A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
"Good luck to you too." The bot finishes off the "rat" and tosses it to the cowering man, who grabs it and instantly sprints up the stairs. You hear the receptionist laughing upstairs.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
The Innkeeper smiles warmly/nervously at him.
"Is there anything you need, sir? Some... er..." He looks over to the kitchen and gets a thumbs up from a nervous-looking human. "Food! We have food!" He "grins."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
The Innkeeper smiles warmly/nervously at him.
"Is there anything you need, sir? Some... er..." He looks over to the kitchen and gets a thumbs up from a nervous-looking human. "Food! We have food!" He "grins."
He coughs, "Yeah, I'd love some food. I'll take a some hashbrowns and bacon if you would be so kind." the scary guy takes out the cigarette from his mouth and places it in between his middle and index finger, "Got an ashtray around here?"
A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
The Innkeeper smiles warmly/nervously at him.
"Is there anything you need, sir? Some... er..." He looks over to the kitchen and gets a thumbs up from a nervous-looking human. "Food! We have food!" He "grins."
He coughs, "Yeah, I'd love some food. I'll take a some hashbrowns and bacon if you would be so kind." the scary guy takes out the cigarette from his mouth and places it in between his middle and index finger, "Got an ashtray around here?"
The Innkeeper nods and walks back to the desk, rooting around for a second. He pulls out a notepad and an ashtray, then jumps as he hears a THUMP from below.
"Adventurer's Card or cash?" he asks, placing down the ashtray and writing on the notepad.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
The Innkeeper smiles warmly/nervously at him.
"Is there anything you need, sir? Some... er..." He looks over to the kitchen and gets a thumbs up from a nervous-looking human. "Food! We have food!" He "grins."
He coughs, "Yeah, I'd love some food. I'll take a some hashbrowns and bacon if you would be so kind." the scary guy takes out the cigarette from his mouth and places it in between his middle and index finger, "Got an ashtray around here?"
The Innkeeper nods and walks back to the desk, rooting around for a second. He pulls out a notepad and an ashtray, then jumps as he hears a THUMP from below.
"Adventurer's Card or cash?" he asks, placing down the ashtray and writing on the notepad.
"Silver." He digs around in his coat and pulls out a bag, a note subsequently falls out, "I don't trust the new magic methods of payment." nods and puts out his cigarette
A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
The Innkeeper smiles warmly/nervously at him.
"Is there anything you need, sir? Some... er..." He looks over to the kitchen and gets a thumbs up from a nervous-looking human. "Food! We have food!" He "grins."
He coughs, "Yeah, I'd love some food. I'll take a some hashbrowns and bacon if you would be so kind." the scary guy takes out the cigarette from his mouth and places it in between his middle and index finger, "Got an ashtray around here?"
The Innkeeper nods and walks back to the desk, rooting around for a second. He pulls out a notepad and an ashtray, then jumps as he hears a THUMP from below.
"Adventurer's Card or cash?" he asks, placing down the ashtray and writing on the notepad.
"Silver." He digs around in his coat and pulls out a bag, a note subsequently falls out, "I don't trust the new magic methods of payment." nods and puts out his cigarette
"Ah, of course."
He looks towards the kitchen. The nervous man seems to be wrestling something to the ground.
"I'll be right back, sir."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man with short black hair, a trench coat with a very dystopian look, and black leather pants walks into the tavern. He swings his axe over his shoulder, sits at the nearest open table, props his feet up, and remains silent.
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"Good luck to you too." The bot finishes off the "rat" and tosses it to the cowering man, who grabs it and instantly sprints up the stairs. You hear the receptionist laughing upstairs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Innkeeper smiles warmly/nervously at him.
"Is there anything you need, sir? Some... er..." He looks over to the kitchen and gets a thumbs up from a nervous-looking human. "Food! We have food!" He "grins."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He coughs, "Yeah, I'd love some food. I'll take a some hashbrowns and bacon if you would be so kind." the scary guy takes out the cigarette from his mouth and places it in between his middle and index finger, "Got an ashtray around here?"
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The Innkeeper nods and walks back to the desk, rooting around for a second. He pulls out a notepad and an ashtray, then jumps as he hears a THUMP from below.
"Adventurer's Card or cash?" he asks, placing down the ashtray and writing on the notepad.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Silver." He digs around in his coat and pulls out a bag, a note subsequently falls out, "I don't trust the new magic methods of payment." nods and puts out his cigarette
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"Ah, of course."
He looks towards the kitchen. The nervous man seems to be wrestling something to the ground.
"I'll be right back, sir."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course."
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Sounds of violence arise from the kitchen.
Cries of "Get over here you little sh-" and "Grab that health inspector!" echo throughout the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Guy tries to see what's going on
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The nervous man is bludgeoning some third man to unconsciousness with a cast iron skillet while the innkeeper fights a dog-sized monster.
"You should be dead, you little-" his grimacing face turns toward you, suddenly smiling. "This will just take a second!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*On a side note, I love your characters and how they contrast with each other so much.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"..." He picks up his ax and slowly stalks over, "Do you need help?"
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"... yes..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He slowly raises his axe, "I assume lethal on dog, and you can handle the mortal?"
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*... Wait, whose characters are we talking about."
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"Yes, yes, hurry!" The innkeeper shouts, bleeding profusely from his arm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.