*frick all the notifications from this have been getting buried... what's happening?*
(OOC: We had dinner with the farmer, and now his crops are being attacked by giant, firey locusts, which are now attacking us. So, Vulcan is now in a battle that maybe they didn't want... sorry.)
*That's okay. I'll roll init when I get to his sheet which I... currently cannot find.*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
(It looks like the original rolls in the post all rerolled when you edited it. Was the 24 in the quote the original roll?)
(I'm just seeing that, too. I believe it was 24. I remember seeing that and that the attack on Kravik was a 9, which is why I posted that he easily avoided it. But now the original says that one was 23, which Kravik would NOT be avoiding. It also says 22 for the attack on Aydlott, so even the reroll doesn't like Aydlott...)
(OOC: Oh, huh. I didn't realize that. Lemme change that back)
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator merry christmas to y’all, and to y’all a good night (i’m tired ok?) you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
(It looks like the original rolls in the post all rerolled when you edited it. Was the 24 in the quote the original roll?)
(I'm just seeing that, too. I believe it was 24. I remember seeing that and that the attack on Kravik was a 9, which is why I posted that he easily avoided it. But now the original says that one was 23, which Kravik would NOT be avoiding. It also says 22 for the attack on Aydlott, so even the reroll doesn't like Aydlott...)
(OOC: Oh, huh. I didn't realize that. Lemme change that back)
(OOC: Changed to how I originally remember them. Sorry, y'all)
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator merry christmas to y’all, and to y’all a good night (i’m tired ok?) you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
As the flaming locusts leap into defense, one of them coming straight at him, Aydlott gasps in horror, reining his horse back. The animal squeals and twists around, unfortunately allowing the slashing legs access to Aydlott's back. His leather armor absorbs some of the blow, blackening under the fire. Aydlott grits his teeth against a yell as he pivots the horse away and spurs it to escape the onslaught (on his next turn).
Kyvir shakes his head and just keeps walking, at first, he leads him towards the unfriendly part of town, but when he reaches the border, he stops.
"You know... Lying to someone who is going out of their way to help you... Isn't a great way to start a relationship..."
Kyvir's wings flare out, as if he's trying to intimidate.
"I hope we aren't getting off on the wrong foot..."
((Dice Rolls:))
Intimidation: 21 + Guidance: 2
Tobias freezes when Kyvir’s wings flare.
His smile slips away, really slips, and he instinctively takes a step back, both hands raised in surrender.
“Alright… alright. You’re right. That wasn’t fair of me.”
He breathes out slowly, eyes dropping for a moment before he forces the grin back on. Not his usual big performer grin. A smaller, tighter, slicker one.
“But let’s be honest, friend… intimidation isn’t exactly a good way to start a relationship either.”
He relaxes his posture a bit, then lowers his hands and extends one for a handshake.
“So. Let’s start over.”
“Hi. My name is Tobias Quinn… and I’m looking for someone who’s been taken.”
His smile softens into something almost real.
“That is the truth.”
As the handshake hangs between them, Tobias watches Kyvir’s face closely—every twitch, every blink, every shift in expression—checking for even the smallest reaction to his name.
(OOC: Would that be a roll, cause I don't think he has anything to do with it but my character would be suspicious of pretty much everyone)
*That's okay. I'll roll init when I get to his sheet which I... currently cannot find.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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(OOC: Oh, huh. I didn't realize that. Lemme change that back)
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
merry christmas to y’all, and to y’all a good night (i’m tired ok?)
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
(OOC: Changed to how I originally remember them. Sorry, y'all)
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
merry christmas to y’all, and to y’all a good night (i’m tired ok?)
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
As the flaming locusts leap into defense, one of them coming straight at him, Aydlott gasps in horror, reining his horse back. The animal squeals and twists around, unfortunately allowing the slashing legs access to Aydlott's back. His leather armor absorbs some of the blow, blackening under the fire. Aydlott grits his teeth against a yell as he pivots the horse away and spurs it to escape the onslaught (on his next turn).
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Tobias freezes when Kyvir’s wings flare.
His smile slips away, really slips, and he instinctively takes a step back, both hands raised in surrender.
“Alright… alright. You’re right. That wasn’t fair of me.”
He breathes out slowly, eyes dropping for a moment before he forces the grin back on. Not his usual big performer grin. A smaller, tighter, slicker one.
“But let’s be honest, friend… intimidation isn’t exactly a good way to start a relationship either.”
He relaxes his posture a bit, then lowers his hands and extends one for a handshake.
“So. Let’s start over.”
“Hi. My name is Tobias Quinn… and I’m looking for someone who’s been taken.”
His smile softens into something almost real.
“That is the truth.”
As the handshake hangs between them, Tobias watches Kyvir’s face closely—every twitch, every blink, every shift in expression—checking for even the smallest reaction to his name.
(OOC: Would that be a roll, cause I don't think he has anything to do with it but my character would be suspicious of pretty much everyone)