Introduction
But all things come to an end. Though history does not record the fall of its great civilisation, its repercussions are still being felt today. History became as myth, and the world was plunged into the Age of Darkness.
Now, in the Age of Discovery history is about to repeat itself.
(This RP takes place in the world of Altaea.)
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Music wrote:I would give this RP such a high rating even if I hadn't participated in it. You all have done a great job of both developing your characters spectacularly as well as portraying them in such a way. The plot is character-driven, but, at the same time, that makes it all the better. It allows characters to truly behave as they would in reality, rather than following a script. In addition, the options presented to the RPers in the OOC help move the story forward. The setting is well-developed and important to the characters and the overall experience. Meanwhile, posts are filled with interesting style and proper mechanics. The one piece of advice I could give is to break up longer paragraphs into shorter segments so that readers don't look at it and immediately stop trying to read under the 'tl;dr' mentality. All in all, an excellent RP, and I would highly encourage anyone who loves fantasy RPs to ask about application!
Tiko wrote:I found this RP to be quite well written. The posts were thoughtful, well done and assisted in furthering the story as a group. The characters themselves were well designed, providing insight into them as individuals, and they had distinct and identifiable personalities without dragging the story down. The plot is eye catching and serves to hook both the players and the readers in without revealing too much too early. The lack of full information leaves a reader or a player wanting to find out what happens next, and keeps the story moving forward. It creates depth and levels of information that you have to explore to discover. The included wiki provided plenty of background information into the world that was a nice added touch that assists readers in understanding what's going on, as well as provides information for players to build off from. The only thing I didn't give a max rating to was mechanics. While the posts very well done, and cleanly written, there were [i]many[/i] spelling errors that simply running posts through a spellchecker would have caught. Overall though, I found this RP to be very enjoyable to read through, even though I myself am not a player. It has a lot of promise, and I hope to see it continue to be a successful game for all involved.
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Inside the warmth of the hearth crackled and fizzed, casting its warm glow across the interior of the common room even as the tall sillhouettes of its occupants danced across the walls like shadow puppets against a performer's curtain. One man, a jester by trade judging from his appearance made a merry jig before the open fire, his reddened nose and ruddy cheeks betraying his drunkeness despite his nimble steps. His eyes were creased in laughter and his narrow face split by a mad grin that seemed to carry from ear to ear. A bard meanwhile plied his trade, spinning tunes and rhymes to keep the merry fool dancing and the others laughing. Many of the other patrons were jeering at the dancing lunatic, tossing all manner of detrius at him as though they were pelting a criminal in the stocks. A frail old man dressed in the faded livery of some feudal lord stared into the firelight with a forelorn expression, warming his hands by its heat.
It was a typical night in the Rolling Head and like any other night there was more excitement to come.
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The bird itself was for the most part ghastly, and looked slightly reminiscent of a reptile, but it's wings and voice was stunning. It had just been wasted on that particular bird, since it had not been meant to sit and look pretty. It made a low noise at him, one he only heard since there was a break in the music, and he turned his head slightly.
"Be patient." The silver haired man whispered to it, as he turned his attention back to the things going on in the room. For a moment, he felt a little alone seeing all the others there, chatting and laughing, but the feeling was quickly replaced by the thought that he was pretty happy just sitting by himself in the corner. The bird made another noise at him, only to be ignored this time. Murdoch was far away in his own thoughts.
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"Excuse me, young man." The robed stranger spoke in slurred yet measured speech that lent his words a peculiarly high classed air. His accent, only emphasized in this state was unmistakably Vectian. "But what is that remarkable creature you have there?" He pointed at the bird on Murdoch's shoulder, lifting his head in the other man's direction even as it lolled foolishly like a puppet's, his eyes trying to focus on his new acquaintance's own but no doubt finding it hard due to his blurred vision.
The man appeared to be in his late twenties, with a well trimmed moustache and beard that framed his mouth. His dark hair reached down to his shoulders and was parted in the middle so that it hung on either side of his face like a pair of lank curtains. On his long, roman nose sat a pair of small round glasses behind which peered out narrow, dark eyes, bleary from too much drink. His whole face was lined in a way that only enhanced his already noble looking appearance.
A gloved hand came to rest on the man's shoulder, gently but urgently tugging him away from Murdoch's personal space. Behind the drunken fellow stood a mountain of a man, with shoulders as broad as the benches on which Murdoch sat.
