He sees a small magic items shop, a shop of basic clothes, a costume shop, and a general store
Zay heads for the clothes shop, looking around nervously.
The population is pretty diverse. Hes getting a few cautious looks, one icy stare, but mostly simple passing glances. The shop has clothing mostly on the green, blue or grey scales. Behind the counter is an elf with quite a few piercings, and large butterfly wings
“How do I know which ones will fit?”
"Do you know what size you might be? If not, then I guess just by trying things on!"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
*OOOOOOOOOOH*
Brand looks up and gives a small wave.
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
*OOOOOOOOOOH*
Brand looks up and gives a small wave.
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
He pulls down his bandana for a second just to take a sip, before putting it back up, "MacWood Jerimiah, ya' can call me Jeri or Jerimiah though." He puts a hand out as he sits down, coiling his tail around the stool then itself.
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
He pulls down his bandana for a second just to take a sip, before putting it back up, "MacWood Jerimiah, ya' can call me Jeri or Jerimiah though." He puts a hand out as he sits down, coiling his tail around the stool then itself.
"Nice to meet ya. Im the Brand" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
He pulls down his bandana for a second just to take a sip, before putting it back up, "MacWood Jerimiah, ya' can call me Jeri or Jerimiah though." He puts a hand out as he sits down, coiling his tail around the stool then itself.
"Nice to meet ya. Im the Brand" he said
He looks at the brand on his chest then back to him, "Real creative there par'dner." He chuckles
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
He pulls down his bandana for a second just to take a sip, before putting it back up, "MacWood Jerimiah, ya' can call me Jeri or Jerimiah though." He puts a hand out as he sits down, coiling his tail around the stool then itself.
"Nice to meet ya. Im the Brand" he said
He looks at the brand on his chest then back to him, "Real creative there par'dner." He chuckles
"Eh, freelancers all have fancy names" he says with a grin behind his mask.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
He pulls down his bandana for a second just to take a sip, before putting it back up, "MacWood Jerimiah, ya' can call me Jeri or Jerimiah though." He puts a hand out as he sits down, coiling his tail around the stool then itself.
"Nice to meet ya. Im the Brand" he said
He looks at the brand on his chest then back to him, "Real creative there par'dner." He chuckles
"Eh, freelancers all have fancy names" he says with a grin behind his mask.
He puts his hat on the table, "So seems like ye'r from the same kinda parts I am." He says, slightly hissing at the s's.
"Some."
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.
"Do you know what size you might be? If not, then I guess just by trying things on!"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"So you killed innocent people?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yes. Is there a point to this questioning?" He scratched his neck a bit.
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.
"Could'ya hush 'em?" He says pointing to the hell hounds as he orders Tumble Weed Vodka.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yes, as now I know you're a criminal." They walk off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hm." Rancor went back to watching the tavern.
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.
"Barney, Oliva, shush" he said, patting their heads. They whined and calmed down, still staring at the snake man
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He pulls down his bandana for a second just to take a sip, before putting it back up, "MacWood Jerimiah, ya' can call me Jeri or Jerimiah though." He puts a hand out as he sits down, coiling his tail around the stool then itself.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nice to meet ya. Im the Brand" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks at the brand on his chest then back to him, "Real creative there par'dner." He chuckles
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Eh, freelancers all have fancy names" he says with a grin behind his mask.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Guh noises*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hug noises*
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.
*yesh*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He puts his hat on the table, "So seems like ye'r from the same kinda parts I am." He says, slightly hissing at the s's.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*>:D*
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!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*hello!*
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.
*-explosion-*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.