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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
"The names jim."
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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.
"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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
"The names jim."
"pleasure."
He tips his hat at you.
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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.
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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
"The names jim."
"pleasure."
He tips his hat at you.
The man throws his rifle back over his shoulder and holsters his 1911.
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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
"The names jim."
"pleasure."
He tips his hat at you.
The man throws his rifle back over his shoulder and holsters his 1911.
"You planin on getin a room?"
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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.
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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
"The names jim."
"pleasure."
He tips his hat at you.
The man throws his rifle back over his shoulder and holsters his 1911.
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."
"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
"The names jim."
"pleasure."
He tips his hat at you.
The man throws his rifle back over his shoulder and holsters his 1911.
"You planin on getin a room?"
"Nah. might just kip under the stars."
"Good idea. When your out there, make sure to look out for the ground troll, and if you get the opportunity I highly recommend fishing with the Gnomes." Jim walks off down a passage leading deep into the isle.
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"Yeah. I'm trained with them. Have been since I entered the Ghost program. Whats your name by the way?"
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"The names jim."
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"pleasure."
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He tips his hat at you.
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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.
The man throws his rifle back over his shoulder and holsters his 1911.
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"You planin on getin a room?"
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"Nah. might just kip under the stars."
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"Good idea. When your out there, make sure to look out for the ground troll, and if you get the opportunity I highly recommend fishing with the Gnomes." Jim walks off down a passage leading deep into the isle.
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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.
A big Xorn fell down onto the island, from somewhere above.
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Tel'chan remembers the shape of the island, and decides to try and get to the top, taking stairs and whatever he finds to get as high as he can.
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You land on a particularly soft patch of ground, and feel a rumbling beneath you.
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You get up to the highest natural point on the island. The only way to get higher is to go up the spire.
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*Whats goin on here*
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*Tavern stuff is going on here*
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Tel'chan decides to get as close as possible. He will go up to the spire.
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As you enter the spire, you see a massive staircase that seems to go on forever, and a rope that seems to hang from somewhere high above.
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He zooms up the stairs, and tugs on the rope.
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You grab the rope, and it begins to pull you up. You can fly faster than it's pull though.
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He keeps hold of the rope, but flies faster anyways.
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*My character was buried ages ago*
A small Tabaxi rogue which is for some reason holding a pretzel materialises onboard.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn