Bryttin slowly rises from her seat, cursing the boat driver under her breath, "Stupid youngin' always trying the newest technology. Back in my day, we used the legs that God gave us and I sure don't remember this kind of jostling." She picks up her walking stick and begins to slowly make her way to the front of the boat. Seeing the robot handing out maps, she approaches the robot tentatively and tries to poke it with her cane. "Fandangeled metal toys, I don't need a tin can to tell me where to go! Next thing you know we'll be using metal toilet paper." Grumbling quietly, she approaches the admissions desk, shoving aside any youngin' dumb enough to get in her way. "Old woman comin' through. Get the hell outta my way before my cane finds its way up your ass."
(She is making a bit of a ruckus but she doesn't really care)
Weldric sees Bryttin’s commotion. He approaches her and says “Hail and well met m’lady. May I be of service? I am Weldric, warrior for Bahamut.” He then slightly bows to her.
Weldric sees Bryttin’s commotion. He approaches her and says “Hail and well met m’lady. May I be of service? I am Weldric, warrior for Bahamut.” He then slightly bows to her.
I forgot to mention this, but this world has its own lore, so Bahamut Doesnt exist.
"Why didn't I fly," Garumehr grumbles, grabbing at a map. "Where can I get some good fish'n'chips 'round here?" he says, brashly, flying towards the admissions desk. "It feels so good to stretch these things out. I don't know how you all do it, crammed together like that. Not very good social distancing, what if there's some sort of bug that can spread from one species to another, and everyone is just in this little floating tin can."
As he lands at the admissions desk (obliviously cutting in front of everyone), he then looks at the map, and says queitly, "So, as you can see, I am a humble monk, doing a little travelling, and..." he realizes he can't read the map. "I... can't read this-- what language is this?"
He looks down, and whispers to himself "I think I've made a terrible mistake."
Bryttin eyes up at the tall gold creature that approached her. She gives him a long look up and down before she replies. "You're a lot nicer than the other rustbucket... I didn't know they made tin cans that look like dragons. And if you are so eager to help, then why don't you get me through this crowd." She taps his muscular arm with her cane and gestures towards the admissions desk.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Weldric laughs softly offers his arm to Bryttin. “I am not a machine. I am descended from dragons...Dragonborn they call us. Might I inquire your name m’lady?” he says and walks her to the admissions desk. “I don't know about you, but I’m wary of this...technology I think they call it. Living machines...an abomination.”
A tall, messily dressed young adult standing nearby (aka Celsior) says to you “I’m not sure, they sure make a fine thing to look at”
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Seeing the arm offered to her, her demeanor softens a bit. She replies, "Well, aren't you a gentleman! I'm glad at least some people have some sense regarding these contraptions." she nods towards both the dragonborn and the elf. Turning back to the dragonborn, she says, "My name is Bryttin. What would yours be?" She reaches out and takes his arm, letting him guide her towards the desk.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Jaikul exits the boat and moves toward the apparent line now at the admissions desk, looking with disdain at the metal robot.
hi
i'm new how can i play Lortfh Lands
Weldric gets in the registration line and takes a map from the robot, eying it suspiciously....
Please re-read first post.
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Weldric sees Bryttin’s commotion. He approaches her and says “Hail and well met m’lady. May I be of service? I am Weldric, warrior for Bahamut.” He then slightly bows to her.
I forgot to mention this, but this world has its own lore, so Bahamut Doesnt exist.
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
The robot hands out maps to all (It has 10 hands) and unfortunately, it is in a language none of you can read.
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Faustus smiles at the gargantuan statue and accepts a map. He feels better with solid ground under his feet.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
What’s a good deity for a Dragonborn pally in this world?
Weldric looks at the map quizzically...He turns it sideways...upside down...Sighing, he folds up the map and sticks it in his pocket.
"Why didn't I fly," Garumehr grumbles, grabbing at a map. "Where can I get some good fish'n'chips 'round here?" he says, brashly, flying towards the admissions desk. "It feels so good to stretch these things out. I don't know how you all do it, crammed together like that. Not very good social distancing, what if there's some sort of bug that can spread from one species to another, and everyone is just in this little floating tin can."
As he lands at the admissions desk (obliviously cutting in front of everyone), he then looks at the map, and says queitly, "So, as you can see, I am a humble monk, doing a little travelling, and..." he realizes he can't read the map. "I... can't read this-- what language is this?"
He looks down, and whispers to himself "I think I've made a terrible mistake."
I am an auto-generated signature. Aren't I wonderful?
(OOC: Oops! Sorry about that... Won't happen again!)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Bryttin eyes up at the tall gold creature that approached her. She gives him a long look up and down before she replies. "You're a lot nicer than the other rustbucket... I didn't know they made tin cans that look like dragons. And if you are so eager to help, then why don't you get me through this crowd." She taps his muscular arm with her cane and gestures towards the admissions desk.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Weldric laughs softly offers his arm to Bryttin. “I am not a machine. I am descended from dragons...Dragonborn they call us. Might I inquire your name m’lady?” he says and walks her to the admissions desk. “I don't know about you, but I’m wary of this...technology I think they call it. Living machines...an abomination.”
A tall, messily dressed young adult standing nearby (aka Celsior) says to you “I’m not sure, they sure make a fine thing to look at”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Jaikul overhears Weldric. "I agree. Anything made mostly of metal cannot be too good."
Seeing the arm offered to her, her demeanor softens a bit. She replies, "Well, aren't you a gentleman! I'm glad at least some people have some sense regarding these contraptions." she nods towards both the dragonborn and the elf. Turning back to the dragonborn, she says, "My name is Bryttin. What would yours be?" She reaches out and takes his arm, letting him guide her towards the desk.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
“My name is Weldric, Bryttin” Weldric replies. He then turns to Jaikul “Indeed my friend...”
"Interesting..is there any food around here?"
Jerigg looks at the map trying to figure it out.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale