Suddenly, an immensely powerful force blows down the door to the tavern. You cannot see anything, but you feel it. It is as if the air itself has come alive. You hear an airy whisper: "This is the last thing I will do for you son, before you accomplish your task." The bird-man's wound closes, but he is still passed out.
Marsh finds some money, buys a room upstairs for the bird-man, then carries him up to the room. He lays him on the bed, then walks back downstairs and sits back down.
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I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
Lurking out of the forest is a wood elf. He is covered in mud and has twigs all in his hair. He is wearing very little on his chest, exposing all these marks along his body. Some look like old animal bites while others look like old scars from blades. He approaches with a deer hanging on his shoulder, which has been ripped and torn from what looks like claw marks. The man approaches this crowd that is beginning to form around some bird man. He drops the deer on the ground and approaches. He will say in a deep voice
What is going on here. Why is their a bird on the ground?
He looks at the bird, unsure on what just happened.
Lurking out of the forest is a wood elf. He is covered in mud and has twigs all in his hair. He is wearing very little on his chest, exposing all these marks along his body. Some look like old animal bites while others look like old scars from blades. He approaches with a deer hanging on his shoulder, which has been ripped and torn from what looks like claw marks. The man approaches this crowd that is beginning to form around some bird man. He drops the deer on the ground and approaches. He will say in a deep voice
What is going on here. Why is their a bird on the ground?
He looks at the bird, unsure on what just happened.
"I'm not quite sure, I'm just looking for... a friend."
Lurking out of the forest is a wood elf. He is covered in mud and has twigs all in his hair. He is wearing very little on his chest, exposing all these marks along his body. Some look like old animal bites while others look like old scars from blades. He approaches with a deer hanging on his shoulder, which has been ripped and torn from what looks like claw marks. The man approaches this crowd that is beginning to form around some bird man. He drops the deer on the ground and approaches. He will say in a deep voice
What is going on here. Why is their a bird on the ground?
He looks at the bird, unsure on what just happened.
"I'm not quite sure, I'm just looking for... a friend."
"Speaking of which..." the shadowy figure reaches into his pack and pulls out a drawing "Have you seen this person anywhere?"
The wood elf looks at this drawing that the gnome has presented. After spending what feels like days in the forests with not a soul in sight, he was unsure of who the figure was. He hands back the drawing and says
I’m sorry mate, haven’t seen anyone like that in the forests.
He reaches down, picks up the deer over his shoulders and continues to a merchant to sell it. As he is leaving he looks at the gnome and says
Hope you find your friend.
He continues to the merchant. Afterwards he will go to the tavern and order a drink.
The bird-ghost once again says: "I saw that person on my way hear, and I also saw an adventurers guild too!"... But no one seems to see, or hear him. "WHY CAN NO ONE HEAR ME!!!"
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I will pit fight for a week (xgte rules) at the gladiator arena, gaining free food from it. Athletics check DC: 21 Check (advantage because I'm gigantic) 14. Unarmed strike (replacing acrobatics check) DC 11 attack: 17. Hit dice check DC 19 roll: 14. I might get some money, and I become a minor celebrity due to by popular demand. Complication on a two or one: 17.
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Pronouns: he/him/his.
My posting scheduled is irregular: sometimes I can post twice a week, sometimes twice a day. I may also respond to quick questions, but ignore harder responses in favor of time.
My location is where my character for my home game is (we're doing the wild beyond the witchlight).
"The Doomvault... Probably full of unicorns and rainbows." -An imaginary quote
I will pit fight for a week (xgte rules) at the gladiator arena, gaining free food from it. Athletics check DC: 18 Check (advantage because I'm gigantic) 20. Unarmed strike (replacing acrobatics check) DC 16 attack: 16. Hit dice check DC 14 roll: 16. I might get some money, and I become a minor celebrity due to by popular demand. Complication on a two or one: 19.
Yay! 200 gp. I don't even need to adventure to get rich. Of course that's too easy for Gordon - he wants to prove himself.
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Pronouns: he/him/his.
My posting scheduled is irregular: sometimes I can post twice a week, sometimes twice a day. I may also respond to quick questions, but ignore harder responses in favor of time.
My location is where my character for my home game is (we're doing the wild beyond the witchlight).
"The Doomvault... Probably full of unicorns and rainbows." -An imaginary quote
After dealing with the deer, Dorian will head to the tavern and order some food and drink. While he is enjoying his refreshments he will look around the tavern to see if there are any interesting characters coming through. He takes note of the goblin, but decides to leave it be. When Dorian moves in the tavern he walks mud all over the floor, although this doesn’t bother him what so ever. He will remain in the tavern, making sure to overhear about any new jobs or gossip that the patrons are talking about.
