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More or less accurate, he's still interested in keeping the town relatively free of trouble but most of his time revolves around the arena. (Although he cares more about his own entertainment than he would about ratings but it essentially ammounts to the same thing. )

Yeah I was going to mention something about that, along with the fact that punching a member of the guard and injuring a bunch more is not a great way to get in Soulcasters good books. But members of the guard would be given a fair ammount of leeway in how exactly they exercise their powers so it's not impossible. Did you mean the Savannah fight?

Instead of a minute of silence I propose a minute of noise by doing what we do best: fill up threads faster than Sadeas lines his pockets with bloodmoney from abusing slaves.

The god of slowpokes is always listening, he might just be slow to respond sometimes Sounds good, exactly the kind of creative battlefield that Soulcaster would approve of. Any ideas for who you wanted to be in this fight? I assume Substance for your character, did you want to try and tee up something with Blackhoof and lady Deathskull or start out with a fight against someone else?

What's left to do in Portland for the night? I'm pretty excited for being able to play PP again and have learned my lesson not to retire him for the night 6 months early

Ninja smiley revels in your uncomfortable state, it will make it easier to sneak up on you.

I meant specifically Any characters/settings/battle type you had in mind?

Our Shipmistress as ever, Does not dissapoint, With images clever Of pugs we appoint Our mascots so cute and also so funny That we did choose them, Instead of a bunny.

Poems can be nice Phrases expressed quite concise Haikus are better Authors note: This is a terrible example of a Haiku and other than the matching syllables really not a Haiku at all, please excuse my artistic ineptness in lieu of keeping a theme running. Here is a cat with a balloon.

Oh King of the Kobold, won't you admit, That rhyming and verses are not always a hit, Some people enjoy what others like not, In Questions some say sanity is forgot, Regardless we'll upvote and have a good laugh, When one writes a poem that finishes well. Unlike this one.

Yeah I don't really have anything to add and I'm a little burned out after catching up on all my characters Trash talk is half the reason I wanted an arena styled city, somewhere where the wit of characters who have read Revolution and Sam's Ultimate guide to being snarky about Epics can be publicly shown.

Savannah awoke with bleary eyes as someone roughly shook his shoulders. "Get up!" Someone hissed in his ears. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes and clutching his head Savannah examined his rude awakener. A short middle aged man, spindly limbs now prodding Savannah out of bed. "Who the hell are you?!" Savannah demanded. "Do you know who I am!?" "Right now you're late, and that's not a good thing to be, for you or for me. Soulcaster sent word that your match has been moved to the early shift, 5am start, if you're not there then... well you'd best be there." "What?" Confusion written across his face, the shapeshifter rattled off a quickfire series of questions. "Why? Where? I thought it wasn't until the afternoon that I'd even meet Soulcaster? You can't give me this little time!" "I don't know, apparently someone woke him up to report about a brawl in the bar and that you were involved, just be thankful all he's doing is waking you up in return." A whirlwind of movement errupted as the spindly man moved with startling speed, force feeding a bowl of food into Savannahs mouth with one hand while grooming and dressing him with the other. Ten minutes later, a somewhat more conscious Savannah left the building at a sprint, a short time later he'd skidded to a halt outside the entrance to the arena that the Inkeeper had told him about. His opponent nodded gingerly to him, still rubbing his own eyes. Even Epics were too tired to put on their usual facade of arrogance sometimes it seemed. Someone came through the doorway, hastily grabbing both Epics by the arm and ushering them through into the building. A bare glimpse of worked stone caught Savannahs eye before he was ushered forwards, their guide quickly navigating through several corridors before finally leading them through a large archway and immediately dropping to one knee, the two Epics half dragged along with him into an awkward bowing posture before their hands were released. "So, finally here are we?" A soft voice said as the air in front of them warped, a figure appearing and surveying them. Savannahs first impression of Soulcaster was... underwhelming. For someone who'd been touted as one of the strongest Epics in the fractured states, able to fight even most High Epics with ease, the appearance was somewhat, off. A grey suit and tiea body that was not particularly imposing and carefully styled hair, Soulcaster resembled nothing more than a professional accountant or perhaps a bureaucrat of some kind. The fear of their guide however was palpable, the only indicator as to what might happen if this unthreatening accountant were in any way annoyed. "Well, it is the way of Salem to let our guests atone for any mistakes by bringing entertainment. Be off with you then, do try to make it... entertaining." The figure brushed both Epics with an etheral fingertip, the faintest sensation of something cool touching his skin and then everything faded to black around Savannah. Eyes opening and waking up for the second time in an hour, Savannah observed the real Arena of Salem. The Astral plane, where Epics, humans and sometimes monsters engaged in gruesome combat for the enjoyment of Soulcasters city. So why exactly was there pink cotton candy on the wall?

What did you have in mind?

Well there's likely to be more than one commentator so it can be passed around between characters if more than one person wants to do it. So I'll leave it up to Blackhoof. I'll try to get a scene up for the next game day soon so people can start working on posts.

Up to you, you can create and write her opponent, you can create an opponent that I can write or I can create and write an opponent that I consider approrpiately strong/hillarious. Or that, obviously you can pair up against other player characters.

Positions open if you want it. Not entirely sure how it'll fit in format wise but I do like the idea.

How would you feel about RPing as the host of Salems entertainment hour for kids?

One thing people generally learn quickly when dealing with my particular brand of insanity, never suggest something in a joking fashion unless you're fully aware that I will carry it out at some point.

It's always a sore point when people say things like 'maths can't prove love' for me, I understand what the person is trying to say, and in a sense it's true, maths only deals with numbers as an abstract concept, applying that maths to the real world however can explain pretty much everything in my opinion (Certain axioms aside). Although we don't know how to use it correctly in some cases, but that's a flaw with us and not one that should be shared by an omniscient being.

Yeah if no one else has anything to add in the bar I'll skip to the next day and start the matches, so people might want to think about what kind of a fight they'd like, Soulcasters certainly open to creative suggestions so go nuts, my theory is that if we'd find it entertaining to read then Soulcaster and the people of Salem would find it entertaining to watch and so it' be allowed. Let the insanity commence.

I'd go forward or back at this point, I'm in a city with insanely high unemployment with very little job history applying for literally any job I can only to have it go to someone 5 years younger because they only need to be paid half as much. I'd happily work for the same price if I could but sadly I can't. If however I could fastforward to when I already had a job I'd do that too. So yeah, basically any age that isn't this age.

Not entirely sure what's happening in Corvallis right now but I'll try to get one up soon.

Do so at your own peril.

Nooooooo Seems appropriate for Astoria I suppose