Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
Aovin raises his hand, "As a demon i'm offended."
"To be clear, I said 'threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from local waters.' You do not appear to be a threat at the moment, nor are you emerging from local waters."
"Still, those are like my cousins or something."
"Well, I'm sorry, I'm still going to set up miles of spinning, slivered blades along the coastlines. If they happen to swim into the obvious, shining metal, it's their loss. It's not like they can actually die on the material plane anyway."
"....Do you think silver harms all demonic creatures?"
Cold appears and narrows his lighting blue eyes behind the white mask "What is going on brother?"
"This guy is setting up stuff on the coast to kill undead and demons and is also trying to make us pay for it for some reason."
"That sounds like utter (GP)" he said and pulled out his bladed rings.
"Put those away. If you want to welcome the Drowned Ones in with open arms, go right ahead. I'm paying for 78% of the machine anyway."
"I'm not gonna pay for something i didn't ask for," Aovin says, "And i'm broke."
"You don't have to pay for it if you do some work to help."
"You'd have to pay me for that though."
He rubs his temples. "Fine. A hundred gold, you drag scrap metal over to the coast for me."
"And what if i don't want to help you murder random demons and undead?"
"If you want to go talk to them and tell them to stop slaughtering coastal villages, be my guest. I'm a bit tired of trying at this point, so I moved on to plan B: being the lesser of two evils."
"Honestly, i probably could. But why come to the one place not near the coast to ask for donations?"
"Because it was along my way to the next town for one, and for the other..." He grins, revealing his too-wide mouth and slightly yellowed teeth. "If I don't build the machines, they won't stop at the coast. Something is controlling them. Edging them on. They will tear the entire continent apart before they stop."
"... Or we kill them. What type of demon are they?"
"Rutterkin are common, as are Alkaliths, but Wastriliths come in their hundreds. As I said, the silver blades are barely functional against most of them."
"Then why not use some sort of holy method if you want to get rid of them?" He asks
"Wow. If only my family hadn't made deals with devils for the past 300 years and cursed the entire Grouper bloodline. Then I would totally be a cleric and have some cleric friends. Okay, sarcasm aside, turns out holy water quickly reaches a level of dilution that makes it worthless when exposed to normal water."
"...I'm litterally a tiefling, don't talk to me about cursed devil deals."
"Sorry, it is more of a mark than a curse. My family, while still 'human' in a basic sense, register in the senses of holy men, women, and otherwise as pure, embodied evil. That, and the fact that we are vulnerable to holy water and radiant energy. I apologize for 'insulting' your proud race, but other than your appearance, tieflings seem to have very little wrong with them."
"Eh, other tieflings may be different, but my family has had a messed up life"
*again, don't wanna read 20 pages, so: anything important happen?*
*I introduced my first-ever DnD character, and he's demanding free labor or cash donations in trade for building defenses against a teeming horde of aquatic demons and undead.*
*again, don't wanna read 20 pages, so: anything important happen?*
*I introduced my first-ever DnD character, and he's demanding free labor or cash donations in trade for building defenses against a teeming horde of aquatic demons and undead.*
*Alrighty then! Where is he?*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*again, don't wanna read 20 pages, so: anything important happen?*
*I introduced my first-ever DnD character, and he's demanding free labor or cash donations in trade for building defenses against a teeming horde of aquatic demons and undead.*
*Alrighty then! Where is he?*
*He's currently in the inn, being threatened by a small family of tieflings.*
*again, don't wanna read 20 pages, so: anything important happen?*
*I introduced my first-ever DnD character, and he's demanding free labor or cash donations in trade for building defenses against a teeming horde of aquatic demons and undead.*
*Alrighty then! Where is he?*
*He's currently in the inn, being threatened by a small family of tieflings.*
*how could they*
Azul floats through a wall into the inn.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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.
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
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.
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
Emmet takes out a waterskin and takes a swig. He then takes out a small piece of wood and starts whittling.
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.
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
Emmet takes out a waterskin and takes a swig. He then takes out a small piece of wood and starts whittling.
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
Emmet takes out a waterskin and takes a swig. He then takes out a small piece of wood and starts whittling.
the bush rustles as Xan disappears quietly
Emmet glances back at the bush before he returns to working.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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*Afternoon*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
"Eh, other tieflings may be different, but my family has had a messed up life"
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
*again, don't wanna read 20 pages, so: anything important happen?*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*I introduced my first-ever DnD character, and he's demanding free labor or cash donations in trade for building defenses against a teeming horde of aquatic demons and undead.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alrighty then! Where is he?*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*He's currently in the inn, being threatened by a small family of tieflings.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*how could they*
Azul floats through a wall into the inn.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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I hate whoever made that quote chain. Why. I am on mobile
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
*Hello!!*
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
*Hi Lawrence!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*very not loud*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Evening*
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
*Hello!! I am feeling spooky today so be warned >:D*
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
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
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.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
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
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
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.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
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
Emmet takes out a waterskin and takes a swig. He then takes out a small piece of wood and starts whittling.
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.
the bush rustles as Xan disappears quietly
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
Emmet glances back at the bush before he returns to working.
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.