*Not really. I was thinking of maybe Graverobber, Leper, Rag, or Sparrow, but I'm trying to only do one interaction at once per person so I can make good time.*
*Sure thing man, I perfectly understand, I’ll set one of em up for ya, and then we can rp.*
Sparrow is walking back into town from the forest, or rather stumbling, there are hole in him, flesh blown off of his body, left in pieces. He looks more injured than he usually does, looking like Swiss cheese.
He can feel something lurking, like a spider dancing along the web of consciousness. Trapped in the periphery. It takes notice of him, and suddenly, he can see it: a little strugel in a red and gold suit and matching raincoat, sitting on a nearby bench. "Rough day, huh?"
He quickdraws Rosemary, pointing it at the creature with the hand that isn’t destroyed, just trying to keep the stranger at a distance “Sometimes things ain’t go the way ya plan, right?” He chuckles, although there is no joy in it “Sparrow, and you are?”
He thinks for a little bit before waving the man over, holding up a hot rainbow barbecue sandwich. "Care to join me?"
The horse stops, seemingly of its own accord, and the man effortlessly dismounts. He walks over. His hood obscures part of his face, leaving just a mouth visible. "Why not?" He says, grinning. The grin reveals jagged, pointed teeth, and is so wide the corners of his mouth are obscured by the shadow of the hood.
"You have some interesting teeth. I'm guessing you like meat?" He sets down the sandwich on a plate and pats the automaton on its side, causing it to open its oven-torso to reveal a big roast.
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
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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.
He thinks for a little bit before waving the man over, holding up a hot rainbow barbecue sandwich. "Care to join me?"
The horse stops, seemingly of its own accord, and the man effortlessly dismounts. He walks over. His hood obscures part of his face, leaving just a mouth visible. "Why not?" He says, grinning. The grin reveals jagged, pointed teeth, and is so wide the corners of his mouth are obscured by the shadow of the hood.
"You have some interesting teeth. I'm guessing you like meat?" He sets down the sandwich on a plate and pats the automaton on its side, causing it to open its oven-torso to reveal a big roast.
"Ah, I do. Though food is not my specialty, so I rarely enjoy it well-cooked." He takes the roast and sits down. "In fact I rarely enjoy well-cooked food altogether. An unfortunate predicament, you must agree."
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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 new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
He can feel something lurking, like a spider dancing along the web of consciousness. Trapped in the periphery. It takes notice of him, and suddenly, he can see it: a little strugel in a red and gold suit and matching raincoat, sitting on a nearby bench. "Rough day, huh?"
He quickdraws Rosemary, pointing it at the creature with the hand that isn’t destroyed, just trying to keep the stranger at a distance “Sometimes things ain’t go the way ya plan, right?” He chuckles, although there is no joy in it “Sparrow, and you are?”
The fluffball smiles as if he doesn't see the devastating weapon pointed at his face. "Podmorski." He offers a cigarette that couldn't possibly be real with how intricate the designs on the paper are. "You look like you need one."
"You have some interesting teeth. I'm guessing you like meat?" He sets down the sandwich on a plate and pats the automaton on its side, causing it to open its oven-torso to reveal a big roast.
"Ah, I do. Though food is not my specialty, so I rarely enjoy it well-cooked." He takes the roast and sits down. "In fact I rarely enjoy well-cooked food altogether. An unfortunate predicament, you must agree."
"How fortuitous that you should meet me here." He smiles. "So, how have you been?"
He can feel something lurking, like a spider dancing along the web of consciousness. Trapped in the periphery. It takes notice of him, and suddenly, he can see it: a little strugel in a red and gold suit and matching raincoat, sitting on a nearby bench. "Rough day, huh?"
He quickdraws Rosemary, pointing it at the creature with the hand that isn’t destroyed, just trying to keep the stranger at a distance “Sometimes things ain’t go the way ya plan, right?” He chuckles, although there is no joy in it “Sparrow, and you are?”
The fluffball smiles as if he doesn't see the devastating weapon pointed at his face. "Podmorski." He offers a cigarette that couldn't possibly be real with how intricate the designs on the paper are. "You look like you need one."
He takes the cigarette after holstering Rosemary back, lighting it with the tip of his fingers before taking in a big drag, his eyes growing tired “Well thank ya Podmorski, I did need it, more than ya think.” He blows a ring of smoke, sitting down on the ground “What are ya here for? If I may ask.”
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
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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.
"You have some interesting teeth. I'm guessing you like meat?" He sets down the sandwich on a plate and pats the automaton on its side, causing it to open its oven-torso to reveal a big roast.
"Ah, I do. Though food is not my specialty, so I rarely enjoy it well-cooked." He takes the roast and sits down. "In fact I rarely enjoy well-cooked food altogether. An unfortunate predicament, you must agree."
"How fortuitous that you should meet me here." He smiles. "So, how have you been?"
"I have been rather well, mr...?"
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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 new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
"Yeah that was pretty cool!"
Cadel calls out with the usual enthusiasm
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Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
"Yeah that was pretty cool!"
Cadel calls out with the usual enthusiasm
He waves to the other guy, panting “Yeah thanks dude, it was hard to do.”
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*[casts sleep]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He quickdraws Rosemary, pointing it at the creature with the hand that isn’t destroyed, just trying to keep the stranger at a distance “Sometimes things ain’t go the way ya plan, right?” He chuckles, although there is no joy in it “Sparrow, and you are?”
*Very sorry to hear that, hope things get better.*
*Actually yes, but not with DBD. Sometimes you should play something else, you know?*
*I, unfortunatly, don't play DBD. I really, really want to though.*
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.
"You have some interesting teeth. I'm guessing you like meat?" He sets down the sandwich on a plate and pats the automaton on its side, causing it to open its oven-torso to reveal a big roast.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
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.
"Ah, I do. Though food is not my specialty, so I rarely enjoy it well-cooked." He takes the roast and sits down. "In fact I rarely enjoy well-cooked food altogether. An unfortunate predicament, you must agree."
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.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The fluffball smiles as if he doesn't see the devastating weapon pointed at his face. "Podmorski." He offers a cigarette that couldn't possibly be real with how intricate the designs on the paper are. "You look like you need one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Cadel wakes up from a quick nap, still looking a bit tired
he yawns
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
"How fortuitous that you should meet me here." He smiles. "So, how have you been?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the cigarette after holstering Rosemary back, lighting it with the tip of his fingers before taking in a big drag, his eyes growing tired “Well thank ya Podmorski, I did need it, more than ya think.” He blows a ring of smoke, sitting down on the ground “What are ya here for? If I may ask.”
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
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.
"I have been rather well, mr...?"
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.
"Yeah that was pretty cool!"
Cadel calls out with the usual enthusiasm
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
He waves to the other guy, panting “Yeah thanks dude, it was hard to do.”
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