"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
"Eh, I don't care too much 'bout money."
"Wanna bet?"
"I personally just like shiny things. Its really just metal,"
"I don't make formal gambles until 5."
"Oh gods, you're a hoarder, aren't you?"
"How 'bout an informal one?"
"NO!." He's quiet for a moment, "Well, kinda."
"As in, if i think you can hurt me?"
He sighs. "Just my luck. Well, I'll at least remember to keep you away from my stash."
"I don't care too much about the wording, I'm just gonna punch ya. Whether or not there's a bet now."
"Hey, i'm a not a thief. Against things other than other pirates."
"I don't think you want to do that. Is this how your family raised you?"
"Pirates are just a subset of thieves."
"I think I do. And I raised myself." On that cheerful note, she steps back and releases a punch right across his light face.
18 to hit *if it's necessary*, and 16 damage *Also if necessarry*
*For rp context, her punch is literally a ton more stronger than normal humans should be able to make. I'll let you see her character sheet if you haven't seen it before if you want a better idea for what I mean. :)*
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"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
Carric gets up and approches, not exactly hiding, though not anoucing his precsence
Without even turning around, the glowing light person picks them up by the back of the collar
Carric punches them in the gut, his fist basicly the hulkbuster fist
Make a (checking stuff) constitution save
*im assuming this is out of barrier?*
26 if that fails, indomibitable: 23
*More a reactionary thing. Again, i'm still working on balancing stuff, so anyone who feels like he's to strong for the position i've set him at, please tell me.*
*Cool, though I can also adjust*
Carric is going to puch them 18 Hit: 3 and you are pushed 10 feet away
Carric is carried along with them, "You have interesting force behind your blows little one."
*new charecter time WOOOO!* Carric walks out of the forest, and looks around, surveying the land around the tavern (looks like Gideon Jura, though its a half elf)
*I assume that's me.*
He's chillin at the bar.
"your new here" he says, walking up behind them
He twirls around on his stool to face Galax. "Ye, I am, Captain Obvious." He chuckles and sips his drink.
"Names Galax, you probably saw me the otherday fighting with Kinsley"
"Oh yeah, you had that little gun."
"Thats what you saw, In reality I was holding nothing more than a twig"
"Oh, an illusionist?"
"Yes, though I prefer the weight of a sword in my hand than a spell on my lips, though with kinsley..." He shrugs "he tried to turn my hair pink once, evan though I have no Hair. he also likes to steal my stuff"
He shudders. "Pink hair is never a good style choice, especially if you don't have hair in the first place."
"Agreed"
"Oh yeah, name's Carsta."
"Nice to meet you Carsta"
"Likewise. Say, wanna drink?"
"Of course"
"Great! What do ya like?"
"anything you willing to pay for!"
"Ah, one of those, got it." Carsta chuckles and places an order for a bottle of FireballTM, a Wizard's Spells' Worth of a Drink!
"Many thanks Freind"
He smiled as he handed a cup of it to Galax. "No problem." He holds his cup up in a cheers manner. "To new friends!"
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"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
"Eh, I don't care too much 'bout money."
"Wanna bet?"
"I personally just like shiny things. Its really just metal,"
"I don't make formal gambles until 5."
"Oh gods, you're a hoarder, aren't you?"
"How 'bout an informal one?"
"NO!." He's quiet for a moment, "Well, kinda."
"As in, if i think you can hurt me?"
He sighs. "Just my luck. Well, I'll at least remember to keep you away from my stash."
"I don't care too much about the wording, I'm just gonna punch ya. Whether or not there's a bet now."
"Hey, i'm a not a thief. Against things other than other pirates."
"I don't think you want to do that. Is this how your family raised you?"
"Pirates are just a subset of thieves."
"I think I do. And I raised myself." On that cheerful note, she steps back and releases a punch right across his light face.
27 to hit *if it's necessary*, and 18 damage *Also if necessarry*
*For rp context, her punch is literally a ton more stronger than normal humans should be able to make. I'll let you see her character sheet if you haven't seen it before if you want a better idea for what I mean. :)*
"Hey, thats rude. I'm a collector." He frowns
He doesn't attempt to block the blow, simply staring back at her as usual, "So, you've either been abandoned at a young age, or you're an orphan."
"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
Carric gets up and approches, not exactly hiding, though not anoucing his precsence
Without even turning around, the glowing light person picks them up by the back of the collar
Carric punches them in the gut, his fist basicly the hulkbuster fist
Make a (checking stuff) constitution save
*im assuming this is out of barrier?*
26 if that fails, indomibitable: 23
*More a reactionary thing. Again, i'm still working on balancing stuff, so anyone who feels like he's to strong for the position i've set him at, please tell me.*
*Cool, though I can also adjust*
Carric is going to puch them 18 Hit: 3 and you are pushed 10 feet away
Carric is carried along with them, "You have interesting force behind your blows little one."
