A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
They chuckle both smiling and revealing sharp fangs. "Over a thousand across the planet, not that it matters, we're not bringing you to her."
"Oh! Nice! You're a progressive guild. You have no idea how many times I've come across guilds that are soooooo old fashioned. Almost feel bad about killing you now."
Attack on only one of them: 31 Damage: 12
Attack on the same one: 27 Damage: 9
The vampire guy chuckles as he and the woman disappears into the alley. "We're in our branch, we don't have a reason to go to the main tree." They leave, though a slight bloodtrail has been left by the guy.
"Oooooh no you don't!"
Attack on the same guy: 30 Damage: 10
Attack on the same guy: 16 Damage: 11
Already gone.
*She gets two turns in the same round, cause thief, so she can get them before they leave.*
*They still leave afterwards.*
*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 37, Perception: 20
Stealth: 20
She drops out in front of them and spreads her arms. "Alright, I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. If we could redo this... Please take me to your local branch leader. I could be useful to you. I run... ran, I guess.... a big ol' thieves' guild once. On a spaceship."
The man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 20
Perception: 17
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
"Yep. Sure am. Though I would need a gun." he says with a chuckle
She sighed. "First of all, do you even know what a gun is?"
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a huge magnum. "Then learn quickly." She stood up, making sure the magnum had a full barrel. "Follow me, I'll take you to the shooting range."
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
They chuckle both smiling and revealing sharp fangs. "Over a thousand across the planet, not that it matters, we're not bringing you to her."
"Oh! Nice! You're a progressive guild. You have no idea how many times I've come across guilds that are soooooo old fashioned. Almost feel bad about killing you now."
Attack on only one of them: 31 Damage: 12
Attack on the same one: 27 Damage: 9
The vampire guy chuckles as he and the woman disappears into the alley. "We're in our branch, we don't have a reason to go to the main tree." They leave, though a slight bloodtrail has been left by the guy.
"Oooooh no you don't!"
Attack on the same guy: 30 Damage: 10
Attack on the same guy: 16 Damage: 11
Already gone.
*She gets two turns in the same round, cause thief, so she can get them before they leave.*
*They still leave afterwards.*
*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 37, Perception: 20
Stealth: 20
She drops out in front of them and spreads her arms. "Alright, I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. If we could redo this... Please take me to your local branch leader. I could be useful to you. I run... ran, I guess.... a big ol' thieves' guild once. On a spaceship."
The man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 20
Perception: 11
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
She reappears. "See! We're making progress. The Blood Cartel. Vampires? Ah, that makes sense... I'm useful, you know. Also, guild is not primitive. Cartel is. AND it was called the Thieves' Court. Still is? Anyways, it will be when I get that **** who ousted me and killed Sasha...."
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An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
"Yep. Sure am. Though I would need a gun." he says with a chuckle
She sighed. "First of all, do you even know what a gun is?"
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a huge magnum. "Then learn quickly." She stood up, making sure the magnum had a full barrel. "Follow me, I'll take you to the shooting range."
*Sorry english class*
Theren follows
She leads him throughout the building, passing various people carrying various boxes of what can only be assumed to be more guns. Eventually, after going down multiple floors, she opens up a metal door into a firing range, where D, Izzy, and Jack are waiting with big smiles.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
They chuckle both smiling and revealing sharp fangs. "Over a thousand across the planet, not that it matters, we're not bringing you to her."
"Oh! Nice! You're a progressive guild. You have no idea how many times I've come across guilds that are soooooo old fashioned. Almost feel bad about killing you now."
Attack on only one of them: 31 Damage: 12
Attack on the same one: 27 Damage: 9
The vampire guy chuckles as he and the woman disappears into the alley. "We're in our branch, we don't have a reason to go to the main tree." They leave, though a slight bloodtrail has been left by the guy.
"Oooooh no you don't!"
Attack on the same guy: 30 Damage: 10
Attack on the same guy: 16 Damage: 11
Already gone.
*She gets two turns in the same round, cause thief, so she can get them before they leave.*
*They still leave afterwards.*
*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 37, Perception: 20
Stealth: 20
She drops out in front of them and spreads her arms. "Alright, I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. If we could redo this... Please take me to your local branch leader. I could be useful to you. I run... ran, I guess.... a big ol' thieves' guild once. On a spaceship."
The man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 20
Perception: 11
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
She reappears. "See! We're making progress. The Blood Cartel. Vampires? Ah, that makes sense... I'm useful, you know. Also, guild is not primitive. Cartel is. AND it was called the Thieves' Court. Still is? Anyways, it will be when I get that **** who ousted me and killed Sasha...."
The two vampires glance at each other and slowly back away as she devolves into talking to herself.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A body crashes towards the ground, disturbing the peace around the city. the man from earlier, standing on the roof of a very tall building. His extended hand pulls back into his cape as he watches bystanders gwack at a dead body.
"Jesus-" Aibel murmers as the croud looks at the body, before he pulls back from them, unsure of what should be done in that moment
Seferis runs to check on the dead guy, only to realize he's dead. "[GP]" No getting answers out of that one. He sighs, and then pats him down for any kind of he can steal that might be useful.
Aibel puts a hand on seferis's shoulder, "Pal, desecrating the dead is very disrespectful"
Seferis glares at Abiel, then straightens and brushes himself off. "Perhaps you're right, though it'll be no use to him now. It's just been an unpleasantly eventful day, some might say traumatic."
Aibel looks around and nods, "I think its become that way for everyone" They kneel down to the body, not touching it, and making a small motion.
Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
"If you say so." He examines his fingernails and is respectfully silent as Abiel finishes up. "I assume from your earlier comment you're not from here either."
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
"Same here," he folds his hands behind his back and looks at the skyline. "This plane appears to have achieved a level of technological advancement uncommon among the multiverse. If I had to pick one on which I must be stuck, I guess it isn't so bad." He then turns to Abiel, offering his hand. "Seferis Cirdir,"
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up here?"
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
"Yep. Sure am. Though I would need a gun." he says with a chuckle
She sighed. "First of all, do you even know what a gun is?"
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a huge magnum. "Then learn quickly." She stood up, making sure the magnum had a full barrel. "Follow me, I'll take you to the shooting range."
*Sorry english class*
Theren follows
She leads him throughout the building, passing various people carrying various boxes of what can only be assumed to be more guns. Eventually, after going down multiple floors, she opens up a metal door into a firing range, where D, Izzy, and Jack are waiting with big smiles.
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
They chuckle both smiling and revealing sharp fangs. "Over a thousand across the planet, not that it matters, we're not bringing you to her."
"Oh! Nice! You're a progressive guild. You have no idea how many times I've come across guilds that are soooooo old fashioned. Almost feel bad about killing you now."
Attack on only one of them: 31 Damage: 12
Attack on the same one: 27 Damage: 9
The vampire guy chuckles as he and the woman disappears into the alley. "We're in our branch, we don't have a reason to go to the main tree." They leave, though a slight bloodtrail has been left by the guy.
"Oooooh no you don't!"
Attack on the same guy: 30 Damage: 10
Attack on the same guy: 16 Damage: 11
Already gone.
*She gets two turns in the same round, cause thief, so she can get them before they leave.*
*They still leave afterwards.*
*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 37, Perception: 20
Stealth: 20
She drops out in front of them and spreads her arms. "Alright, I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. If we could redo this... Please take me to your local branch leader. I could be useful to you. I run... ran, I guess.... a big ol' thieves' guild once. On a spaceship."
The man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 20
Perception: 11
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
She reappears. "See! We're making progress. The Blood Cartel. Vampires? Ah, that makes sense... I'm useful, you know. Also, guild is not primitive. Cartel is. AND it was called the Thieves' Court. Still is? Anyways, it will be when I get that **** who ousted me and killed Sasha...."
The two vampires glance at each other and slowly back away as she devolves into talking to herself.
"Oh! Sorry! My name's Ratha. Ratha Levorel. I just tend to talk when I'm nervous. I was the top assassin/thief on the entirety of the Behemoth..."
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A body crashes towards the ground, disturbing the peace around the city. the man from earlier, standing on the roof of a very tall building. His extended hand pulls back into his cape as he watches bystanders gwack at a dead body.
"Jesus-" Aibel murmers as the croud looks at the body, before he pulls back from them, unsure of what should be done in that moment
Seferis runs to check on the dead guy, only to realize he's dead. "[GP]" No getting answers out of that one. He sighs, and then pats him down for any kind of he can steal that might be useful.
Aibel puts a hand on seferis's shoulder, "Pal, desecrating the dead is very disrespectful"
Seferis glares at Abiel, then straightens and brushes himself off. "Perhaps you're right, though it'll be no use to him now. It's just been an unpleasantly eventful day, some might say traumatic."
Aibel looks around and nods, "I think its become that way for everyone" They kneel down to the body, not touching it, and making a small motion.
Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
"If you say so." He examines his fingernails and is respectfully silent as Abiel finishes up. "I assume from your earlier comment you're not from here either."
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
"Same here," he folds his hands behind his back and looks at the skyline. "This plane appears to have achieved a level of technological advancement uncommon among the multiverse. If I had to pick one on which I must be stuck, I guess it isn't so bad." He then turns to Abiel, offering his hand. "Seferis Cirdir,"
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up here?"
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
"It does, i've seen people buy things here." He tilts his head, "Are you not fond of religion?"
An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
"Yep. Sure am. Though I would need a gun." he says with a chuckle
She sighed. "First of all, do you even know what a gun is?"
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a huge magnum. "Then learn quickly." She stood up, making sure the magnum had a full barrel. "Follow me, I'll take you to the shooting range."
*Sorry english class*
Theren follows
She leads him throughout the building, passing various people carrying various boxes of what can only be assumed to be more guns. Eventually, after going down multiple floors, she opens up a metal door into a firing range, where D, Izzy, and Jack are waiting with big smiles.
Theren smirks and looks around the shooting range
On one wall was a huge rack of a selection of guns, from 9mm pistols to heavy machine guns and even what looks like an anti-material rifle.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
They chuckle both smiling and revealing sharp fangs. "Over a thousand across the planet, not that it matters, we're not bringing you to her."
"Oh! Nice! You're a progressive guild. You have no idea how many times I've come across guilds that are soooooo old fashioned. Almost feel bad about killing you now."
Attack on only one of them: 31 Damage: 12
Attack on the same one: 27 Damage: 9
The vampire guy chuckles as he and the woman disappears into the alley. "We're in our branch, we don't have a reason to go to the main tree." They leave, though a slight bloodtrail has been left by the guy.
"Oooooh no you don't!"
Attack on the same guy: 30 Damage: 10
Attack on the same guy: 16 Damage: 11
Already gone.
*She gets two turns in the same round, cause thief, so she can get them before they leave.*
*They still leave afterwards.*
*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 37, Perception: 20
Stealth: 20
She drops out in front of them and spreads her arms. "Alright, I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. If we could redo this... Please take me to your local branch leader. I could be useful to you. I run... ran, I guess.... a big ol' thieves' guild once. On a spaceship."
The man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 20
Perception: 11
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
She reappears. "See! We're making progress. The Blood Cartel. Vampires? Ah, that makes sense... I'm useful, you know. Also, guild is not primitive. Cartel is. AND it was called the Thieves' Court. Still is? Anyways, it will be when I get that **** who ousted me and killed Sasha...."
The two vampires glance at each other and slowly back away as she devolves into talking to herself.
"Oh! Sorry! My name's Ratha. Ratha Levorel. I just tend to talk when I'm nervous. I was the top assassin/thief on the entirety of the Behemoth..."
"Yeah, we don't know what that is, now, if you'll excuse us, we have another client to meet in an hour." They attempt to make a getaway.
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A body crashes towards the ground, disturbing the peace around the city. the man from earlier, standing on the roof of a very tall building. His extended hand pulls back into his cape as he watches bystanders gwack at a dead body.
"Jesus-" Aibel murmers as the croud looks at the body, before he pulls back from them, unsure of what should be done in that moment
Seferis runs to check on the dead guy, only to realize he's dead. "[GP]" No getting answers out of that one. He sighs, and then pats him down for any kind of he can steal that might be useful.
