"Must not affect you. Wonder why it stops me. Some guy said it stops extraplanars, but I can't leave my monsters outside." She gestures to the charms on her coat. "They might get lonely or something. Guess I'm not getting any contracts any time soon."
Something tugs at his sheathed sword for a moment, "Extraplanars? What kind." he asks,
"Technically, they're monstrosities. Which is a misnomer, I should say. They have as much right to exist as any creature with a species. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but sometimes I decide to be a monster collector instead."
She points to a charm shaped like a "frog(?)." "Mr. Truth, a living supercomputer who feeds on facts and opinions and gives useful deductions in trade for being fed." She points to one shaped like a shrub made of limbs and horns with a symbol of a beetle on it. "Blunt, a living wall who has a symbiotic relationship with wound-eating insects, letting them consume the ailments of those nearby and breed in her horns in trade for feeding her." She points to a black sphere. "Sotto, a mass of light-eating bacteria that can form fragile structures that regenerate quickly and allow universal speech in the general premises."
"I have quite a few. Not many are dangerous. Makes monster hunting a bit harder, but they're good utility."
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
A dark-skinned, middle-aged woman walks over, tapping her cane on the ground as her seeing eye dog wags its tail. She's dressed like a fast food waitress, but has a leather jacket over her shoulders covered in monstrous little charms. She takes one of the charms, a black sphere, and tosses it in front of Ternikus.
"Sotto, enter stage right. We need a wall. Can you do that for me?"
The sphere seemingly melts and grows into a massive bacterial culture, forming scaffolding in order to build itself into a massive wall of black jelly covered in faces. O, mother, mine task shall be done henceforth! Mine work shall bringeth woe upon the very stars, as they gaze upon it and know their place in the heavens is but a shallow contrivance, and they are outmatch-ed in beauty and skill all the same! Comes a thousand telepathic voices. The slime seems to absorb light, darkening the immediate area and rapidly regenerating from damage.
"Thanks." She turns to Ternkikus. "Hey." She holds out a hand to shake. "Elaine. You?"
Ternikus frowns and dispels his blood axe. “Ok. I know I can be edgy sometimes, but that… thing freaks me out. What do ya want anyway? Can’t ya see I’m busy?”
*Ternikus has been taking anger management classes. Not willingly.*
"Must not affect you. Wonder why it stops me. Some guy said it stops extraplanars, but I can't leave my monsters outside." She gestures to the charms on her coat. "They might get lonely or something. Guess I'm not getting any contracts any time soon."
Something tugs at his sheathed sword for a moment, "Extraplanars? What kind." he asks,
"Technically, they're monstrosities. Which is a misnomer, I should say. They have as much right to exist as any creature with a species. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but sometimes I decide to be a monster collector instead."
She points to a charm shaped like a "frog(?)." "Mr. Truth, a living supercomputer who feeds on facts and opinions and gives useful deductions in trade for being fed." She points to one shaped like a shrub made of limbs and horns with a symbol of a beetle on it. "Blunt, a living wall who has a symbiotic relationship with wound-eating insects, letting them consume the ailments of those nearby and breed in her horns in trade for feeding her." She points to a black sphere. "Sotto, a mass of light-eating bacteria that can form fragile structures that regenerate quickly and allow universal speech in the general premises."
"I have quite a few. Not many are dangerous. Makes monster hunting a bit harder, but they're good utility."
"I can tell. Those all sound decently useful." He smiles
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Yeah, we don't really haha. Can fix that tho :>*
Tycho is sat in the town square, reading a book. Several wires of silver hang off his horns
The young man i introduced recently (If ya want i can repeat his intro) is looking around town
The number of missing people's posters and warnings about going out at night have increased drastically
"Technically, they're monstrosities. Which is a misnomer, I should say. They have as much right to exist as any creature with a species. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but sometimes I decide to be a monster collector instead."
She points to a charm shaped like a "frog(?)." "Mr. Truth, a living supercomputer who feeds on facts and opinions and gives useful deductions in trade for being fed." She points to one shaped like a shrub made of limbs and horns with a symbol of a beetle on it. "Blunt, a living wall who has a symbiotic relationship with wound-eating insects, letting them consume the ailments of those nearby and breed in her horns in trade for feeding her." She points to a black sphere. "Sotto, a mass of light-eating bacteria that can form fragile structures that regenerate quickly and allow universal speech in the general premises."
"I have quite a few. Not many are dangerous. Makes monster hunting a bit harder, but they're good utility."
"I can tell. Those all sound decently useful." He smiles
*Oh my gosh i love that concept*
*Back! Also, which one?*
"Thanks. I make them myself. They get a lot bigger when I actually animate them. Mr. Truth is as tall as a tree and as wide as a barn. Blunt grows to fill any space we give her. And Sotto is... well, he's Sotto."
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Yeah, we don't really haha. Can fix that tho :>*
Tycho is sat in the town square, reading a book. Several wires of silver hang off his horns
The young man i introduced recently (If ya want i can repeat his intro) is looking around town
The number of missing people's posters and warnings about going out at night have increased drastically
They see an incredibly muscular man in steel armor glowing with golden light, a blade and banner on his back, a parchment at his side.
They see a shadowy figure of a short beautiful woman, headed towards the graveyard, but they don’t see them for long.
The Bounty Hunter grabs the missing person posters, putting them in a pouch as he searches for the criminal who causes them. Muscular like the crusader, taller, covered in black clothes, his face hidden outside of his hard eyes.
"Technically, they're monstrosities. Which is a misnomer, I should say. They have as much right to exist as any creature with a species. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but sometimes I decide to be a monster collector instead."
She points to a charm shaped like a "frog(?)." "Mr. Truth, a living supercomputer who feeds on facts and opinions and gives useful deductions in trade for being fed." She points to one shaped like a shrub made of limbs and horns with a symbol of a beetle on it. "Blunt, a living wall who has a symbiotic relationship with wound-eating insects, letting them consume the ailments of those nearby and breed in her horns in trade for feeding her." She points to a black sphere. "Sotto, a mass of light-eating bacteria that can form fragile structures that regenerate quickly and allow universal speech in the general premises."
"I have quite a few. Not many are dangerous. Makes monster hunting a bit harder, but they're good utility."
"I can tell. Those all sound decently useful." He smiles
*Oh my gosh i love that concept*
*Back! Also, which one?*
"Thanks. I make them myself. They get a lot bigger when I actually animate them. Mr. Truth is as tall as a tree and as wide as a barn. Blunt grows to fill any space we give her. And Sotto is... well, he's Sotto."
*Like, the monster's turning into charms that are then kept on their hunter*
"I see. Can always use a big creature" he chuckles
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Yeah, we don't really haha. Can fix that tho :>*
Tycho is sat in the town square, reading a book. Several wires of silver hang off his horns
The young man i introduced recently (If ya want i can repeat his intro) is looking around town
The number of missing people's posters and warnings about going out at night have increased drastically
They see an incredibly muscular man in steel armor glowing with golden light, a blade and banner on his back, a parchment at his side.
They see a shadowy figure of a short beautiful woman, headed towards the graveyard, but they don’t see them for long.
The Bounty Hunter grabs the missing person posters, putting them in a pouch as he searches for the criminal who causes them. Muscular like the crusader, taller, covered in black clothes, his face hidden outside of his hard eyes.
The tiefling partially laughs at his get up, having not seen a proper crusader in forever
He tilts his head, following them into the graveyard
Theres many missing posters. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, men, women, children. Theres no suspect yet, but they know that there hasn't been a single trace of the person once they dissapear. (What sorta roll would this be for you?)
"Thanks. I make them myself. They get a lot bigger when I actually animate them. Mr. Truth is as tall as a tree and as wide as a barn. Blunt grows to fill any space we give her. And Sotto is... well, he's Sotto."
*Like, the monster's turning into charms that are then kept on their hunter*
"I see. Can always use a big creature" he chuckles
*Awesome. She's like a non-combat-focused Pokemon trainer, really. Well, her Pokemon don't fight. She has a threaded cane from Bloodborne.*
"Not always. Most of them don't really have a way of defending themselves. Mr. Truth can have his eyes crawl out, but they're not really on the same scale as most monsters. They need me to take care of them. They think of me as their mom, which is appropriate. I have to protect them, and in trade they take care of me. I like them more than most people, honestly. They're... safer. They won't betray you or leave you behind. They trust you enough to contradict you if it's needed and follow you when it isn't. They're sweet. I think everyone needs a monster or two, you know?"
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Yeah, we don't really haha. Can fix that tho :>*
Tycho is sat in the town square, reading a book. Several wires of silver hang off his horns
The young man i introduced recently (If ya want i can repeat his intro) is looking around town
The number of missing people's posters and warnings about going out at night have increased drastically
They see an incredibly muscular man in steel armor glowing with golden light, a blade and banner on his back, a parchment at his side.
They see a shadowy figure of a short beautiful woman, headed towards the graveyard, but they don’t see them for long.
The Bounty Hunter grabs the missing person posters, putting them in a pouch as he searches for the criminal who causes them. Muscular like the crusader, taller, covered in black clothes, his face hidden outside of his hard eyes.
The tiefling partially laughs at his get up, having not seen a proper crusader in forever
He tilts his head, following them into the graveyard
Theres many missing posters. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, men, women, children. Theres no suspect yet, but they know that there hasn't been a single trace of the person once they dissapear. (What sorta roll would this be for you?)
The crusader stands tall, the sun shining down on him like he was chosen by the very gods above. He walks through the town, helping those in need.
They are stealthily moving to the graveyard before taking out a pickaxe and beginning to open decadent coffins, taking the jewels within. Their face hidden by their black wide brimmed hat.
A dark-skinned, middle-aged woman walks over, tapping her cane on the ground as her seeing eye dog wags its tail. She's dressed like a fast food waitress, but has a leather jacket over her shoulders covered in monstrous little charms. She takes one of the charms, a black sphere, and tosses it in front of Ternikus.
"Sotto, enter stage right. We need a wall. Can you do that for me?"
The sphere seemingly melts and grows into a massive bacterial culture, forming scaffolding in order to build itself into a massive wall of black jelly covered in faces. O, mother, mine task shall be done henceforth! Mine work shall bringeth woe upon the very stars, as they gaze upon it and know their place in the heavens is but a shallow contrivance, and they are outmatch-ed in beauty and skill all the same! Comes a thousand telepathic voices. The slime seems to absorb light, darkening the immediate area and rapidly regenerating from damage.
"Thanks." She turns to Ternkikus. "Hey." She holds out a hand to shake. "Elaine. You?"
Ternikus frowns and dispels his blood axe. “Ok. I know I can be edgy sometimes, but that… thing freaks me out. What do ya want anyway? Can’t ya see I’m busy?”
*Ternikus has been taking anger management classes. Not willingly.*
"Nothing. Just want to prove I'm not a danger to the tavern. They might let me in, then. Anyway, Sotto is to keep the monsters out, not to keep us in."
"Thanks. I make them myself. They get a lot bigger when I actually animate them. Mr. Truth is as tall as a tree and as wide as a barn. Blunt grows to fill any space we give her. And Sotto is... well, he's Sotto."
*Like, the monster's turning into charms that are then kept on their hunter*
"I see. Can always use a big creature" he chuckles
*Awesome. She's like a non-combat-focused Pokemon trainer, really. Well, her Pokemon don't fight. She has a threaded cane from Bloodborne.*
"Not always. Most of them don't really have a way of defending themselves. Mr. Truth can have his eyes crawl out, but they're not really on the same scale as most monsters. They need me to take care of them. They think of me as their mom, which is appropriate. I have to protect them, and in trade they take care of me. I like them more than most people, honestly. They're... safer. They won't betray you or leave you behind. They trust you enough to contradict you if it's needed and follow you when it isn't. They're sweet. I think everyone needs a monster or two, you know?"
