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AppleSauce member of RPG for 7 years

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I am a simple mortal, I see doggos, I click
120,469 words written.
487 total posts.
247 words per post.
16 posts per roleplay.
103 average days in a roleplay.
30 universes joined.
6.50 INK received in tips.

Basic Information

Username:
AppleSauce
Location:
Australia
Age:
23
Occupation:
I sell gemstones and pretty shiny magic things
Interests:
uwu
Groups:
Began Role Playing:
0- 0-2010
Favorite Role Playing Game:
WoW
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
Fantasy
Twitter:
@AppleSauceFYI

User statistics

Joined:
Wed Sep 12, 2012 3:48 am
Last visited:
Sat Jul 27, 2019 11:13 pm
Medals:
18
Total posts:
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Most active forum:
Out of Character
(235 Posts / 671.43% of user’s posts)
Most active topic:
The academy for the unusually gifted
(15 Posts / 42.86% of user’s posts)

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Promethean

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Conversation Starter

Created your first topic!

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Author

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Conversationalist

Conversationalist

Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

Novelist

Novelist

Wrote over 80,000 total words!

Lifegiver

Lifegiver

Created a character in an RPG universe.

Friendly Beginnings

Friendly Beginnings

You posted your first topic in the Welcome Forum.

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Visual Appeal

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Tipworthy

Tipworthy

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Tipworthy

Tipworthy

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Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Person of Interest

Person of Interest

Created a character that was later followed by another user!

Beta Tester

Beta Tester

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World Builder

World Builder

Created your first non-default location in an RPG universe!

Inspiration

Inspiration

Another user created a post in a universe you created!

Universes

2 created.
0 active.
2 inactive.
0 completed.

Universes Created

The Valleys of War

A fantasy world where demons, goblins, elves and humans alike, coexist with one another in an endless battle. For justice, for revenge, for power. What are you fighting for?

Goodbye Sanity

What are you to do when you are your biggest fear?

Most Tipped Posts

1.25 INK received for post #2778677, located in Ebozon Woods:

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Stop the Grokk

Within the twisting, winding paths of an unforgiving forest lies the culprit to the much talked about issue that has risen within mainly BleakMouth City. Multiple people who venture throughout the shady town at night, are being attacked by a mysterious creature, only known as "Grokk".

Many of the towns folk who have personal relationship with the victims have been begging travellers that look well prepared for a fight, to help them out and kill this monster. Not much is know about the creature since the victims seem to be far too ill and petrified to speak of the issue.

This issue has caught your attention. Whether it be out of the goodness of your heart; feeling sorry for the helpless victims; perhaps you seek a challenge? Or perhaps you want people to know your name and see you as a hero? Or maybe you're just in it for the delicious bounty. Perhaps you want to study this creature and learn more about it for your own personal projects and teachings. You could even be simply following someone who's interested due to trying to discover their skills and weaknesses.

What ever your motive, you find yourself deep within the forest of deathly looking trees. The fog has grown thick, the air is sharp and cold. Hopefully you have a form of light, or else who knows might attack you by surprise?

Quest: Stop the Grokk!
Reward: 10.00 INK! (100g IC)
Location: Ebozon Woods
Zone: For pvp - Neutral. For monsters - aggro
NOTE: THE GROKK WILL BE REVEALED AND DISCOVERED AFTER FIGHTING A FEW MONSTERS AND VENTURING



Monsters you will come across:



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Strength - Venom and Fatigue debuffs
Weakness - Fire, Abdomen


Loot - Venom to coat weapons, legs for alchemy and/or food, websacs for trap making
The larger ones usually hunt alone and attack from trees or if found roaming the floor. The smaller ones also roam trees but hunt in groups and ambush players.


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Strength - Can causes excessive bleeding; infection; teeth and claws
Weakness - Defeating the alpha of the pack; fire; eyes and nose


Loot - Pelts for armour, claws for armour or jewelry
They usually hunt in groups of 3 but if one howls, more will come to aid the group.


0.50 INK received for post #2778496, located in Port Kanderdam:

A sapphire skinned female had been aimlessly exploring the port for quite some time now. Shrouded in black clothing; draped over her, cut low at the back. Her face hidden within a black tinted head piece of sorts. All sorts of little blue lights flickered as her glowing blue eyes peered around her. The eyes that surveyed her surroundings were not actually hers, but instead moved like her own from within the helmet. Not something the female would usually wear considering her culture but this is to blend in as much as she could.

