saved him the standard rigamaroll of having a canon pointed at his face in suprise. Instead the giant simply let his eyes adjust to the light for...

"You know, if you think about it, being a maid could be a pretty solid form of out of combat support..." Brutus drawled. "I have the in combat healing think taken care of for the most part with my partner, but we do need help homesteading if you need a place to crash." He wasn't quite sure...

SNAP. Brutus turned on a dime, canon ready to fire once he'd acquired a target. He sighted down the barrel and found not a goblin, but a woman instead. He paused, long enough to let his brain catch up to where his body was, and then quickly scanned the surrounding. No danger, just a woman...

The following events take place in various liquid times around the events of the Red fever Event Brutus found himself hiking towards Finweald. He'd heard a rumor of some sort of multi faction collaborative event taking place, and he needed answers. Something like that didn't happen unless...

Brutus once again found himself westward bound. Once again on the search of goblins. Once again, alone. He was finding the pattern to be getting quite old at this point. He would go around Honeyhome helping them out, doing their chores, finding their cats, earning their trust. He was...

BOOM. Brutus let off a crack of his canon as he shot down another goblin. The creature howled in agony as it was sent sky high. There would be no rest for the just, Brutus had found. Goblins continued to spread to eastern Brisshal from the west, seemingly seeking to expand their claim on...

Fucking spooky. Brutus hadn't ever seen something like this before, in fact, he'd know the woods like the back of his hands. This was aberrant, new, and potentially dangerous. He had no idea who or what this man was, an NPC? An Enemy? Only time could quite tell, and he was going to find out...

"I mean..." he motioned to the canon. "I'm a bit of a jack of all trades type of guy. I excel at range, give me space and time and I'll blow just about anything to smithereens. But if they get to close," he hefted the canon, took a couple hops back to create ample demonstration space, and...

Following after her as she spoke, he simply chuckled. "Give me the name of the author and the series and I'll look it up for you." He watched as she healed the spot where he'd nailed a goblin and blew it to kingdom come and then counted on his fingers. "The report from the huntsmen said...

"Aha, I've become a bit of an ace detective ever since I've crossed over to this land." He chuckled and opened the door. "And being tall is quite nice, you can probably tell I'm not actually this tall in the other world, but I am a big fan of it." He didn't elaborate further, but opened the...

"I see, so the game carried on..." he paused. "So the servers never went offline..." Brutus pondered her reply, sitting cross legged. She was struggling with these memories immensely, it would seem. Four years, locked away from her real life, from friends and family, imagining them thinking...