*neat ^^*
"I can understand that" he nods, "One mans monster is another man's friend"
*Awesome. She's like a non-combat-focused Pokemon trainer, really. Well, her Pokemon don't fight. She has a threaded cane from Bloodborne.*
"Not always. Most of them don't really have a way of defending themselves. Mr. Truth can have his eyes crawl out, but they're not really on the same scale as most monsters. They need me to take care of them. They think of me as their mom, which is appropriate. I have to protect them, and in trade they take care of me. I like them more than most people, honestly. They're... safer. They won't betray you or leave you behind. They trust you enough to contradict you if it's needed and follow you when it isn't. They're sweet. I think everyone needs a monster or two, you know?"
*neat ^^*
"I can understand that" he nods, "One mans monster is another man's friend"
"I used to make em' to order, actually. But people... well, they were people-ing again. They brought the little guys to pit fights. I mean, some of them like to be in a scrap now and then, but forcing them to fight to maintain your power is... cruel. I made this big one once. Their name was Tarrasque. We all know what happened to them."
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Yeah, we don't really haha. Can fix that tho :>*
Tycho is sat in the town square, reading a book. Several wires of silver hang off his horns
The young man i introduced recently (If ya want i can repeat his intro) is looking around town
The number of missing people's posters and warnings about going out at night have increased drastically
They see an incredibly muscular man in steel armor glowing with golden light, a blade and banner on his back, a parchment at his side.
They see a shadowy figure of a short beautiful woman, headed towards the graveyard, but they don’t see them for long.
The Bounty Hunter grabs the missing person posters, putting them in a pouch as he searches for the criminal who causes them. Muscular like the crusader, taller, covered in black clothes, his face hidden outside of his hard eyes.
The tiefling partially laughs at his get up, having not seen a proper crusader in forever
He tilts his head, following them into the graveyard
Theres many missing posters. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, men, women, children. Theres no suspect yet, but they know that there hasn't been a single trace of the person once they dissapear. (What sorta roll would this be for you?)
The crusader stands tall, the sun shining down on him like he was chosen by the very gods above. He walks through the town, helping those in need.
They are stealthily moving to the graveyard before taking out a pickaxe and beginning to open decadent coffins, taking the jewels within. Their face hidden by their black wide brimmed hat.
Investigation:19
Tycho watches, holding back laughter
He follows quietly, watching for a few moments, "I'm pretty sure those are meant to stay with the dead."
He find a slight trail. Specifically someone that looks like one of the missing persons
*Awesome. She's like a non-combat-focused Pokemon trainer, really. Well, her Pokemon don't fight. She has a threaded cane from Bloodborne.*
"Not always. Most of them don't really have a way of defending themselves. Mr. Truth can have his eyes crawl out, but they're not really on the same scale as most monsters. They need me to take care of them. They think of me as their mom, which is appropriate. I have to protect them, and in trade they take care of me. I like them more than most people, honestly. They're... safer. They won't betray you or leave you behind. They trust you enough to contradict you if it's needed and follow you when it isn't. They're sweet. I think everyone needs a monster or two, you know?"
*neat ^^*
"I can understand that" he nods, "One mans monster is another man's friend"
"I used to make em' to order, actually. But people... well, they were people-ing again. They brought the little guys to pit fights. I mean, some of them like to be in a scrap now and then, but forcing them to fight to maintain your power is... cruel. I made this big one once. Their name was Tarrasque. We all know what happened to them."
"That thing that supposedly sleeps in the ground the size of a city?"
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"Technically, they're monstrosities. Which is a misnomer, I should say. They have as much right to exist as any creature with a species. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but sometimes I decide to be a monster collector instead."
She points to a charm shaped like a "frog(?)." "Mr. Truth, a living supercomputer who feeds on facts and opinions and gives useful deductions in trade for being fed."
She points to one shaped like a shrub made of limbs and horns with a symbol of a beetle on it. "Blunt, a living wall who has a symbiotic relationship with wound-eating insects, letting them consume the ailments of those nearby and breed in her horns in trade for feeding her."
