There is a loud roar of a helicopter as a man jumps from it and lands on the island. The helicopter flies away as the man takes in his surroundings. The man is 5'11", has brown hair, blue eyes, he wears a white shirt, black pants, and brown boots. On his back he has a backpack and a rifle. On his hip he has a pistol and a knife that are both holstered.
The ground beneath you begins to shake. But it's not really the ground. It's the grass.
The man crouches down and gently touches the grass trying to see where the origin of the shake is coming from.
Investigation: 14
It's coming from below, as if somethings shaking the roots of the grass
The man pulls a small shovel out of his bag and starts to dig.
The ground rises up underneath you, and you fall backward onto the ground. Rising up in front of you is a strange figure. Like a goliath in size, but made completely of mud and grass, apart from its nose which is granite and its eyes which are polished black pebbles. "You trod on me."
Very quickly the man puts away the shovel and takes his rifle off of his shoulder and aims it at the goliath. "WHo are you?"
"A resident of this place. Why did you step on me?"
The man clicks off the safety. "Well maybe you shouldn't hide in the mud."
"Where else would I sleep?"
"On the ground, and not under the ground."
"People sleep above the ground? Don't you get cold?"
"Thats why blankets exist."
"Hmmm. If you don't mind, I'm going back to bed." The creature sinks back into the ground, becoming completely disguised.
The man sighs, turns on the saftey, shoulders his rifle and walks into the tavern.
Not many people are in the Tavern. The bartender is helping someone get a room, a Thri'Kreen is chilling at the bar, a Kobold is chilling at a table at the back of the room, and a man in a cowboy hat and boots is drinking at the bar
*All these characters are other people's characters, apart from the bartender and the Cowboy who are NPC's.*
The man walks up to the cowboy and sits down next to him.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
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The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
"If you want a possible threat, there's one over there." He points over to the kobold sitting in the corner of the room. (Dragons Character) "The rumours say some dragon thing is after him, and it might come here."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
"If you want a possible threat, there's one over there." He points over to the kobold sitting in the corner of the room. (Dragons Character) "The rumours say some dragon thing is after him, and it might come here."
"Fun. A slight challenge. What sorta weapons are ya carrying stanger?"
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
"If you want a possible threat, there's one over there." He points over to the kobold sitting in the corner of the room. (Dragons Character) "The rumours say some dragon thing is after him, and it might come here."
"Fun. A slight challenge. What sorta weapons are ya carrying stanger?"
"Me? Only betty." He puts a revolver down on the bar.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
"If you want a possible threat, there's one over there." He points over to the kobold sitting in the corner of the room. (Dragons Character) "The rumours say some dragon thing is after him, and it might come here."
"Fun. A slight challenge. What sorta weapons are ya carrying stanger?"
"Me? Only betty." He puts a revolver down on the bar.
"Nice." The man places a silenced 1911, and a silenced M12 on the bar.
The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
"Doing well. How about you?"
"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
"Missions."
"What kinda missions?"
"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
"Wait, so you kill people?"
The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
"Where's home?"
"Earth."
"Where's that?"
"Very far away."
"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
"If you want a possible threat, there's one over there." He points over to the kobold sitting in the corner of the room. (Dragons Character) "The rumours say some dragon thing is after him, and it might come here."
"Fun. A slight challenge. What sorta weapons are ya carrying stanger?"
"Me? Only betty." He puts a revolver down on the bar.
"Nice." The man places a silenced 1911, and a silenced M12 on the bar.
"Oh, so you use modern weapons, huh? They never worked for me."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
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The man walks up to the cowboy and sits down next to him.
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The cowboy wears a rough black leather jacket, dusty brown trousers and, obviously, Cowboy boots. Dark brown hair adorns his head and on his face in the form of a small mustache. He seems to be wearing a cowboy hat as well, but its smaller and a darker brown than the stereotypical ones. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly little smirk for a smile. "How you do 'in?" He asks.
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"Doing well. How about you?"
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"I'm mighty fine, thanks for askin. What brings you to these parts?"
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"Missions."
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"What kinda missions?"
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"Reconnaissance, taking out targets, ect."
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"Wait, so you kill people?"
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The man nods. "Back home they call us sorta folk Ghosts. Here one second then gone without a trace."
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"Where's home?"
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"Earth."
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"Where's that?"
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"Very far away."
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"Huh. What's your mission here then?"
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"Recon and protect the locals from outside threats."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"If you want a possible threat, there's one over there." He points over to the kobold sitting in the corner of the room. (Dragons Character) "The rumours say some dragon thing is after him, and it might come here."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Fun. A slight challenge. What sorta weapons are ya carrying stanger?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Me? Only betty." He puts a revolver down on the bar.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Nice." The man places a silenced 1911, and a silenced M12 on the bar.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Oh, so you use modern weapons, huh? They never worked for me."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.