Grianne curls into a ball slightly, still letting Eldin hold her hand. I.. I never,...never realized we were *gulp* being watched....a_and i....to you...i-infront of..... Grianne is shrinking with embarrassment but hast run away yet
(And now Grianne gets a massive case of stage fright next battle!!! :D)
(Could be worse. She could be a victim of poisoning from one of the competition.)
(Why not both!)
(Why not both indeed!)
Olly purchases at least 2 of the TSe specials, and offers a fist bump to Mr. Shift before heading off to trade Token and magical crossbow for astrings. From then on she went around testing out her latest toy throughout the town.
Currently playing in: Quest for the Shunned City, Coliseum of Conquest, DragonDenn's Dragonlords, Shipwrecked on Fugue, Tomb of Annihilation, Razor's Lost Mine of Phandelver, The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above
Currently DMing: Princes of the Apocalypse, Out of the Abyss, Coliseum of Conquest—The Arena (Sometimes)
Grianne shrieks as Gin questions her and she retreats into Eldin. Suddenly Eldin is holding a small black cat that looks like it really doesnt want to be here.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Eldin holds the cat close in an attempt to comfort Grianne-cat. He answers Gin's questions, "Ah yes. Nice to meet you. Er... Can we talk later? This is sort of a not great time."
The distinctive twang of a banjo rings out as the door of the Glory swings open, with its player soon coming into sight. He was ugly as sin, with his corpse-like pallor and oddly shriveled flesh, though his horrific appearance was made slightly comical by his straw hat and the fact that he was wearing overalls, which are generally not the kind of clothing you take seriously.
The banjo-playing corpse-looking man ambles over to the bar, finding himself a seat; woe betide any sitting next to him, because this weirdo smells like a spice cabinet with a hint of swamp water thrown in.
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I'm think I'm helping, right?
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
(Why not both indeed!)
Olly purchases at least 2 of the TSe specials, and offers a fist bump to Mr. Shift before heading off to trade Token and magical crossbow for a strings. From then on she went around testing out her latest toy throughout the town.
Performance: 17.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
hi
8 or 15
welp
(I meant roll your choice, not roll both and then choose =P either way...)
Gin isn't able to find any information about Alyrina, even though she's apparently sort of a big deal...
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(I thought you said with advantage?)
(Ah I see. Yes, advantage. But the result didn't change =P)
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(Yeah, I just don’t know how to do advantage without rolling twice)
(Back in character, and talking to grianne&eldin)
” Wait, are you one of the people that have fought in the coliseum? Oh my gosh you were incredible!!!”
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Currently playing in: Quest for the Shunned City, Coliseum of Conquest, DragonDenn's Dragonlords, Shipwrecked on Fugue, Tomb of Annihilation, Razor's Lost Mine of Phandelver, The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above
Currently DMing: Princes of the Apocalypse, Out of the Abyss, Coliseum of Conquest—The Arena (Sometimes)
(Cool)
Lumimar reconvenes with Gin. "Did you find anything out about her? I wasn't able to, sadly."
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
“I didn’t see anything, I will keep searching though”
"I will do the same. Maybe some of the other competitors know more. Lets go ask around." Lumimar then goes to try to find a competitor.
OOC: Do I need to make a check for that?
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
Grianne shrieks as Gin questions her and she retreats into Eldin. Suddenly Eldin is holding a small black cat that looks like it really doesnt want to be here.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
“Ok, that was awesome! You can just turn into anything whenever you want!”
Eldin holds the cat close in an attempt to comfort Grianne-cat. He answers Gin's questions, "Ah yes. Nice to meet you. Er... Can we talk later? This is sort of a not great time."
“Bad time? My bad.”
he walks off, even more confused
Eldin leaves the academy with Grianne and goes to the forest where it's quiet so she can calm down a bit without worry of having to talk to people.
The distinctive twang of a banjo rings out as the door of the Glory swings open, with its player soon coming into sight. He was ugly as sin, with his corpse-like pallor and oddly shriveled flesh, though his horrific appearance was made slightly comical by his straw hat and the fact that he was wearing overalls, which are generally not the kind of clothing you take seriously.
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(Banjo Man, remastered. Accept no substitutes.)
The banjo-playing corpse-looking man ambles over to the bar, finding himself a seat; woe betide any sitting next to him, because this weirdo smells like a spice cabinet with a hint of swamp water thrown in.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1