Her kind weren't easy to find; that meant she received unwanted attention due to her race's secretive nature. Despite the customs and what not, staying hidden in mountains and luring men to their doom was far too boring. "What am I doing." She muttered to herself out loud. Due to her cautious nature it was difficult getting around. Couldn't really trust anyone. She could easily jump on a shuttle to her demise. The only reason she got to Port Kanderdam safely, was due to an old friend smuggling her out of their home.

But as she decided to sit by the harbour, contemplating her next move. A group of, odd characters approached her. Five to be exact. Three of them seemed to be of another race like herself, the other two certainly seemed human enough.

"This the one?"

"Yeah she's the one." The leader of the strangers perhaps? Riska was unfazed by him. Despite him staring at her so intently; a very alarming desire in his eyes. Her expression unknown to the group as she simply sighed and looked away from them, as if their presence was nonexistent.

"Oi oi, who does she think she is? Does she not know who we are?" Clearly the least intelligent of the group spoke up.

"No. Dumbass. Remember what she is?"

The leader crouched down to her level; too close for comfort. "What's a Ciguapa like you doing all the way out here?" A grin leered on his pale skin as his hand grabbed her face, forcing Riska to look at him. He smelled of gasoline and cigarettes.

"Disgusting." Probably shouldn't have said that. Riska wasn't too familiar with handling situations like these. Considering the look of bewilderment on their faces. She knew at this point, she fucked up.

However, the leader kept his grin. A sudden pressure warned her senses to move. But before she knew it, her helmet had been ripped off and crushed within the leader's grasp. Abnormal strength for someone who looks human.

Riska's red eyes stared at the man like a deer in headlights. Black strands of hair flowed from within the now broken helmet, laying at her back and shoulders. Her pointed, elf like ears no longer unseen. Shit.

"Whoa! It really is a Ciguapa!" Dumbass number one said.

"How much do you think we'll fetch for her?" Brains of the group.

The leader ignored them however. "Restrain her. Prepare to to board to the ship. Now." Was all the leader said in reply as he left his lackeys to the female. But she wouldn't go down without a fight. Despite the odds being against her as the four men jumped her. Riska got to her feet and head butted the dim witted one with all her might, dazing him briefly as the other two attempted to restrain her. What a great start to her adventure.


0.25 INK received for post #2778735, located in Port Kanderdam:

Scream of a woman brought Riska back to reality. As if all the sounds, sights and smells around her weren't on pause anymore. Adrenaline kicking in as she looked to Kaden, urging them to leave, he began maneuvering through the crowd. An outstretched hand caught her attention from the corner of her eye as she turned to Rayan and gripped his hand tightly like a lifeline without hesitation. She didn't have a choice right now. And she had to admit, he was quite pretty; yet handsome at the same time? Would it be rude to assume he was a he? Well, she'd surely be corrected later, not that gender bothered her. The other gentleman had more masculine features; he had the look to him that showed he could handle himself well and had possibly been through some shit. An attractive male as well. But these were thoughts she'd possibly consider when she didn't feel like he life was being threatened despite the situation probably not being as bad as she thought.

Brow furrowed, crimson orbs alert and darting around cautiously as she followed the two through the crowds. She didn't look back. She just wanted to get the hell out of here. And apologise as well as thank the two properly later.


0.25 INK received for post #2778679, located in Ebozon Woods:

After being unable to enjoy her time at Bleakmouth due to many random patrons approaching and begging her for help. She gave in to the requests. Many seemed to approach her due to her appearance, as well as the cliche of Orcs always being brutes that'll take on anything. Partly true in her case. You see, it all depended on the mood. And tonight she wasn't really in the mood after trekking for so long to get to the damn place to begin with.

Complaining aside, the pale, murky green, half orc found herself deep within the Ebozon Woods. Wooden torch in hand out in front as she waved it around occasionally. Her golden yellow hues glancing around. It was far too quiet. Was it because of the cold or the fog? Surely not; creatures within the forests must have adapted to these conditions long ago. Lucky for her the cold wasn't a bother really, especially with the torch projecting a fair amount of heat.

It wasn't long however before the female start to come across thick loads of webbing, strung down and around trees. Grabbing her axe with her free hand she hacked away at troubling webs that got in her way. Not realising the vibrations she was sending off within the long strands of web, far too distracted by footprints ahead of her, a clue perhaps? "What have we here.." Makana spoke out loud to herself quite triumphantly, crouching before the footprint. All the whilst a with large arachnid crept down from the tall trees above, and made its way to its prey, venom dripping hungrily from its fangs to a very unsuspecting orc.


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