She points to a black sphere. "Sotto, a mass of light-eating bacteria that can form fragile structures that regenerate quickly and allow universal speech in the general premises."
"I have quite a few. Not many are dangerous. Makes monster hunting a bit harder, but they're good utility."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ternikus frowns and dispels his blood axe. “Ok. I know I can be edgy sometimes, but that… thing freaks me out. What do ya want anyway? Can’t ya see I’m busy?”
*Ternikus has been taking anger management classes. Not willingly.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Anyone want to roleplay? With whom if so.*
"I can tell. Those all sound decently useful." He smiles
*Oh my gosh i love that concept*
*What characters do you have?*
*Damian, Sanviento, Grove, Rag, the DD cast, Gon, Benimaru, Dracula, Denji, and a few others.*
*Who are these?*
*Also me realising i don't actually know most of your characters lol*
*Yeah we don’t rp much do we? Ha.*
*The Leper, The Hellion, The Abomination, The Crusader, The Highwayman, The Graverobber, The Houndmaster, The Bounty Hunter, and I’m pretty sure there are a few others I can’t seem to remember.*
*Yeah, we don't really haha. Can fix that tho :>*
Tycho is sat in the town square, reading a book. Several wires of silver hang off his horns
The young man i introduced recently (If ya want i can repeat his intro) is looking around town
The number of missing people's posters and warnings about going out at night have increased drastically
*Back! Also, which one?*
"Thanks. I make them myself. They get a lot bigger when I actually animate them. Mr. Truth is as tall as a tree and as wide as a barn. Blunt grows to fill any space we give her. And Sotto is... well, he's Sotto."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They see an incredibly muscular man in steel armor glowing with golden light, a blade and banner on his back, a parchment at his side.
They see a shadowy figure of a short beautiful woman, headed towards the graveyard, but they don’t see them for long.
The Bounty Hunter grabs the missing person posters, putting them in a pouch as he searches for the criminal who causes them. Muscular like the crusader, taller, covered in black clothes, his face hidden outside of his hard eyes.
*Like, the monster's turning into charms that are then kept on their hunter*
"I see. Can always use a big creature" he chuckles
The tiefling partially laughs at his get up, having not seen a proper crusader in forever
He tilts his head, following them into the graveyard
Theres many missing posters. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, men, women, children. Theres no suspect yet, but they know that there hasn't been a single trace of the person once they dissapear. (What sorta roll would this be for you?)
*Awesome. She's like a non-combat-focused Pokemon trainer, really. Well, her Pokemon don't fight. She has a threaded cane from Bloodborne.*
"Not always. Most of them don't really have a way of defending themselves. Mr. Truth can have his eyes crawl out, but they're not really on the same scale as most monsters. They need me to take care of them. They think of me as their mom, which is appropriate. I have to protect them, and in trade they take care of me. I like them more than most people, honestly. They're... safer. They won't betray you or leave you behind. They trust you enough to contradict you if it's needed and follow you when it isn't. They're sweet. I think everyone needs a monster or two, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The crusader stands tall, the sun shining down on him like he was chosen by the very gods above. He walks through the town, helping those in need.
They are stealthily moving to the graveyard before taking out a pickaxe and beginning to open decadent coffins, taking the jewels within. Their face hidden by their black wide brimmed hat.
Investigation:27
"Nothing. Just want to prove I'm not a danger to the tavern. They might let me in, then. Anyway, Sotto is to keep the monsters out, not to keep us in."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*neat ^^*
"I can understand that" he nods, "One mans monster is another man's friend"
"I used to make em' to order, actually. But people... well, they were people-ing again. They brought the little guys to pit fights. I mean, some of them like to be in a scrap now and then, but forcing them to fight to maintain your power is... cruel. I made this big one once. Their name was Tarrasque. We all know what happened to them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tycho watches, holding back laughter
He follows quietly, watching for a few moments, "I'm pretty sure those are meant to stay with the dead."
He find a slight trail. Specifically someone that looks like one of the missing persons
"That thing that supposedly sleeps in the ground the size of a city?"