There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
"you are looking for someone. so am I. well, something."
*Read my edit.*
"I don't need or want your help. Go away before I put an arrow through your head." Their melodic voice is getting more and more annoyed, but they don't make any move to draw their weapon.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
*Why do I feel like this character is a CE murderer?*
*because he is a blood hunter who doesnt speak much and is half wererat?I made him super creepy, unnerving*
*This is supposed to be a GOOD party, I think. Not a murderhobo one. And how can someone even be half wererat?*
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
"you are looking for someone. so am I. well, something."
*Read my edit.*
"I don't need or want your help. Go away before I put an arrow through your head." Their melodic voice is getting more and more annoyed, but they don't make any move to draw their weapon.
"you are not very social. are you?"
he walks 20 feet away, and stands in the shadows, watching people passing by
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
*Why do I feel like this character is a CE murderer?*
*because he is a blood hunter who doesnt speak much and is half wererat?I made him super creepy, unnerving*
*This is supposed to be a GOOD party, I think. Not a murderhobo one. And how can someone even be half wererat?*
*order of the lycan bloodhunter. this guy is half wererat, and his whole thing is killing them, because they made him who he is. this guy is a masochist , not a sadist.*
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
*Why do I feel like this character is a CE murderer?*
*because he is a blood hunter who doesnt speak much and is half wererat?I made him super creepy, unnerving*
*This is supposed to be a GOOD party, I think. Not a murderhobo one. And how can someone even be half wererat?*
*order of the lycan bloodhunter. this guy is half wererat, and his whole thing is killing them, because they made him who he is. this guy is a masochist , not a sadist.*
*That's still kinda dark...*
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
"you are looking for someone. so am I. well, something."
*Read my edit.*
"I don't need or want your help. Go away before I put an arrow through your head." Their melodic voice is getting more and more annoyed, but they don't make any move to draw their weapon.
"you are not very social. are you?"
he walks 20 feet away, and stands in the shadows, watching people passing by
The elf continues to ignore him.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
There is an inn near town center, and a trade center in the SW corner
An elf dressed in leather armor with a bow slung over their back sits on the ground in front of the inn, watching the crowd with some annoyance. They have tan skin, long reddish-brown hair, and green eyes.
they see bright red eyes looking at them from a rooftop, and a heavily dressed figure in black armor, wearing a skeleton mask, jumps from the rooftop to the ground. they peer at the elf, and say nothing, sharpening their shortblade.
The elf stands up. "What are you looking at, shortie?" they ask in a lilting voice, annoyed but not aggressive.
in a deep, slightly raspy voice, they speak:"at you, obviously."
"Well, then stop it, and go away." They continue looking out at the street, ignoring the figure.
*Why do I feel like this character is a CE murderer?*
*because he is a blood hunter who doesnt speak much and is half wererat?I made him super creepy, unnerving*
*This is supposed to be a GOOD party, I think. Not a murderhobo one. And how can someone even be half wererat?*
*order of the lycan bloodhunter. this guy is half wererat, and his whole thing is killing them, because they made him who he is. this guy is a masochist , not a sadist.*
*That's still kinda dark...*
*yeah. they cant be evil, but he is dark. I have not played a dark character like him before, so this will be fun*
A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
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A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
"I see we both value privacy."
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously not.” His voice was deep, with a slight accent.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
"I see we both value privacy."
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously not.” His voice was deep, with a slight accent.
"I value my own. not yours. you are not from these parts, are you?"
A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
"I see we both value privacy."
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously not.” His voice was deep, with a slight accent.
"I value my own. not yours. you are not from these parts, are you?"
“Why should I speak to someone who doesn’t give me the respect of my own privacy?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
"I see we both value privacy."
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously not.” His voice was deep, with a slight accent.
"I value my own. not yours. you are not from these parts, are you?"
“Why should I speak to someone who doesn’t give me the respect of my own privacy?”
"does anyone? And if you are not informed, you are not alive. thats a saying in my business"
A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
"I see we both value privacy."
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously not.” His voice was deep, with a slight accent.
"I value my own. not yours. you are not from these parts, are you?"
“Why should I speak to someone who doesn’t give me the respect of my own privacy?”
"does anyone? And if you are not informed, you are not alive. thats a saying in my business"
“Then your business is flawed. Information is finite and breeds layers upon layers of deceit and betrayal.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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"you are looking for someone. so am I. well, something."
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*because he is a blood hunter who doesnt speak much and is half wererat?I made him super creepy, unnerving*
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*Read my edit.*
"I don't need or want your help. Go away before I put an arrow through your head." Their melodic voice is getting more and more annoyed, but they don't make any move to draw their weapon.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*This is supposed to be a GOOD party, I think. Not a murderhobo one. And how can someone even be half wererat?*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"you are not very social. are you?"
he walks 20 feet away, and stands in the shadows, watching people passing by
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*order of the lycan bloodhunter. this guy is half wererat, and his whole thing is killing them, because they made him who he is. this guy is a masochist , not a sadist.*
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*That's still kinda dark...*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
The elf continues to ignore him.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*yeah. they cant be evil, but he is dark. I have not played a dark character like him before, so this will be fun*
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after a bit, dunmir stands up, pulls out his sword, and starts running
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after a bit, he comes back.
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"hello again. may I see that bow? it looks very well made"
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dunmir walks up to the barkeep at the inn.
"hello. have you seen any wererats around?"
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A dark skinned man with long dreads pulled into a messy ponytail entered the room silently, pulling up a chair in the far corner. A scarf obscured part of his face, but his attire marked him as a clear foreigner. A large glaive was strapped to his back, and a cold aura emanated from his hazel gaze.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
the black clothing covered figure walks up to him.
"I see we both value privacy."
N/A
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously not.” His voice was deep, with a slight accent.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"I value my own. not yours. you are not from these parts, are you?"
N/A
“Why should I speak to someone who doesn’t give me the respect of my own privacy?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"does anyone? And if you are not informed, you are not alive. thats a saying in my business"
N/A
“Then your business is flawed. Information is finite and breeds layers upon layers of deceit and betrayal.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