Carric does some sort of backflip, 26 to break free, and lightboy gets kicked in the face Attack: 28 Damage: 6
"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
"Eh, I don't care too much 'bout money."
"Wanna bet?"
"I personally just like shiny things. Its really just metal,"
"I don't make formal gambles until 5."
"Oh gods, you're a hoarder, aren't you?"
"How 'bout an informal one?"
"NO!." He's quiet for a moment, "Well, kinda."
"As in, if i think you can hurt me?"
He sighs. "Just my luck. Well, I'll at least remember to keep you away from my stash."
"I don't care too much about the wording, I'm just gonna punch ya. Whether or not there's a bet now."
"Hey, i'm a not a thief. Against things other than other pirates."
"I don't think you want to do that. Is this how your family raised you?"
"Pirates are just a subset of thieves."
"I think I do. And I raised myself." On that cheerful note, she steps back and releases a punch right across his light face.
27 to hit *if it's necessary*, and 18 damage *Also if necessarry*
*For rp context, her punch is literally a ton more stronger than normal humans should be able to make. I'll let you see her character sheet if you haven't seen it before if you want a better idea for what I mean. :)*
"Hey, thats rude. I'm a collector." He frowns
He doesn't attempt to block the blow, simply staring back at her as usual, "So, you've either been abandoned at a young age, or you're an orphan."
"I'm not sure if tax collectors are any better."
"That doesn't concern you."
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*new charecter time WOOOO!* Carric walks out of the forest, and looks around, surveying the land around the tavern (looks like Gideon Jura, though its a half elf)
*I assume that's me.*
He's chillin at the bar.
"your new here" he says, walking up behind them
He twirls around on his stool to face Galax. "Ye, I am, Captain Obvious." He chuckles and sips his drink.
"Names Galax, you probably saw me the otherday fighting with Kinsley"
"Oh yeah, you had that little gun."
"Thats what you saw, In reality I was holding nothing more than a twig"
"Oh, an illusionist?"
"Yes, though I prefer the weight of a sword in my hand than a spell on my lips, though with kinsley..." He shrugs "he tried to turn my hair pink once, evan though I have no Hair. he also likes to steal my stuff"
He shudders. "Pink hair is never a good style choice, especially if you don't have hair in the first place."
"Agreed"
"Oh yeah, name's Carsta."
"Nice to meet you Carsta"
"Likewise. Say, wanna drink?"
"Of course"
"Great! What do ya like?"
"anything you willing to pay for!"
"Ah, one of those, got it." Carsta chuckles and places an order for a bottle of FireballTM, a Wizard's Spells' Worth of a Drink!
"Many thanks Freind"
He smiled as he handed a cup of it to Galax. "No problem." He holds his cup up in a cheers manner. "To new friends!"
"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
Carric gets up and approches, not exactly hiding, though not anoucing his precsence
Without even turning around, the glowing light person picks them up by the back of the collar
Carric punches them in the gut, his fist basicly the hulkbuster fist
Make a (checking stuff) constitution save
*im assuming this is out of barrier?*
26 if that fails, indomibitable: 23
*More a reactionary thing. Again, i'm still working on balancing stuff, so anyone who feels like he's to strong for the position i've set him at, please tell me.*
*Cool, though I can also adjust*
Carric is going to puch them 18 Hit: 3 and you are pushed 10 feet away
Carric is carried along with them, "You have interesting force behind your blows little one."
Carric does some sort of backflip, 26 to break free, and lightboy gets kicked in the face Attack: 28 Damage: 6
"Oh, i see. Is this a mortal tradition?" He asks with a slight smile, curb kicking (Like a curb stop, but forward) the kobold: Attack: 33 Damage: 5
"Really? Here I was expectin' you to say the ceiling."
She just glares at it back, unflinching.
"Whats a ceiling?"
It sorta... hovers over, about as tall as her i think, staring, if it has eyes, directly into her face
Carsta points upwards.
"Whatcha want?" *She's 5'9*
He looks up at the roof, "Oooohhh,"
"Hello mortal, pleased to meet you," It says,
Carsta sighs. "How'd you even survive this far in life?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's your reason for being here, Mr. Mini Sun?"
"Less people than you think can breath water."
"I'm bored with everything up there," He says, gesturing to the sky, "So i came down here to see what was happening"
"Good thing I got a lil' device for exactly that." He chuckles.
She cracks he wrists, seemingly disinterested. "Uh-huh. That all? You're just bored?"
"Oh really? can i see."
"Oh, and your mother says to clean your room." He nods
"Sure." He digs around in one of his bags, presumably the bag of holding, and pulls out a homemade respirator-looking device specially made for his kobold facial features.
*Oh-ho-ho, wrong words, buddy.* Like a flipped switch, Sharlene snapped her eyes up to where his would be, already the spark of anger in them, and her body goes rigid, prepared to move at any second. She glares at him, letting him decide what to do after seeing this change.
"Oh, i've seen one of those on some people that sunk. I think its callefd a rasptepator?"
