Wannabe was hunting a Man who was selling people to other people.
*How honorable of wannabe*
*he's being him lol*
He loads his sniper and aims it at the mans head, watching the bullet go through like a knife through butter.
*Screw it, might as well add carrion*
Carrion is dispatching this guys guards (With brutal efficiency) and generally carving a path of carnage through the bad guys.
Wannabe jumps down and sweeps carrion off his feet "that was cute of you"
"Thanks, but could you put me down? I've got criminals to kill."
*How tall is wannabe? Carrion is 6" 5*
*damn nevermind. Wanabe is 6'1*
*Cool. what does he do instead?*
Wannabe walks over and smiles "that was cute" he said, looking over the rim of his sunglasses.
*BTW, his sunglasses are the round kind, I wanted to give him flair while making him look badass*
"Thanks,want to help me kill the rest of them or not?" He says while strangling someone
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*Can't really respond right now, I'm playing halo infinite*
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Wannabe was hunting a Man who was selling people to other people.
*How honorable of wannabe*
*he's being him lol*
He loads his sniper and aims it at the mans head, watching the bullet go through like a knife through butter.
*Screw it, might as well add carrion*
Carrion is dispatching this guys guards (With brutal efficiency) and generally carving a path of carnage through the bad guys.
Wannabe jumps down and sweeps carrion off his feet "that was cute of you"
"Thanks, but could you put me down? I've got criminals to kill."
*How tall is wannabe? Carrion is 6" 5*
*damn nevermind. Wanabe is 6'1*
*Cool. what does he do instead?*
Wannabe walks over and smiles "that was cute" he said, looking over the rim of his sunglasses.
*BTW, his sunglasses are the round kind, I wanted to give him flair while making him look badass*
"Thanks,want to help me kill the rest of them or not?" He says while strangling someone
wannabe nodded, putting his glasses in his pocket. his eyes were neon pink with flecks of deep red, like passion.
he loads a gun then hits three guys in the head
Carrion drops the guy and draws his sword, decapitating three people with a single swing then moving on to the rest of them.
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Wannabe was hunting a Man who was selling people to other people.
*How honorable of wannabe*
*he's being him lol*
He loads his sniper and aims it at the mans head, watching the bullet go through like a knife through butter.
*Screw it, might as well add carrion*
Carrion is dispatching this guys guards (With brutal efficiency) and generally carving a path of carnage through the bad guys.
Wannabe jumps down and sweeps carrion off his feet "that was cute of you"
"Thanks, but could you put me down? I've got criminals to kill."
*How tall is wannabe? Carrion is 6" 5*
*damn nevermind. Wanabe is 6'1*
*Cool. what does he do instead?*
Wannabe walks over and smiles "that was cute" he said, looking over the rim of his sunglasses.
*BTW, his sunglasses are the round kind, I wanted to give him flair while making him look badass*
"Thanks,want to help me kill the rest of them or not?" He says while strangling someone
wannabe nodded, putting his glasses in his pocket. his eyes were neon pink with flecks of deep red, like passion.
he loads a gun then hits three guys in the head
Carrion drops the guy and draws his sword, decapitating three people with a single swing then moving on to the rest of them.
*when you flick a ladybug off your lamp and you see it fly across the room.*
Wannabe laughs in pure maddness. he loved this
*I assume they tag team the bad guys?*
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
A heavily laden duergar lies facedown on the doorstep. A chest, a shield, a blunderbuss, and a backpack lay on his back, and a spear-pierced skull is tattooed on the back of his neck. It appears he has collapsed. His legs are twitching as if from running too long, and his shirt is torn in several places. On his feet, he wears only a cloth wrapping. On the back of his hand, which reaches out for the doorway, is branded the symbol of a broken sword.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A heavily laden duergar lies facedown on the doorstep. A chest, a shield, a blunderbuss, and a backpack lay on his back, and a spear-pierced skull is tattooed on the back of his neck. It appears he has collapsed. His legs are twitching as if from running too long, and his shirt is torn in several places. On his feet, he wears only a cloth wrapping. On the back of his hand, which reaches out for the doorway, is branded the symbol of a broken sword.
