*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A younger male stands in the middle of the road, looking around confusedly, "What in the?" He murmers. He's an average human (Looklike), 5'9, caucasian skin with a small tan, short brown hair, and ice blue eyes. He's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, with a holy symbol of some sort hanging around his neck. In his hands he carrys a book, which has the same symbol as the one around his neck. He's built pretty athletically, but doesn't seem to be armed. After a moment he winces and brings his free hand to the side of his head
Across the street, a kenku arrives from an alleyway and swiftly makes his way across the street to the human. "Have you just arrived, new one?"
"Oooookay, what the hell are you?" He asks, looking at the bird
"I am Harold, though this voice isn't mine. Follow me, there's a place you can stay until you get used to City 78."
"um..... alright." he says, following them,
The kenku lead the human through a series of alleyways, crossing streets, and through other buildings. It was clear he knew at least this part of the city like the back of his hand. Eventually, the kenku stopped in front a small brick building. "Welcome to Starhoppers, a sort of refuge for people like you."
"Well ain't that quaint," He smiles, nodding respectfully to the kenku and heading inside
Inside was pure chaos, all different types of people of different races intermingled amognst each other. The place itself was reminiscent of an average bar, some tables scattered around the place, a small stage on one wall, and of course a bar counter, with a wall of different liquors on shelves behind it. Tending to the bar was an old man who waved.
They smile and return the wave before wincing at something. After they seem to recover, which only takes a few seconds, They walk over to the old man, "Hey there sir."
"Welcome, new one! I'm Gerry, you can stay here 'till you get you feet steady in this city."
"Thank you very much for that." They nod, Looking around, "So, you know the reason we're here?"
"I don't think theres a reason. The Underground's been doin some weird experiments for the past few months, which is when y'all started popping up."
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The dragon lands on the roof of a building down the street.
Theren walks toward the building briskly, shoving people out of the way occasionally.
When he arrives, the building seems to be a sort of store, with a big neon sign in the window that said "O'Loren's Firearms!"
Theren shrugs and walks in.
The human, tabaxi, and teifling are at the countertop, getting handed a duffel bag by an orc.
Theren puts his hand on his sword before tapping the human on the shoulder.
The human smacked his hand away, talking to the orc with the other two, they seem to be talking about some sort of deal.
Theren, absolutely tired of this bs, grabs the human by the shoulder and turns him around.
Strength: 22
Within a second of Theren turning him around, the clicking of various guns trained on Theren could be heard, the orc hand a big rifle, the tabaxi has what looks like an augmented uzi and the teifling has a pistol as well as the human.
The teifling laughed as he saw Theren. "Well, look at this! The headass decided to turn up!"
The orc grunted. "You know this guy, D?"
The teifling put his pistol away. "Yeah, he's one of those arrivals from down the street."
"Ok for the love of the gods can someone explain what the hell these are." Theren says with a hand on his sword hilt.
The human laughed as he took a step back, leaning on the counter top. "I told you earlier, guns. This right here is O'Lean, O'Loren's brother." He reached up and patted the orc's shoulder.
O'Lean put down his rifle. "What the hell did you kids bring to our doorstep?"
The tabaxi chuckled. "A new customer! Just what you wanted, yeah?"
The orc frowned. "No, Izzy, not what we need, what we need is money, and a rat from another world isn't a source of money."
The human patted O'Lean's shoulder again. "It's alright big guy, I'm sure you can get some sort of use out of this shithead somehow."
"Sure. Give me a job. I could prove myself." Theren says with a smirk
The orc groaned. "Let me go get Loren." He disappears behind a door in the back.
The teifling (Who was called D by the orc) looked at Theren and smiled. "Well, I was half-expecting you to get run over on your way over here!"
The tabaxi (who was called Izzy by the orc) laughed. "Same, man, you were definitely roadkill material."
Theren shrugs. "I'm quicker than I look."
The human chuckled with D and Izzy. "Clearly not in the head, though!"
"Still getting the feel of this place. It ain't Whitewater."