"Oh, that looks like it struck a nerve. Do you not like my little message?" He asks, somehow having a taunting tone in his now more clear voice, easily being destinguishable as male
"Respirator, all I gotta do is put it on, dive into some water, and voila! I can breathe perfectly fine."
"I'mma give you 5 seconds to make a smart choice, unless you want to get a good look behind you without turning your body."
"Really? Thats rather convinient,"
"Why, do you not like you mother, or are you upset that i'm talking about her?"
"I got lotsa little convenient gadgets like that."
"The latter. I don't care what kinda deity you think you are, you ain't gonna just talk 'bout my family all willy nilly. Also, 2 seconds."
"I've mostly got gold," He chuckles.
"Well sharlene, i doubt you could harm me in your current state." He says, making what sounds like a sigh
"Eh, I don't care too much 'bout money."
"Wanna bet?"
"I personally just like shiny things. Its really just metal,"
"I don't make formal gambles until 5."
"Oh gods, you're a hoarder, aren't you?"
"How 'bout an informal one?"
"NO!." He's quiet for a moment, "Well, kinda."
"As in, if i think you can hurt me?"
He sighs. "Just my luck. Well, I'll at least remember to keep you away from my stash."
"I don't care too much about the wording, I'm just gonna punch ya. Whether or not there's a bet now."
"Hey, i'm a not a thief. Against things other than other pirates."
"I don't think you want to do that. Is this how your family raised you?"
"Pirates are just a subset of thieves."
"I think I do. And I raised myself." On that cheerful note, she steps back and releases a punch right across his light face.
27 to hit *if it's necessary*, and 18 damage *Also if necessarry*
*For rp context, her punch is literally a ton more stronger than normal humans should be able to make. I'll let you see her character sheet if you haven't seen it before if you want a better idea for what I mean. :)*
"Hey, thats rude. I'm a collector." He frowns
He doesn't attempt to block the blow, simply staring back at her as usual, "So, you've either been abandoned at a young age, or you're an orphan."
"I'm not sure if tax collectors are any better."
"That doesn't concern you."
"I mean i collect trinkets. I like experiences, people. BUT I DON'T ENSLAVE" He says, adding the last bit quickly,
"It does now," he says, somehow taking the form of someone dear to her, "You've struck me with both curiousity and your fist."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I mean i collect trinkets. I like experiences, people. BUT I DON'T ENSLAVE" He says, adding the last bit quickly,
"It does now," he says, somehow taking the form of someone dear to her, "You've struck me with both curiousity and your fist."
"Wow, you're just digging a deeper hole for yourself." He seems amused.
As he takes the form of an older teen girl, surprisingly similar to Sharlene in looks, except with a more composed and elegant look, like a warrior princess instead of a warrior. Sharlene herself grits her teeth and stares more daggers at him than any blacksmith could possibly make."Get. Out. Of. That. Form. Now."
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*All because of those Normans!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*One of my classes was litterly that, how english came to be*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Pirates are just a subset of thieves."
"I think I do. And I raised myself." On that cheerful note, she steps back and releases a punch right across his light face.
18 to hit *if it's necessary*, and 16 damage *Also if necessarry*
*For rp context, her punch is literally a ton more stronger than normal humans should be able to make. I'll let you see her character sheet if you haven't seen it before if you want a better idea for what I mean. :)*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Carric is carried along with them, "You have interesting force behind your blows little one."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He smiled as he handed a cup of it to Galax. "No problem." He holds his cup up in a cheers manner. "To new friends!"
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.
"Hey, thats rude. I'm a collector." He frowns
He doesn't attempt to block the blow, simply staring back at her as usual, "So, you've either been abandoned at a young age, or you're an orphan."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Carric does some sort of backflip, 26 to break free, and lightboy gets kicked in the face Attack: 28 Damage: 6
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I'm not sure if tax collectors are any better."
"That doesn't concern you."
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.
*Well, true to my terrible timing of life, I gotta go. Man, right as it was picking up in pace. :( Bonne journee!*
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.
"to new freinds!"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Oh, i see. Is this a mortal tradition?" He asks with a slight smile, curb kicking (Like a curb stop, but forward) the kobold: Attack: 33 Damage: 5
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Same here man*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I mean i collect trinkets. I like experiences, people. BUT I DON'T ENSLAVE" He says, adding the last bit quickly,
"It does now," he says, somehow taking the form of someone dear to her, "You've struck me with both curiousity and your fist."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Awww, by you two!!! I'll miss you for the day or until you return!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*gtg, see everyone tomorrow!*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
(Hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Hi, how is it going?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Wow, you're just digging a deeper hole for yourself." He seems amused.
As he takes the form of an older teen girl, surprisingly similar to Sharlene in looks, except with a more composed and elegant look, like a warrior princess instead of a warrior. Sharlene herself grits her teeth and stares more daggers at him than any blacksmith could possibly make."Get. Out. Of. That. Form. Now."
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.
*Hello*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]