Aibel puts a hand on seferis's shoulder, "Pal, desecrating the dead is very disrespectful"
Seferis glares at Abiel, then straightens and brushes himself off. "Perhaps you're right, though it'll be no use to him now. It's just been an unpleasantly eventful day, some might say traumatic."
Aibel looks around and nods, "I think its become that way for everyone" They kneel down to the body, not touching it, and making a small motion.
Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
"If you say so." He examines his fingernails and is respectfully silent as Abiel finishes up. "I assume from your earlier comment you're not from here either."
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
"Same here," he folds his hands behind his back and looks at the skyline. "This plane appears to have achieved a level of technological advancement uncommon among the multiverse. If I had to pick one on which I must be stuck, I guess it isn't so bad." He then turns to Abiel, offering his hand. "Seferis Cirdir,"
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up here?"
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
"It does, i've seen people buy things here." He tilts his head, "Are you not fond of religion?"
"Not especially, I've found it entirely impractical to the intelligent races. Though you are entitled to your belief, however inferior I find it." *he can be a real idiot sometimes* He starts walking down the road, looking for a motel or something.
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An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
"Yep. Sure am. Though I would need a gun." he says with a chuckle
She sighed. "First of all, do you even know what a gun is?"
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a huge magnum. "Then learn quickly." She stood up, making sure the magnum had a full barrel. "Follow me, I'll take you to the shooting range."
*Sorry english class*
Theren follows
She leads him throughout the building, passing various people carrying various boxes of what can only be assumed to be more guns. Eventually, after going down multiple floors, she opens up a metal door into a firing range, where D, Izzy, and Jack are waiting with big smiles.
Theren smirks and looks around the shooting range
On one wall was a huge rack of a selection of guns, from 9mm pistols to heavy machine guns and even what looks like an anti-material rifle.
A body crashes towards the ground, disturbing the peace around the city. the man from earlier, standing on the roof of a very tall building. His extended hand pulls back into his cape as he watches bystanders gwack at a dead body.
"Jesus-" Aibel murmers as the croud looks at the body, before he pulls back from them, unsure of what should be done in that moment
Seferis runs to check on the dead guy, only to realize he's dead. "[GP]" No getting answers out of that one. He sighs, and then pats him down for any kind of he can steal that might be useful.
Aibel puts a hand on seferis's shoulder, "Pal, desecrating the dead is very disrespectful"
Seferis glares at Abiel, then straightens and brushes himself off. "Perhaps you're right, though it'll be no use to him now. It's just been an unpleasantly eventful day, some might say traumatic."
Aibel looks around and nods, "I think its become that way for everyone" They kneel down to the body, not touching it, and making a small motion.
Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
"If you say so." He examines his fingernails and is respectfully silent as Abiel finishes up. "I assume from your earlier comment you're not from here either."
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
"Same here," he folds his hands behind his back and looks at the skyline. "This plane appears to have achieved a level of technological advancement uncommon among the multiverse. If I had to pick one on which I must be stuck, I guess it isn't so bad." He then turns to Abiel, offering his hand. "Seferis Cirdir,"
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up here?"
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
"It does, i've seen people buy things here." He tilts his head, "Are you not fond of religion?"
"Not especially, I've found it entirely impractical to the intelligent races. Though you are entitled to your belief, however inferior I find it." *he can be a real idiot sometimes* He starts walking down the road, looking for a motel or something.
Nearby, a kenku points a halfling into a small brick building, then walks off.
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A body crashes towards the ground, disturbing the peace around the city. the man from earlier, standing on the roof of a very tall building. His extended hand pulls back into his cape as he watches bystanders gwack at a dead body.
"Jesus-" Aibel murmers as the croud looks at the body, before he pulls back from them, unsure of what should be done in that moment
Seferis runs to check on the dead guy, only to realize he's dead. "[GP]" No getting answers out of that one. He sighs, and then pats him down for any kind of he can steal that might be useful.
Aibel puts a hand on seferis's shoulder, "Pal, desecrating the dead is very disrespectful"
Seferis glares at Abiel, then straightens and brushes himself off. "Perhaps you're right, though it'll be no use to him now. It's just been an unpleasantly eventful day, some might say traumatic."
