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.
Estelle looks uncomfortable in such a crowded space, but waves back at who she presumes is Gerry. She slinks back into a less crowded area of the tavern and looks around.
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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)
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?"
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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.
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?"
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."
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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."
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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.
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
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: 30, Perception: 21
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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?
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: 14
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
In a back ally,a cloud of dark ominous fog erupts,the mystery of the moment is ruined,when a 14-15 year old boy steps out and begins cursing at the sky and saying something about an entity of some sort,this is Andrew and he isn't sicced to be here.
An old homeless person gets up out of a box and runs off screaming, something about demonic little boys.
"Oh great, I'm already scaring people,I think that's a record."
The alleyway is now very quiet, except for a rustling in a nearby dumpster.
"Well,this place is certainly more like home than the last,I'd better find a place to stay if I'm scoping out new contestants for the trials."
Overhead, a huge blue dragon flies over, carrying a crate of something.
He looks up:"Huh." He walks down the nearest street,looking for a place to stay or at least find food.
As soon as the corner is turned, a kenku runs beak first into him.
Andrew stumbles and a blade shoots out from his arm:"Ehy,watch you're damn self!"
The kenku held out his arms. "Sorry!" He sounded like a young kid. Suddenly, the kenku eyed Andrew a bit. "Have you just arrived, new one?" He sounded like a kind old man.
Andrew's arm blade retracts:"Uh..Yeah? What is this place?"
"Welcome to City 78." The kenku made a 'follow me' sign. "Follow me, there's a place you can stay until you get used to City 78."
"That's...convenient." He follows the kenku.
The kenku lead Andrew 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."
"Thanks,I'll probably be here a while."
The kenku gestured to a set of stairs that go into the ground. "That is the entrance, please excuse Harold, he must go back to that street you were on to get others, I'll meet you inside." The kenku waved and went back the way they came.
Andrew walks inside.
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Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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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,"
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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.
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."
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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?
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."
In a back ally,a cloud of dark ominous fog erupts,the mystery of the moment is ruined,when a 14-15 year old boy steps out and begins cursing at the sky and saying something about an entity of some sort,this is Andrew and he isn't sicced to be here.
An old homeless person gets up out of a box and runs off screaming, something about demonic little boys.
"Oh great, I'm already scaring people,I think that's a record."
The alleyway is now very quiet, except for a rustling in a nearby dumpster.
"Well,this place is certainly more like home than the last,I'd better find a place to stay if I'm scoping out new contestants for the trials."
Overhead, a huge blue dragon flies over, carrying a crate of something.
He looks up:"Huh." He walks down the nearest street,looking for a place to stay or at least find food.
As soon as the corner is turned, a kenku runs beak first into him.
Andrew stumbles and a blade shoots out from his arm:"Ehy,watch you're damn self!"
The kenku held out his arms. "Sorry!" He sounded like a young kid. Suddenly, the kenku eyed Andrew a bit. "Have you just arrived, new one?" He sounded like a kind old man.
Andrew's arm blade retracts:"Uh..Yeah? What is this place?"
"Welcome to City 78." The kenku made a 'follow me' sign. "Follow me, there's a place you can stay until you get used to City 78."
"That's...convenient." He follows the kenku.
The kenku lead Andrew 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."
"Thanks,I'll probably be here a while."
The kenku gestured to a set of stairs that go into the ground. "That is the entrance, please excuse Harold, he must go back to that street you were on to get others, I'll meet you inside." The kenku waved and went back the way they came.
Andrew walks 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.
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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."
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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?"
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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: 32 (min. 27)
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."
"Nope, but I learn quickly."
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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.
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Seferis watches curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Performing last rites?"
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They nod, "Everyone deserves one."
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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."
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"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."
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"No. I appeared in the street earlier today." They smile
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*Ah.* She follows stealthily. Stealth: 30, Perception: 21
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Stealth: 14
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"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,"
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"
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."
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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.
"Yeah, this place can't be that bad." He shakes their hand, "Aibel Ross. But just call me Aibel."
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
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 man holds his side. "Who even uses the term guild anymore? That's so primitive, and we're not taking recruits currently."
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"Nice to meet you Abiel, how did you end up 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.
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"
"OooooK. Fine. Wanna die instead? I could do that for you." Stealth: 32 (min. 27)
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.
"Same as you, appeared randomly. Was in the middle of church."
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
Estelle, uncomfortable around so many people, walks out of the tavern.
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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