The man smiles. "Tristan Finch, thief of this world. Who might you be?"
*got it*
”Raphael, servant of Helios.” They respond in turn, offering a hand. “I take it you are some loveable rogue?”
"Loved by some. Certainly not by others." He grins and shakes their hand. "I haven't heard of Helios before. Are you some sort of cleric?"
“A god of light and knowledge. I am not quite a cleric, but similar.”
"How interesting!" Tristan responds. "I haven't been here in a while, do you know what's good to order in this place?" He surreptitiously folds and pockets the poster.
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.
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
*but they did burn down a village?*
*Yes, not Baal's village tho.*
*Got it. Okay, so here is what occurred: Raphael and Sytosc came accross some random village the Stormtroopers burnt down and Raphael got angry. Just wanted to make sure everything was on the same page*
Raphael awaits a stormtrooper to approch them
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The man smiles. "Tristan Finch, thief of this world. Who might you be?"
*got it*
”Raphael, servant of Helios.” They respond in turn, offering a hand. “I take it you are some loveable rogue?”
"Loved by some. Certainly not by others." He grins and shakes their hand. "I haven't heard of Helios before. Are you some sort of cleric?"
“A god of light and knowledge. I am not quite a cleric, but similar.”
"How interesting!" Tristan responds. "I haven't been here in a while, do you know what's good to order in this place?" He surreptitiously folds and pockets the poster.
Raphael looks at whatever poster it is. "I heard the steak is good, the chef is a Lizardfolk, and thusly knows how to roast." They suggest
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
*but they did burn down a village?*
*Yes, not Baal's village tho.*
*Got it. Okay, so here is what occurred: Raphael and Sytosc came accross some random village the Stormtroopers burnt down and Raphael got angry. Just wanted to make sure everything was on the same page*
Raphael awaits a stormtrooper to approch them
*alrighty*
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
*but they did burn down a village?*
*Yes, not Baal's village tho.*
*Got it. Okay, so here is what occurred: Raphael and Sytosc came accross some random village the Stormtroopers burnt down and Raphael got angry. Just wanted to make sure everything was on the same page*
Raphael awaits a stormtrooper to approch them
*alrighty*
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man smiles. "Tristan Finch, thief of this world. Who might you be?"
*got it*
”Raphael, servant of Helios.” They respond in turn, offering a hand. “I take it you are some loveable rogue?”
"Loved by some. Certainly not by others." He grins and shakes their hand. "I haven't heard of Helios before. Are you some sort of cleric?"
“A god of light and knowledge. I am not quite a cleric, but similar.”
"How interesting!" Tristan responds. "I haven't been here in a while, do you know what's good to order in this place?" He surreptitiously folds and pockets the poster.
Raphael looks at whatever poster it is. "I heard the steak is good, the chef is a Lizardfolk, and thusly knows how to roast." They suggest
The poster said something about a thieves guild meeting at this tavern. "Sounds good, I'lll order that."
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.
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
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.
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
The ends justify the means?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
The man smiles. "Tristan Finch, thief of this world. Who might you be?"
*got it*
”Raphael, servant of Helios.” They respond in turn, offering a hand. “I take it you are some loveable rogue?”
"Loved by some. Certainly not by others." He grins and shakes their hand. "I haven't heard of Helios before. Are you some sort of cleric?"
“A god of light and knowledge. I am not quite a cleric, but similar.”
"How interesting!" Tristan responds. "I haven't been here in a while, do you know what's good to order in this place?" He surreptitiously folds and pockets the poster.
Raphael looks at whatever poster it is. "I heard the steak is good, the chef is a Lizardfolk, and thusly knows how to roast." They suggest
The poster said something about a thieves guild meeting at this tavern. "Sounds good, I'lll order that."
*Ooo, Nikoli will like this*
They nod. "Where do you come from?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
He pulls out two quarters.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"How interesting!" Tristan responds. "I haven't been here in a while, do you know what's good to order in this place?" He surreptitiously folds and pockets the poster.
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.
A big pool has been set up, with someone swimming in it.
*Got it. Okay, so here is what occurred: Raphael and Sytosc came accross some random village the Stormtroopers burnt down and Raphael got angry. Just wanted to make sure everything was on the same page*
Raphael awaits a stormtrooper to approch them
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael looks at whatever poster it is. "I heard the steak is good, the chef is a Lizardfolk, and thusly knows how to roast." They suggest
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael waves walking up to them. "Wow, where did this come from?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*alrighty*
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I just watched the first episode of The Mandalorian, It's SO GOOD*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The poster said something about a thieves guild meeting at this tavern. "Sounds good, I'lll order that."
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.
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Great to hear!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
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.
They nod. "And who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The ends justify the means?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
*Ooo, Nikoli will like this*
They nod. "Where do you come from?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He pulls out two quarters.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.