Aibel looks around and nods, "I think its become that way for everyone" They kneel down to the body, not touching it, and making a small motion.
Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
"If you say so." He examines his fingernails and is respectfully silent as Abiel finishes up. "I assume from your earlier comment you're not from here either."
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
"Same here," he folds his hands behind his back and looks at the skyline. "This plane appears to have achieved a level of technological advancement uncommon among the multiverse. If I had to pick one on which I must be stuck, I guess it isn't so bad." He then turns to Abiel, offering his hand. "Seferis Cirdir,"
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up here?"
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
"It does, i've seen people buy things here." He tilts his head, "Are you not fond of religion?"
"Not especially, I've found it entirely impractical to the intelligent races. Though you are entitled to your belief, however inferior I find it." *he can be a real idiot sometimes* He starts walking down the road, looking for a motel or something.
"I believe it provides an understanding of yourself." They say, holding onto the holy symbol they wear, "Balance i guess."
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
They chuckle both smiling and revealing sharp fangs. "Over a thousand across the planet, not that it matters, we're not bringing you to her."
"Oh! Nice! You're a progressive guild. You have no idea how many times I've come across guilds that are soooooo old fashioned. Almost feel bad about killing you now."
Attack on only one of them: 31 Damage: 12
Attack on the same one: 27 Damage: 9
The vampire guy chuckles as he and the woman disappears into the alley. "We're in our branch, we don't have a reason to go to the main tree." They leave, though a slight bloodtrail has been left by the guy.
"Oooooh no you don't!"
Attack on the same guy: 30 Damage: 10
Attack on the same guy: 16 Damage: 11
Already gone.
*She gets two turns in the same round, cause thief, so she can get them before they leave.*
*They still leave afterwards.*
*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 37, Perception: 20
Stealth: 20
She drops out in front of them and spreads her arms. "Alright, I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. If we could redo this... Please take me to your local branch leader. I could be useful to you. I run... ran, I guess.... a big ol' thieves' guild once. On a spaceship."
The man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 20
Perception: 11
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
She reappears. "See! We're making progress. The Blood Cartel. Vampires? Ah, that makes sense... I'm useful, you know. Also, guild is not primitive. Cartel is. AND it was called the Thieves' Court. Still is? Anyways, it will be when I get that **** who ousted me and killed Sasha...."
The two vampires glance at each other and slowly back away as she devolves into talking to herself.
"Oh! Sorry! My name's Ratha. Ratha Levorel. I just tend to talk when I'm nervous. I was the top assassin/thief on the entirety of the Behemoth..."
"Yeah, we don't know what that is, now, if you'll excuse us, we have another client to meet in an hour." They attempt to make a getaway.
"Alright! See ya around!" Stealth (minimum 27): 31 Perception (minimum 25): 18
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A body crashes towards the ground, disturbing the peace around the city. the man from earlier, standing on the roof of a very tall building. His extended hand pulls back into his cape as he watches bystanders gwack at a dead body.
"Jesus-" Aibel murmers as the croud looks at the body, before he pulls back from them, unsure of what should be done in that moment
Seferis runs to check on the dead guy, only to realize he's dead. "[GP]" No getting answers out of that one. He sighs, and then pats him down for any kind of he can steal that might be useful.
Aibel puts a hand on seferis's shoulder, "Pal, desecrating the dead is very disrespectful"
Seferis glares at Abiel, then straightens and brushes himself off. "Perhaps you're right, though it'll be no use to him now. It's just been an unpleasantly eventful day, some might say traumatic."
Aibel looks around and nods, "I think its become that way for everyone" They kneel down to the body, not touching it, and making a small motion.
Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
"If you say so." He examines his fingernails and is respectfully silent as Abiel finishes up. "I assume from your earlier comment you're not from here either."
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
"Same here," he folds his hands behind his back and looks at the skyline. "This plane appears to have achieved a level of technological advancement uncommon among the multiverse. If I had to pick one on which I must be stuck, I guess it isn't so bad." He then turns to Abiel, offering his hand. "Seferis Cirdir,"
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up here?"
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
"It does, i've seen people buy things here." He tilts his head, "Are you not fond of religion?"