Without thinking, and some clever usage of the surroundings, he dragged them in and used his hooded cloak and gloves to help hide his identity, as well as moving his weaponry under the table, and putting the Tiefling's drink into the newcomer's hand. he couldn't help with the twitching, but as for everything else, it could fool anyone who didn't roll over his bluff check
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tench walks back into the tavern, a grin spread over his face like butter, his hat fillet to the brim with gold. His smile falters a bit when he sees the duergar with Bloodfang. "Who be that?" he asks, as he pours the money into his pack.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Tench walks back into the tavern, a grin spread over his face like butter, his hat fillet to the brim with gold. His smile falters a bit when he sees the duergar with Bloodfang. "Who be that?" he asks, as he pours the money into his pack.
" 'tis a newcomer, Tench. 'e must've been running from something, or more likely, someone. he's knocked out now, but if ye don't say anything about anything relatin to 'im, i'll pay again for beers"
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"What be that on his back?" Tench takes a closer look at the sea chest, then a look of disbelief strikes him as he trips over himself and scrambles backward. He is obviously shook. His eyes glaze over and he begins shouting at no one. "Trim the mainsail and weigh anchor, ye scumrats! Ye'll ne'er see the end o' this arcane storm if ye relent fire." Tench gets up and smashes a bottle over the counter, "I'll never let those god-forsaken Waterdhavian bastards take her! They'll have to dredge her in pieces from the bottom of the harbor!" he then rushes at Bloodfang with the bottle, an unhinged cry loosing itself from his throat.
"What be that on his back?" Tench takes a closer look at the sea chest, then a look of disbelief strikes him as he trips over himself and scrambles backward. He is obviously shook. His eyes glaze over and he begins shouting at no one. "Trim the mainsail and weigh anchor, ye scumrats! Ye'll ne'er see the end o' this arcane storm if ye relent fire." Tench gets up and smashes a bottle over the counter, "I'll never let those god-forsaken Waterdhavian bastards take her! They'll have to dredge her in pieces from the bottom of the harbor!" he then rushes at Bloodfang with the bottle, an unhinged cry loosing itself from his throat.
The backpedaling and words made sure that bloodfang of the northern realms was ready. with a single movement, he simply grabs Tench by the arm that holds the bottle as he says in the most calming manner he could muster at this moment, without a single thread of rage "Tench, calm down, we aren't near the Sword Coast, and if we were, i doubt anyone would care about your location"
*roll for athletics with the character sheet named Bloodfang on my bio: 21
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"What be that on his back?" Tench takes a closer look at the sea chest, then a look of disbelief strikes him as he trips over himself and scrambles backward. He is obviously shook. His eyes glaze over and he begins shouting at no one. "Trim the mainsail and weigh anchor, ye scumrats! Ye'll ne'er see the end o' this arcane storm if ye relent fire." Tench gets up and smashes a bottle over the counter, "I'll never let those god-forsaken Waterdhavian bastards take her! They'll have to dredge her in pieces from the bottom of the harbor!" he then rushes at Bloodfang with the bottle, an unhinged cry loosing itself from his throat.
The backpedaling and words made sure that bloodfang of the northern realms was ready. with a single movement, he simply grabs Tench by the arm that holds the bottle as he says in the most calming manner he could muster at this moment, without a single thread of rage "Tench, calm down, we aren't near the Sword Coast, and if we were, i doubt anyone would care about your location"
*roll for athletics with the character sheet named Bloodfang on my bio: 13
He calms down a bit, but is still breathing shakily, and is drenched with sweat. He drops the bottle and then chokes out the words “That be a munitions locker from me old ship. I was the only survivor when it sank, and I’ll skin that irreverent thief alive in the name of me crew.” he tries to get past Bllodfang (he’s obviously lucid now)
"What be that on his back?" Tench takes a closer look at the sea chest, then a look of disbelief strikes him as he trips over himself and scrambles backward. He is obviously shook. His eyes glaze over and he begins shouting at no one. "Trim the mainsail and weigh anchor, ye scumrats! Ye'll ne'er see the end o' this arcane storm if ye relent fire." Tench gets up and smashes a bottle over the counter, "I'll never let those god-forsaken Waterdhavian bastards take her! They'll have to dredge her in pieces from the bottom of the harbor!" he then rushes at Bloodfang with the bottle, an unhinged cry loosing itself from his throat.
