Jerimiah's outside, eyeing Finch every now & then.
Finch pulls out a bullet from the ground and drops it into his bag.
He decides to lay low & observe. Stealth: 27
*Finch can't beat that.*
Finch winces pours some water over where he touched the bullet.
*mm, plus five for proficiency does good.*
He starts trying to piece together about some things with Finch.
Finch concentrates and counts his bullet wounds.
He mutters somthing under his breath.
Finch walks a little farther away and picks up another bullet.
He sighs & gets up off the ground, going the long way to the back of the tavern so he can turn the corner like he was behind there already, "Hello Finch."
Jerimiah's outside, eyeing Finch every now & then.
Finch pulls out a bullet from the ground and drops it into his bag.
He decides to lay low & observe. Stealth: 27
*Finch can't beat that.*
Finch winces pours some water over where he touched the bullet.
*mm, plus five for proficiency does good.*
He starts trying to piece together about some things with Finch.
Finch concentrates and counts his bullet wounds.
He mutters somthing under his breath.
Finch walks a little farther away and picks up another bullet.
He sighs & gets up off the ground, going the long way to the back of the tavern so he can turn the corner like he was behind there already, "Hello Finch."
"Hello Jeremiah." Finch holds out his hand, and three silver bullets are held in the palm.
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.
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.
Jerimiah's outside, eyeing Finch every now & then.
Finch pulls out a bullet from the ground and drops it into his bag.
He decides to lay low & observe. Stealth: 27
*Finch can't beat that.*
Finch winces pours some water over where he touched the bullet.
*mm, plus five for proficiency does good.*
He starts trying to piece together about some things with Finch.
Finch concentrates and counts his bullet wounds.
He mutters somthing under his breath.
Finch walks a little farther away and picks up another bullet.
He sighs & gets up off the ground, going the long way to the back of the tavern so he can turn the corner like he was behind there already, "Hello Finch."
"Hello Jeremiah." Finch holds out his hand, and three silver bullets are held in the palm.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 23 or Investigation: 12
Jerimiah's outside, eyeing Finch every now & then.
Finch pulls out a bullet from the ground and drops it into his bag.
He decides to lay low & observe. Stealth: 27
*Finch can't beat that.*
Finch winces pours some water over where he touched the bullet.
*mm, plus five for proficiency does good.*
He starts trying to piece together about some things with Finch.
Finch concentrates and counts his bullet wounds.
He mutters somthing under his breath.
Finch walks a little farther away and picks up another bullet.
He sighs & gets up off the ground, going the long way to the back of the tavern so he can turn the corner like he was behind there already, "Hello Finch."
"Hello Jeremiah." Finch holds out his hand, and three silver bullets are held in the palm.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
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.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
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.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
"I'm fine. Are you going to take the bullets?"
He does, putting them away, not fully believing him.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
"I'm fine. Are you going to take the bullets?"
He does, putting them away, not fully believing him.
Finch shakes his hand like he is flicking water off of it. "Anything I can do for you?"
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.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
"I'm fine. Are you going to take the bullets?"
He does, putting them away, not fully believing him.
Finch shakes his hand like he is flicking water off of it. "Anything I can do for you?"
"For one, tell me whats wrong with your hand & I'll be able to help."
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 20 or Investigation: 19
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
"I'm fine. Are you going to take the bullets?"
He does, putting them away, not fully believing him.
Finch shakes his hand like he is flicking water off of it. "Anything I can do for you?"
"For one, tell me whats wrong with your hand & I'll be able to help."
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.
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He sighs & gets up off the ground, going the long way to the back of the tavern so he can turn the corner like he was behind there already, "Hello Finch."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hello Jeremiah." Finch holds out his hand, and three silver bullets are held in the palm.
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.
*gtg, math final*
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.
"Thanks, was goin' to get around to grabbin' them, but seems like you got to it first." He takes a glance at his hand & finger he poured water over to see if there's any marks on them. Perception: 23 or Investigation: 12
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*ah, cya!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The fingers and his palm are a little red where he held the bullets.
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.
"You good there?" He says pointing to the marks with his free hand.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I'm fine. Are you going to take the bullets?"
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.
*sorry for taking so long to get to this, was on the previous page so didn't see it.*
Thara walks up, "Hello! I don't think we've met, I'm Thara."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He does, putting them away, not fully believing him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Finch shakes his hand like he is flicking water off of it. "Anything I can do for you?"
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.
Sable waves. "Im sable guidera." He said and bowed his head "head sorcerer of rose city"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Its a pleasure to meat you Sable!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"For one, tell me whats wrong with your hand & I'll be able to help."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He smiles and rolls up his sleeves. Black runes cover his arms in a swirling pattern as he lights another cigarette.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What are those?" She says pointing to the runes.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Im a Sorcerer" He said again "These help me regulate wild magic so i don't...... explode"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, that would not be fun."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He chuckles "I suppose not" he said and stood up. he stood around 6'4. "Is there anything i may help you with?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's fine. Don't worry about me."
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.