Seeing all this, Marsh runs up to the bird-man, and casts the spare the dying cantrip, stabilizing him for now.
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
Suddenly, an immensely powerful force blows down the door to the tavern. You cannot see anything, but you feel it. It is as if the air itself has come alive. You hear an airy whisper: "This is the last thing I will do for you son, before you accomplish your task." The bird-man's wound closes, but he is still passed out.
-Archie
Zylna looks pretty dumbfounded. "What the hells was that?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
You see the bird-man stir, but it doesn't seem like he will wake up anytime soon.
-Archie
A shadowy figure enters the recently blown down door, and sits down at a table in the corner"
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Marsh finds some money, buys a room upstairs for the bird-man, then carries him up to the room. He lays him on the bed, then walks back downstairs and sits back down.
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
Lurking out of the forest is a wood elf. He is covered in mud and has twigs all in his hair. He is wearing very little on his chest, exposing all these marks along his body. Some look like old animal bites while others look like old scars from blades. He approaches with a deer hanging on his shoulder, which has been ripped and torn from what looks like claw marks. The man approaches this crowd that is beginning to form around some bird man. He drops the deer on the ground and approaches. He will say in a deep voice
What is going on here. Why is their a bird on the ground?
He looks at the bird, unsure on what just happened.
"I'm not quite sure, I'm just looking for... a friend."
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
"Speaking of which..." the shadowy figure reaches into his pack and pulls out a drawing "Have you seen this person anywhere?"
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Out of nowhere, a bird-like ghost says: "Oh, I saw a person in a cloak that may have been that person, while I was running here.
-Archie
"This is an interesting city....Does anyone know if there is an adventurers guild here?"
The wood elf looks at this drawing that the gnome has presented. After spending what feels like days in the forests with not a soul in sight, he was unsure of who the figure was. He hands back the drawing and says
I’m sorry mate, haven’t seen anyone like that in the forests.
He reaches down, picks up the deer over his shoulders and continues to a merchant to sell it. As he is leaving he looks at the gnome and says
Hope you find your friend.
He continues to the merchant. Afterwards he will go to the tavern and order a drink.
The bird-ghost once again says: "I saw that person on my way hear, and I also saw an adventurers guild too!"... But no one seems to see, or hear him. "WHY CAN NO ONE HEAR ME!!!"
-Archie
(OOC: Is anyone actually able to see him, or is he meant to be ignored?)
Zylna sighs as she gets a room, muttering to herself about a crazy week.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
(if you have any necrotic spells, you can see him)(also, if you are a tiefling or aasimer)(animals can also see him)
-Archie
I will pit fight for a week (xgte rules) at the gladiator arena, gaining free food from it. Athletics check DC: 21 Check (advantage because I'm gigantic) 14. Unarmed strike (replacing acrobatics check) DC 11 attack: 17. Hit dice check DC 19 roll: 14. I might get some money, and I become a minor celebrity due to by popular demand. Complication on a two or one: 17.
Pronouns: he/him/his.
My posting scheduled is irregular: sometimes I can post twice a week, sometimes twice a day. I may also respond to quick questions, but ignore harder responses in favor of time.
My location is where my character for my home game is (we're doing the wild beyond the witchlight).
"The Doomvault... Probably full of unicorns and rainbows." -An imaginary quote
Yay! 200 gp. I don't even need to adventure to get rich. Of course that's too easy for Gordon - he wants to prove himself.
Pronouns: he/him/his.
My posting scheduled is irregular: sometimes I can post twice a week, sometimes twice a day. I may also respond to quick questions, but ignore harder responses in favor of time.
My location is where my character for my home game is (we're doing the wild beyond the witchlight).
"The Doomvault... Probably full of unicorns and rainbows." -An imaginary quote
After dealing with the deer, Dorian will head to the tavern and order some food and drink. While he is enjoying his refreshments he will look around the tavern to see if there are any interesting characters coming through. He takes note of the goblin, but decides to leave it be. When Dorian moves in the tavern he walks mud all over the floor, although this doesn’t bother him what so ever. He will remain in the tavern, making sure to overhear about any new jobs or gossip that the patrons are talking about.
Bird-ghost mutters under his breath: "this is so annoying... CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!!"
-Archie
The owl on zatz's shoulder looks at you tilting his head
Zatz then says "I cant see or hear you. but my familiar can. We can communicate through him if need be"