In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
*Baalze, check this out.*
*I saw it when you first posted it.*
*I'm trying to make a 3rd-level character for Dragon Heist.*
*I'm running low on ideas... I spent all day trying to work on Barbeau.*
Few things in this world last this long after their creation, but few things originate from the pits of hell. A frantic man at about 5'6 sits before a large, black and red tome of incantations designed to bringforth the demonic dregs of the realm.. Or so he thinks. He performs the ritual perfectly, the flesh and blood he's sacrificed taking form sinew by sinew into a tall statured, broad bodied, three headed dragon woman. She stands on two legs, and her heads sit comfortable next to eachother. All 6 of her horns are ram like, black with slight magmatic veins running through them, tail flickering behind her, ending in a arrow-like point.
Her scales burning red, she looks down at the man who rought her forward, towering over him by a head. She tilts her main head as she listens to his request. "Kill my mortal enemy!" she stares at him and laughs after a moment, tearing into his flesh with gnashing teeth and claws, killing him instantly. That's not what she's for. The tome's title has been lost to time, but it is indeed for summoning demons, but their purpose is to be friendly to mortals... This man being an exception.
She steps out of the broken down cottage she was rendered in, eyes adjusting to the light. She surveys the land and decides to head for the tavern, unfurling her wings and slicing through the sky to reach her destination.
Edward appears somehow, staring at her with a blank, bored look. He stubs out his cigarette on his palm, the smell of singed flesh striking the air. He fixes his blonde hair, tying it back.
In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
*Baalze, check this out.*
*I saw it when you first posted it.*
*I'm trying to make a 3rd-level character for Dragon Heist.*
*I'm running low on ideas... I spent all day trying to work on Barbeau.*
*Sorry, didn’t know. Heard about you working on Barbeau, unfortunately I’m chock out of ideas, which means I’m practically useless to your endeavors.*
Few things in this world last this long after their creation, but few things originate from the pits of hell. A frantic man at about 5'6 sits before a large, black and red tome of incantations designed to bringforth the demonic dregs of the realm.. Or so he thinks. He performs the ritual perfectly, the flesh and blood he's sacrificed taking form sinew by sinew into a tall statured, broad bodied, three headed dragon woman. She stands on two legs, and her heads sit comfortable next to eachother. All 6 of her horns are ram like, black with slight magmatic veins running through them, tail flickering behind her, ending in a arrow-like point.
Her scales burning red, she looks down at the man who rought her forward, towering over him by a head. She tilts her main head as she listens to his request. "Kill my mortal enemy!" she stares at him and laughs after a moment, tearing into his flesh with gnashing teeth and claws, killing him instantly. That's not what she's for. The tome's title has been lost to time, but it is indeed for summoning demons, but their purpose is to be friendly to mortals... This man being an exception.
She steps out of the broken down cottage she was rendered in, eyes adjusting to the light. She surveys the land and decides to head for the tavern, unfurling her wings and slicing through the sky to reach her destination.
Edward appears somehow, staring at her with a blank, bored look. He stubs out his cigarette on his palm, the smell of singed flesh striking the air. He fixes his blonde hair, tying it back.
She hits the ground gracefully, arms made of flames coming from her back and holding a sign that says "10".
He raises a brow, his large fluffy shark-like tail flicking.
*Baalze, check this out.*
*If anyone would like to roleplay, speak now.
If not, I am off to play Dead By Daylight.*
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
*Of course, who do you want to have?*
*Cut for Salem. Nope, how about you?*
He chuckles, “I try, I want you to be at your best.” He leans over and gives them a kiss on the cheek, closing his eyes and sinking into the lava.
*I saw it when you first posted it.*
*I'm trying to make a 3rd-level character for Dragon Heist.*
*I'm running low on ideas... I spent all day trying to work on Barbeau.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Edward appears somehow, staring at her with a blank, bored look. He stubs out his cigarette on his palm, the smell of singed flesh striking the air. He fixes his blonde hair, tying it back.
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
*Uhh I suppose the new dude, Milo, and anyone you would like *
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
*Sorry, didn’t know. Heard about you working on Barbeau, unfortunately I’m chock out of ideas, which means I’m practically useless to your endeavors.*
“I suppose we should, what would you like to do?” He wraps his arms around them, protecting them directly, but keeping the heat close.
Marie watches him shift between forms, happy to have her little twink back.
Ambrosia helps them prepare, though she can’t come along.
He raises a brow, his large fluffy shark-like tail flicking.
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
*Eh, I don’t know man.*
Thorfinn is exploring the forest, moving at 150ft a round without anything stopping him, completely unhindered by the massive backpack he’s got.
Milo is having a wonderful day, and is finishing it off with having a meal at the Inn. Just something simple, cornbread, greens, and water.
"Middle realm, mortal realm, Middle Earth, whatever you want to call it." He shrugs, tilting his head.
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
Edward continues to watch, still smoking as he follows them. He seems to keep their pace somehow.
Ashi shows up behind him and sneak-hugs him again.
*How about Rag?*
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
“I don’t know, I don’t do much these days, help others, work out, think about life, I’ve never really had anything more than that to do.”
She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on her hips as she saunters over to them, “Really?”
She nods, holding back tears, not wanting to become some kind of reason they stay “So do I.”