The backpedaling and words made sure that bloodfang of the northern realms was ready. with a single movement, he simply grabs Tench by the arm that holds the bottle as he says in the most calming manner he could muster at this moment, without a single thread of rage "Tench, calm down, we aren't near the Sword Coast, and if we were, i doubt anyone would care about your location"
*roll for athletics with the character sheet named Bloodfang on my bio: 13
He calms down a bit, but is still breathing shakily, and is drenched with sweat. He drops the bottle and then chokes out the words “That be a munitions locker from me old ship. I was the only survivor when it sank, and I’ll skin that irreverent thief alive in the name of me crew.” he tries to get past Bllodfang (he’s obviously lucid now)
"calm the hell down Tench, he must've found it washed ashore, and decided t'give it t'you" he spoke clearly and calmly, explaining to his friend what might've happened
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
“We shall see” he says and flips back the hood. Left dumbstruck for the second time in as many minutes, he gently lowers the hood and covers the man with his blanket. Tench’s eyes are brimming with tears.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*Can't really respond right now, I'm playing halo infinite*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
wannabe nodded, putting his glasses in his pocket. his eyes were neon pink with flecks of deep red, like passion.
he loads a gun then hits three guys in the head
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
bloodfang felled a tree, which wasn't a huge one, but he fell a tree all right. he dragged it to the sawmill to get it managable
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Carrion drops the guy and draws his sword, decapitating three people with a single swing then moving on to the rest of them.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*when you flick a ladybug off your lamp and you see it fly across the room.*
Wannabe laughs in pure maddness. he loved this
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I assume they tag team the bad guys?*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
bloodfang finished his work, and headed back into the tavern to rest
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tench is busking on the street corner, playing "The Cruel Wars"
Bloodfang hears a thump at the tavern door
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
the Tiefling sighs, as he opens the door, eyes narrow as he puts a hand on the axe hanging off his back
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
A heavily laden duergar lies facedown on the doorstep. A chest, a shield, a blunderbuss, and a backpack lay on his back, and a spear-pierced skull is tattooed on the back of his neck. It appears he has collapsed. His legs are twitching as if from running too long, and his shirt is torn in several places. On his feet, he wears only a cloth wrapping. On the back of his hand, which reaches out for the doorway, is branded the symbol of a broken sword.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Without thinking, and some clever usage of the surroundings, he dragged them in and used his hooded cloak and gloves to help hide his identity, as well as moving his weaponry under the table, and putting the Tiefling's drink into the newcomer's hand. he couldn't help with the twitching, but as for everything else, it could fool anyone who didn't roll over his bluff check
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tench walks back into the tavern, a grin spread over his face like butter, his hat fillet to the brim with gold. His smile falters a bit when he sees the duergar with Bloodfang. "Who be that?" he asks, as he pours the money into his pack.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
" 'tis a newcomer, Tench. 'e must've been running from something, or more likely, someone. he's knocked out now, but if ye don't say anything about anything relatin to 'im, i'll pay again for beers"
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"What be that on his back?" Tench takes a closer look at the sea chest, then a look of disbelief strikes him as he trips over himself and scrambles backward. He is obviously shook. His eyes glaze over and he begins shouting at no one. "Trim the mainsail and weigh anchor, ye scumrats! Ye'll ne'er see the end o' this arcane storm if ye relent fire." Tench gets up and smashes a bottle over the counter, "I'll never let those god-forsaken Waterdhavian bastards take her! They'll have to dredge her in pieces from the bottom of the harbor!" he then rushes at Bloodfang with the bottle, an unhinged cry loosing itself from his throat.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*GTG*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The backpedaling and words made sure that bloodfang of the northern realms was ready. with a single movement, he simply grabs Tench by the arm that holds the bottle as he says in the most calming manner he could muster at this moment, without a single thread of rage "Tench, calm down, we aren't near the Sword Coast, and if we were, i doubt anyone would care about your location"
*roll for athletics with the character sheet named Bloodfang on my bio: 21
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
He calms down a bit, but is still breathing shakily, and is drenched with sweat. He drops the bottle and then chokes out the words “That be a munitions locker from me old ship. I was the only survivor when it sank, and I’ll skin that irreverent thief alive in the name of me crew.” he tries to get past Bllodfang (he’s obviously lucid now)
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"calm the hell down Tench, he must've found it washed ashore, and decided t'give it t'you" he spoke clearly and calmly, explaining to his friend what might've happened
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
“We shall see” he says and flips back the hood. Left dumbstruck for the second time in as many minutes, he gently lowers the hood and covers the man with his blanket. Tench’s eyes are brimming with tears.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"