"Come on, Vincent." The tall man spoke in a jovial manner as he lifted the robed stranger under the arms with surprising ease. He made to lead the man back to their table. "My apologies, my friend. He can't handle his liquor." The man smiled at Murdoch appeasingly. He was handsome of face, with strong, masculine features and large, friendly blue eyes. His golden hair was cut long, coming to rest between his shoulder blades. He was dressed in a long sleeved green tunic over which he wore a short sleeved brown jacket embroidered with a red dragon motif, the crest of some noble family perhaps.
"I was only asking him about his companion." The robed man tried to turn back and scramble past his friend. "And I am still perfectly- perfectly-" He fought back a hiccup. "Sober."
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But now, as the young man stared at the other person who had now spoken to him, he had fallen completely silent. Murdoch had simply never seen a man of that height before. "No need to apologise." He then finally managed to say, and then a slight smile soon followed the words, and then a nod of his head. Mostly meant as a polite greeting, and perhaps a little admiration. "He looks like he's not the only one, after all." Murdoch then continued, at a lack of anything else to say.
And he didn't need to say much more, for his bird's interest had been peeked by the two men. Slowly and carefully, the creature crawled from Murdoch's shoulder, and down onto the table, where it came to a stop. It stood for a few seconds, just watching them, and then finally made a low chirping noise one wouldn't expect to hear from it. It held it's head quite low, and if looking closer, it was obvious that the creature was smelling the air, picking up scents as it had before, only now, it was more focused. Murdoch hushed at it, wanting it to keep a low profile.
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"True enough." The large man, Caim replied to Murdoch, casting a glance around at the other patrons, none of whom were taking a blind bit of notice of Vincent's behaviour. "Again, my apologies." He laughed, a low, soft chuckle that seemed to resonate with strength. He lifted the smaller man up over his shoulder as easily as one would lift a sack of potatoes and extended his free hand in greeting to Murdoch. "My name is Caim Pendragon and this argumentative drunk here..." He thumbed over his shoulder to Vincent, who was struggling like a small child in its father's arms. "Is Vincent de Fanel. Allow me to buy you a drink. What are you having?"
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Of course, the bearded man was right. Rohin had never been near to a Hiranoh ship. It's just one of his fabricated tales to make people believe he's a magician. Using these simple tricks on the common man was easy. As most of them had never seen magic, they hardly knew how it looked like. Anything unexpected that would glow, become warm or make a noise was easily mistaken for real magic. Rohin couldn't resist a smile. The so-called 'Glowing Statue' was only some special dust he bought from a trader from Sheng. After it made contact with something, it would only glow for 15 seconds before disappearing into the air.
Continuing to entertain the people, Rohin kept a watchful eye on two persons approaching a silver haired man and a bird.
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He didn't know why had felt like adding that last bit of information, but now that he had said it, there was no going back. He lowered his head a little, and then looked up again with a smile. "But... A pint of mead wouldn't be out of the way." He then said, as he placed the bird back on his shoulder, and in doing so, noticed a little group of people across the room. Someone over there had to be entertaining.
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"Mead it is!" Caim cheered enthusiastically, slapping the young man on the back warmly before raising his hand to signal one of the serving girls.
Vincent meanwhile had witnessed the young man's 'magic' in the corner and frowned.
"Magic my ass!" He called out, finally wresting himself from his large friend's grip and clambering down to his fet over Caim's shoulder. "That was no magic. T'was but a mere performer's trick." He dusted himself off, smoothing the folds of his robes and tugging on the collar before striding over to Rohin with his unstable gait. "Tell me, these Hiranoh, did they teach you any more 'magic'?" He asked, swaying cockily on his feet and gesticulating wildly with his hands.
Caim let out a sigh and rolled his eyes as he turned to watch his friend. "Oh not again." He groaned, running a hand across his brow. He sat himself down beside Murdoch and leant back in the chair. "And it was such a peaceful night."
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"I hardly think they have peaceful nights here." Murdoch said, sounding almost like the comment was meant to be taken seriously. He was however a little too busy to think about conversation, as his bird obviously had taken a liking to Caim. Murdoch caught it's head between his fingers as it tried to once more crawl onto the man, and forced it to look at him as he spoke to it. It was a series of low noises, a good imitation of the birds own language, but whatever it was he said to the creature, it worked. It settled on the table in front of them, looking from one to the other with dark shiny eyes. He then once more glanced over to Vincent, wondering why he was talking about magic.
"Does Vincent know a lot... About magic, I mean?" He then asked.
