Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
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Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
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Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
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Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
"Um. Paper? That's dumb. I have some magic weapons too, if that would work. Trade?"
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Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
"Um. Paper? That's dumb. I have some magic weapons too, if that would work. Trade?"
"Magic's been mostly useless for centuries, look, you're just wasting both of our times right now with this hustling."
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Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
"Um. Paper? That's dumb. I have some magic weapons too, if that would work. Trade?"
"Magic's been mostly useless for centuries, look, you're just wasting both of our times right now with this hustling."
"Uh, what? See this?" She holds out a bare palm, and gold strands coalesce out of it to form a gleaming dagger, ruby inset into its pommel.
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Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
"Um. Paper? That's dumb. I have some magic weapons too, if that would work. Trade?"
"Magic's been mostly useless for centuries, look, you're just wasting both of our times right now with this hustling."
"Uh, what? See this?" She holds out a bare palm, and gold strands coalesce out of it to form a gleaming dagger, ruby inset into its pommel.
"Uh-huh, sure, see you." He, in fact, doesn't see it as he's looking at a bullet catalog on his magazine.
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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.
Ratha is looking for the nearest weapons (specifically maybe explosives? She just used her last one...) shop is.
Eventually, there's a open window building with a neon sign in one window.
O'Lorens!
Ratha walks in. "Hey there! Do you have any explosives?"
A big orc man is sitting at the counter top, reading a gun magazine. "We have grenades over by the shotguns, we have rotary launchers in the back, as well as anti-air rpg's." He puts down his magazine and looks up at her. "What type are you looking for?"
Ratha, usually hard to surprise, stares around in amazement. "Wh-what?!?!?!! This is awesome! How much for... one of everything?"
"More than someone could have."
"I have millions of gol- wait, no, not anymore... Well, I could volunteer my services? I'm a master-class assassin."
He raises his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Seriously!" Stealth (min. 27): 18. She reappears behind him, twin golden knives sparkling, seeming eager... She pulls away. "See?"
"Yeah, no, even if you were some inter-dimensional master assassin, there isn't anyone we need dead."
An elf comes from the door in the back, carrying a box of something. "O'Lean, where do I put the extra C4's?"
"Just set them down next to Loren's office!"
"Got it!" He disappears back into the door.
"Well, I'm also a world-class thief. More so than assassin, really."
"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
"Um. Paper? That's dumb. I have some magic weapons too, if that would work. Trade?"
"Magic's been mostly useless for centuries, look, you're just wasting both of our times right now with this hustling."
"Uh, what? See this?" She holds out a bare palm, and gold strands coalesce out of it to form a gleaming dagger, ruby inset into its pommel.
"Uh-huh, sure, see you." He, in fact, doesn't see it as he's looking at a bullet catalog on his magazine.
She gets angry and stabs the dagger into the catalog, up to the hilt. As she takes her hand off of it, it dissipates and glowing golden strands streak into her open palm.
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A skeleton dressed in plate armor, armed with a ancient looking staff. He turns into the shop with O'Lorens! sign on it.
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, great, another new arrival." He sighs. "Look, alright everyone! The shop's closed for tonight, everyone who isn't meant to be in here out now!"
He looks over at There. "I'll show you where you're staying for the night."
*Gtg for today, guys.*
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A skeleton dressed in plate armor, armed with a ancient looking staff. He turns into the shop with O'Lorens! sign on it.
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, great, another new arrival." He sighs. "Look, alright everyone! The shop's closed for tonight, everyone who isn't meant to be in here out now!"
He looks over at There. "I'll show you where you're staying for the night."
*Gtg for today, guys.*
The skeleton groans and walks outside, looking for an alleyway to lurk in for the night.
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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Ratha appears to walk out, but brushes against a nearby rack... Sleight of Hand (min. 27): 27 to grab the most powerful looking explosive/gun in there. Preferably a sniper rifle.
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"Still no, we don't need thieves or assassins." He went back to his gun magazine.
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"Damn. Reeeeally? Fine. Any big bombs? I still have several hundred gold."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Theren looks up sharply. "Hello."
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"I'm trying to convince your boss to give me some weapons. It's failing. Could you help?"
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"No. Sorry."
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"We don't use gold, we use paper money. Though we also accept credit or debit."
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"Um. Paper? That's dumb. I have some magic weapons too, if that would work. Trade?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Geez, rude. If I wasn't... ya know, stranded, I'd kill you."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Magic's been mostly useless for centuries, look, you're just wasting both of our times right now with this hustling."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Dont try it. You'll have a slit throat before you can blink."
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"Uh, what? See this?" She holds out a bare palm, and gold strands coalesce out of it to form a gleaming dagger, ruby inset into its pommel.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Uh-huh, sure, see you." He, in fact, doesn't see it as he's looking at a bullet catalog on his magazine.
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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.
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A skeleton dressed in plate armor, armed with a ancient looking staff walks down the street. He turns into the shop with O'Lorens! sign on it.
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(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.
"Look, no one's looking for magic."
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She gets angry and stabs the dagger into the catalog, up to the hilt. As she takes her hand off of it, it dissipates and glowing golden strands streak into her open palm.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, great, another new arrival." He sighs. "Look, alright everyone! The shop's closed for tonight, everyone who isn't meant to be in here out now!"
He looks over at There. "I'll show you where you're staying for the night."
*Gtg for today, guys.*
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The skeleton groans and walks outside, looking for an alleyway to lurk in for the night.
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.
Estelle walks out and clambers up onto the roof of O'Loren's shop.
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)
Ratha appears to walk out, but brushes against a nearby rack... Sleight of Hand (min. 27): 27 to grab the most powerful looking explosive/gun in there. Preferably a sniper rifle.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.