The human walked over and clapped Theren on the shoulder. "Eh, maybe you'll be lucky enough to barely survive. I'm Jackson, call me Jack, the cat right there's Izzy, she's a bit coocoo sometimes, so don't mind her, and the devil right there is Daniel, cal him D. Welcome to O'Loren's Gunrunners!"
"Pleasure to meet you all." Theren says with a grin
"You better hope you make a good impression with Loren, or she'll feed you to Ol' Lizard up there on the roof." Izzy laughed and bumped Theren's side with her shoulder.
Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A younger male stands in the middle of the road, looking around confusedly, "What in the?" He murmers. He's an average human (Looklike), 5'9, caucasian skin with a small tan, short brown hair, and ice blue eyes. He's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, with a holy symbol of some sort hanging around his neck. In his hands he carrys a book, which has the same symbol as the one around his neck. He's built pretty athletically, but doesn't seem to be armed. After a moment he winces and brings his free hand to the side of his head
Across the street, a kenku arrives from an alleyway and swiftly makes his way across the street to the human. "Have you just arrived, new one?"
"Oooookay, what the hell are you?" He asks, looking at the bird
"I am Harold, though this voice isn't mine. Follow me, there's a place you can stay until you get used to City 78."
"um..... alright." he says, following them,
The kenku lead the human through a series of alleyways, crossing streets, and through other buildings. It was clear he knew at least this part of the city like the back of his hand. Eventually, the kenku stopped in front a small brick building. "Welcome to Starhoppers, a sort of refuge for people like you."
"Well ain't that quaint," He smiles, nodding respectfully to the kenku and heading inside
Inside was pure chaos, all different types of people of different races intermingled amognst each other. The place itself was reminiscent of an average bar, some tables scattered around the place, a small stage on one wall, and of course a bar counter, with a wall of different liquors on shelves behind it. Tending to the bar was an old man who waved.
They smile and return the wave before wincing at something. After they seem to recover, which only takes a few seconds, They walk over to the old man, "Hey there sir."
"Welcome, new one! I'm Gerry, you can stay here 'till you get you feet steady in this city."
"Thank you very much for that." They nod, Looking around, "So, you know the reason we're here?"
"I don't think theres a reason. The Underground's been doin some weird experiments for the past few months, which is when y'all started popping up."
"Hmm.... interesting. Thats rather concering, since i was hoping i could atleast visit my home. But, it seems not."
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
Kalon was wandering around, getting used to the towering buildings. Backbone was like this, well, it was but not this crowded. He sighed and lit another cigarette, staring at the sky, or trying to even see the sky.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
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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.
*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks a bit.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
The window rolled down and a dwarf stuck his head out. "HEY! I've got a kid in here!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
The window rolled down and a dwarf stuck his head out. "HEY! I've got a kid in here!"
"Like I care 3 foot and six inches. Is it your kid? It cant be because your face makes me want to throw myself off the highest building. Watch were your going you 400 something old ****" wannabe said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
He stumbles out of the road as the knives clatter to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly bewildered and looks around
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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.
*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I don't think theres a reason. The Underground's been doin some weird experiments for the past few months, which is when y'all started popping up."
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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.
Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
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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.
"Hmm.... interesting. Thats rather concering, since i was hoping i could atleast visit my home. But, it seems not."
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
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
Kalon was wandering around, getting used to the towering buildings. Backbone was like this, well, it was but not this crowded. He sighed and lit another cigarette, staring at the sky, or trying to even see the sky.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
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.
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
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"
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
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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.
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks 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.
The window rolled down and a dwarf stuck his head out. "HEY! I've got a kid in here!"
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.
"Yes, sorry about that, would you like something to drink? The first 10 are free, then you'll have to pay."
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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.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
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.
"I um..... i don't drink alcohol, sorry. Do you have other things available?" He asks
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
"Like I care 3 foot and six inches. Is it your kid? It cant be because your face makes me want to throw myself off the highest building. Watch were your going you 400 something old ****" wannabe said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He stumbles out of the road as the knives clatter to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly bewildered and looks around
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"
"Yeah, I have some sodas, sparkling waters, all that stuff."
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.