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The barmaid glanced nervously at Vincent. "Watch what you say, sir. I don't think you want to make the magician angry." Rohin managed a broad grin. "Ah, somebody else who doubts my stories. I can guarantee you, they are true." He quickly pulled open his bag with one of his hand, unnoticed by the audience. "To answer your question, yes, the Hiranoh taught me some other things as well. But that magic is too dangerous to perform in a lovely tavern like this." With his fingers, he found what he was looking for, and hid it carefully in his hand.
"I can show you something else though, if you're willing. A very nice old lady living near a beautiful lake in Suitania taught me this."
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Vincent meanwhile continued to taunt Rohin with obviously feigned enthusiasm.
"Oh I would love to. I simply must see what trick you'll pull out of your sleeve next. Some doves perhaps? Or maybe some fire? People always love fire." He rambled on, leaning his head back in exasperation.
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He then glanced over at Vincent again, while the bird rested it's head on his hand, still looking from person to person.
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He was here on a hit, tonight. His employer, a trader that came from Salis, wanted his competitor in the trade business dead. Claimed it'd boost his business. The trade sealed his end of the deal by offering Erwein a cut of his next profit if the hit came through. The only lead the trade had given him was that the competitor in question was a regular at this tavern. The trader had told him his competitor would be wearing some sort of cape or cloak, as well as a decorative weapon. Other than that, everything else about this "competitor" was vague.
He sat still, eyes darting about the tavern, taking note of anyone that had a cloak/cape+weapon combo on their person. So far, only one person had piqued his interest. That man was named Murdoch, though the large tube-like thing on his arm definitely didn't count as a decorative weapon. No cloak either. The bird on his shoulder only told him that the man was a hunter, not a trader. Still, best to keep an eye on him.
Across the room, a small crowd had gathered around the entertainer known as Rohin. He kept an eye on that crowd, not doubting for a minute that the young man could and would keep a group of people entertained. Watching, waiting, that was what he was trained in.
His hand tightened its grip around a pouch on his belt. It contained several needles coated in the blood of a Demos tunnel worm. Highly toxic, the poison acted as a neurotoxin, instantly paralysing and causing death within seconds. He was very careful not to touch the needles in any way other than with gloves, as the poison could seep through your pores and into your bloodstream.
Then, a break. A caped man, a decorative saber by his side, entered the tavern. Erwein kept an eye on the man, when he reached the bar, the barkeep nigh-instantly recognised and welcomed the man.
Three out of three...a regular, cape, weapon...has to be him...
Killing him would be simple. From his perch, he could, in a variety of ways, use his poisoned needles to kill him off. Not too hasty, though. He had to positively identify this man as his target. Offing a random trader or passer-by was not something looked up to in the ways of assassins and mercenaries, though most wouldn't care less. He liked to be careful, though. No loose ends to take care of.
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It was then the man glanced over his shoulder, spotting the massive figure approaching behind him, causing a worried double take. Osefi did little to acknowledge the man other than give him a soft nod. Seemingly satisfied that Osefi wasn't an immediate threat the man turned back to his posse and gestured for them to watch the unexpected visitor. To say Osefi was used to such treatment would be a painful understatement. Due to the differences in culture, Orcs were thought of as brainless savages, assumed to be up to no good regardless of their true intentions. It mattered little to Osefi, a dozen knights would be little threat to an orc of his size, let alone a few underpaid and under equipped mercenaries.
The cloaked man entered just ahead of Osefi, whom, due to his girth had to crouch and wiggle a little bit to properly fit through the door. Amid a few surprised gasps from other patrons Osefi managed to fit his full bulk through the threshold. It took the suspicious man only a moment to stride toward the bar and strike up a conversation with the barkeep. From his vantage point, standing well above the rest of the crowd, it was obvious the bartender knew the man.
Movement just above the crown of his head drew Osefi's attention to the rafters. There was certainly something up there. He let his eyes linger only a moment on the darkness above before scanning the room. Nobody else seemed aware of the presence of this shadowy entity, which Osefi took to mean it was of little importance.
Still, better to be vigilant. With that he took the nearest empty bench, nearly covering its entire length with his immense posterior. Despite being made from quality wood, the sheer weight of its new occupant caused the seat to sag slightly in the middle though it groaned in protest for only a moment. All thoughts of a nice bed and fried Malumets went out the window as the savvy orc began to watch the other patrons, making sure he stayed watching the rafters from his peripherals.
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"Well I guess I don't have the gift of the silver tongue like you do." He lifted his tankard to his mouth, swallowing a large mouthful of the frothy ale.