"Not especially, I've found it entirely impractical to the intelligent races. Though you are entitled to your belief, however inferior I find it." *he can be a real idiot sometimes* He starts walking down the road, looking for a motel or something.
"I believe it provides an understanding of yourself." They say, holding onto the holy symbol they wear, "Balance i guess."
"What a ridiculous idea, but then again, you're entitled to it." Noticing the kenku, he walks up to the brick building. "Perhaps we'll find some lodgings here."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
"Yep. Sure am. Though I would need a gun." he says with a chuckle
She sighed. "First of all, do you even know what a gun is?"
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a huge magnum. "Then learn quickly." She stood up, making sure the magnum had a full barrel. "Follow me, I'll take you to the shooting range."
*Sorry english class*
Theren follows
She leads him throughout the building, passing various people carrying various boxes of what can only be assumed to be more guns. Eventually, after going down multiple floors, she opens up a metal door into a firing range, where D, Izzy, and Jack are waiting with big smiles.
Theren smirks and looks around the shooting range
On one wall was a huge rack of a selection of guns, from 9mm pistols to heavy machine guns and even what looks like an anti-material rifle.
"So what are we starting out with?"
"For you..." She walks along the wall. "I'm thinking a Ruger LCR9 would be decent for you." She grabs the dinky-looking gun from the wall and walks back over, handing it to him.
Jack walked over. "You saw how I held my pistol? It should be pretty similar for this thing. It's one of the easiest for beginners to use, so it shouldn't be too long for you to get used to it, even if you are shits-for-brains."
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Perception: 17
"I don't know what you think you'll gain from threatening us, if, and only if you manage to kill us, The Blood Cartel will hunt you down."
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She reappears. "See! We're making progress. The Blood Cartel. Vampires? Ah, that makes sense... I'm useful, you know. Also, guild is not primitive. Cartel is. AND it was called the Thieves' Court. Still is? Anyways, it will be when I get that **** who ousted me and killed Sasha...."
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She leads him throughout the building, passing various people carrying various boxes of what can only be assumed to be more guns. Eventually, after going down multiple floors, she opens up a metal door into a firing range, where D, Izzy, and Jack are waiting with big smiles.
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The two vampires glance at each other and slowly back away as she devolves into talking to herself.
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He seems mildly irritated at the mention of a church. *He is a solid atheist* "Hmm. well I suppose I should arrange for some sort of accommodations, I wonder if this advanced society even has a system of currency."
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Theren smirks and looks around the shooting range
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"Oh! Sorry! My name's Ratha. Ratha Levorel. I just tend to talk when I'm nervous. I was the top assassin/thief on the entirety of the Behemoth..."
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"It does, i've seen people buy things here." He tilts his head, "Are you not fond of religion?"
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On one wall was a huge rack of a selection of guns, from 9mm pistols to heavy machine guns and even what looks like an anti-material rifle.
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"Yeah, we don't know what that is, now, if you'll excuse us, we have another client to meet in an hour." They attempt to make a getaway.
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"Not especially, I've found it entirely impractical to the intelligent races. Though you are entitled to your belief, however inferior I find it." *he can be a real idiot sometimes* He starts walking down the road, looking for a motel or something.
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"So what are we starting out with?"
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Nearby, a kenku points a halfling into a small brick building, then walks off.
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"I believe it provides an understanding of yourself." They say, holding onto the holy symbol they wear, "Balance i guess."
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"Alright! See ya around!" Stealth (minimum 27): 31 Perception (minimum 25): 18
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Still uncomfortable, she backs up into an alleyway, her hand on the holster of a small dagger.
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"What a ridiculous idea, but then again, you're entitled to it." Noticing the kenku, he walks up to the brick building. "Perhaps we'll find some lodgings here."
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Aibel watches her, "Are you alright?" He asks
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"For you..." She walks along the wall. "I'm thinking a Ruger LCR9 would be decent for you." She grabs the dinky-looking gun from the wall and walks back over, handing it to him.
Jack walked over. "You saw how I held my pistol? It should be pretty similar for this thing. It's one of the easiest for beginners to use, so it shouldn't be too long for you to get used to it, even if you are shits-for-brains."
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