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She went practically unnoticed as she shuffled inside the tavern, doing her best to avoid being jostled back and forth too much. It was difficult though, there was a real crowd tonight. Most of them drunk and not particularly paying attention to where they were going. Some would give a quick apology for knocking into her, others would just go on, jolly as ever. It didn't particularly matter to her though, she was used to it in places like these. After finally managing to sift through the sea of people, she arrived at an empty table and perched herself on one of the chairs, relieved to finally have taken the weight off her feet.
Dumping her traveling sack on the floor next to the chair with a surprisingly loud clatter, she leaned back, letting out a sigh and soaking in the atmosphere of the tavern. This place sure was popular, there was all kinds of people and the serving girls milled back and forth constantly, doing their best to keep up with the workload. It made her happy to hear voices and laughter again though, she had spent far too long traveling with no company as of late. Her thoughts eventually trickled back to the drink that she had initially come in here for.
She hopped up onto the table from her chair for a better vantage point and surveyed the room, contemplating the best way to go about getting service. She doubted she would be able to get a serving girls attention amidst the rabble, and the complications of approaching the bar when you can barely even see over the top of it was a problem she would rather spare herself. Her thoughts drifted away as she became more interested in the goings-on of the tavern.
The young man gathering a lot of attention. The other man with the strange contraption on his arm. The giant of an Orc. If she'd known this place was so interesting, she would have come sooner!
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Erwein continued to watch the caped man from the rafters, vaguely aware of someone noticing his presence before shaking it off as nothing. His mark, or at least, he hoped it was his mark, sat down at the bar, his guards taking up seemingly non-chalant positions around him, covering any avenues of attack. Clearly his hired help was trained as well, unlike most nobles who simply hired men off the street, giving them a sword, some gold and saying 'Please protect me.' He'd killed many a mark who had hired help like that. One glance of the black-cloaked Demis, armed with his daggers, was already enough to send the man on the street running for safety.
A gloved hand reached into the pouch on his belt, withdrawing a poisoned needle. Having only heard of the deadly reputation of Demos tunnel worm blood, this was going to be his first chance to try it out. Beside him, a rat was nosing at his boot, unaware that the figure wasn't a statue at all. In a flash, the rat was in his other hand, fingers clamping over its mouth to stop it from squeaking audibly. He took the needle and plunged it into the rat, withdrawing it after a second. He placed it back on the rafter, watching it intently. The rat pawed at its wound, before suddenly stiffening and falling over, breathing in short breaths, then expiring.
Erwein smiled, leaving the dead rat where it was. At least he now knew the potency of his new poison. He continued to watch the caped man, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
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Then, almost by coincidence, he looked up, and something caught his eye. "Oh god." He muttered. Staring blankly at what he had just discovered. A wide smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his eyes were now almost shining. "It's a orc!" He said, looking like he was about to jump over to the huge being. "I've never seen an orc before! Do you think it'll eat my head if I try to touch it?" Was his next question.
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Rohin earlier noticed that the man wasn't without company in this tavern, so he knew he couldn't do anything too drastic. No, the type of poison he would use this time was simply something that enhanced the man's senses and would put him into a state of bliss. The alcohol in his body only made this effect greater and prevented that the man would feel the dart entering at all. It wasn't harmful and the effect wouldn't last long, but if Rohin played it right, he could make it appear as if he had put some sort of spell on the man.
"Would you be so kind to lay down you hands on the table?" While he asked this, he noticed that the tavern had become more crowded.
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Alyss slowly proceeded down the stairs and into the multitude of drunks and other people in the tavern. The people bumped into her every now and then and she bumped into some of them. Alyss took note of how few dared to apologize and pushed on. Sooner or later she found an empty seat near two men who were chatting away. One who had some kind of bird on his shoulder. Probably a pet he bought at some market, she thought.
Alyss did not know anyone here or at least not yet and uot of boredom she began to eavesdrop on the two gentlemen. "Your not really going to touch the giant orc are you?", she asked and immediately became concerned as well as interested in their conversation.
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His thoughts were interrupted by a woman stepping down the stairs, the whites of her eyes glistening intently in the fires light as they locked with his own. Her hand absentmindedly grabbed the hilt of their sword as her eyes widened ever so slightly. It was clear she was some sort of militrary, as her back was rigidly upright and her shoulders held back professionally, even the embroidery on her gown indicated she was no simple peasant. He thought fondly of his younger years, when such a confrontational action might have driven him into a frenzied rage. Despite himself, a wide broken toothed grin spread over his face.
"Squishy creatures are so strange." he muttered under his breath. In a voice that sounded like two boulders grinding together.
The knight, or at least, the woman Osefi assumed to be a knight of some kind, approached another pair of men. More knights? Unlikely. Though one of them was quite large, for a human. The second man had a small reptilian bird, a common sight in the lands to the south, but here, so close to Northwall? The strange device on his arm gave no clues where the strange white haired man was from. The woman's mouth moved, her concerned eyes darting from her two companions and Osefi himself.
It took Osefi several brain raking moments to decide the best course of action to take what with all the easily frightened potential foes around. He finally lifted a single massive hand and waved it weakly, the hints of the grin before still lingering on his face. It was something he had picked up on during his many years traveling, his last master, a kindly old halfling, had been instrumental in helping Osefi understand the squishy way of life. A simply wave was enough to put most suspicious humans at ease, especially when coupled with a smile.
Why such an act worked, the orc still didn't know, but that didn't matter. His eyes danced across the three humans one last time before he made his next move...
Pointing knowingly up into the rafters.
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It took Murdoch one second to completely make up his mind.
"He looks nice!" He exclaimed in a low voice, and eagerly waved back. Or, that was until he noticed that the orc was now pointing upwards. He felt how his bird climbed on top of his head as he glanced up, but he didn't see anything. For him, who had grown up bathed in sunlight, there didn't have to be much darkness for him to see nothing. He just figured that it was some sort of orc thing. Perhaps. Or was it a threat? Was that a sign that the guy had ten friends outside who were all hungry? That thought brought another with it.
"Do orcs even eat humans? Let alone my kind? .... Nah.... Should take the chance, right?"
And then, he waved once more, this time differently from before. This was more of a 'come here' wave.
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Caim was about to respond to Murdoch's odd question when they were approached by the woman.
"I for one would be interested in seeing you try." He grinned before adding "I want to see what happens." He watched the huge orc from a distance. The creature seemed docile enough and even pleasent considering the manner in which it was waving at them. He couldn't detect even a hint of hostility. Caim glanced briefly at Vincent to make sure he wasn't getting into anything he couldn't handle.
As he looked back at the Orc he caught it's gesture towards the rafters and peered up without thinking, staring intently into the darkness as his eyes asjusted to the dark. There was something up there. Something large infact. Caim puzzled over the shape, not being able to recognise it as anything familiar. Though the thought of something that large hiding unseen worried him slightly. He surreptitiously lowered his gaze so as not to be so obvious.
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Convinced that there was nothing up in the rafters, she looked to the man with the bird on his shoulder, who was waving the Orc to come over. This should be an interesting experience... She thought. "So you gentlemen have names? Mine is Alyss de Sacrier.". Alyss was smiling now her eyes looking over at the bird. "What's the birds name?".
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As he was whispering, he slowly lowered the dart in one of his hands, the sharp point touching Vincent's skin. The man gave no physical reaction, indicating that he hadn't felt it. Rohin then quickly gave the dart a little push, entering the man's bloodstream and releasing the poison. Abruptly, Rohin lifted his hands, taking the dart with him, and opened his eyes. Looking at Vincent, he knew the man hadn't felt anything. And the point of the dart was so small that it wouldn't leave any blood. He quickly muffled away his tool while the crowd was watching Vincent, wondering what just happened. Rohin smiled. Only a couple more seconds before the poison would take effect.
Still celebrating his little victory in his mind, he noticed a giant orc occupying an entire bench. Rohin had seen and met orcs before, but never as big as this one. The orc was pointing to something. Looking up, he saw the rafters of the inn. A perfect hiding place. Something was about to happen, and Rohin felt a sudden urge to pull away from the crowd and to hide in the shadows.
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Farewell. It was fun while it lasted and I wish you all the best.
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On top of work and training we still don't have internet here, so I'm hard pushed to find time to post. Once that's sorted though I should be able to post at least a little more regularly since I have a bit of free time in the evenings.
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I was going to be ducking out anyway, Im just making that much much sooner than later. I have enjoyed running with all of you and will look forward to future runs in the Altaea universe or elsewhere.
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I've been waiting for Xian to post in the meantime. But I might have to just jump in when I get back from work.
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I have been away for a while and honestly Erdu as a character is a bit of a mystery to me. But I am determined to relearn him and get to where I can reinsert myself into this.
I imagine I will be jumping back into the followon RP as well, but one thing at a time.
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Also, I'm finally able to clear the character list of all the redundant profiles. I've eliminated all our absent members. If somehow you feel your profile was deleted unfairly then PM me and we can discuss it, but given how I only deleted profiles for players who haven't posted in the last few weeks I think we should be fine.