A short young woman with twin shortswords strapped to her left hip walks in. She is about 5' 4", with copper-green skin and long hair the color of a burning sunset. She wears leather armor with a faded symbol of a broken dragon scale embossed on the back.
She walks to the board and glances at it. Without diverting her attention, she speaks in a soft, melodious voice, "Thank you, Harbor Bird. My name is Gladys of the Fire Oaks."
"Pleasure to meet ya!" He chirps with a grin "are ya in need of anything?"
"Some coin, likely. Where I come from we don't use it. Your economic system is... new to me."
"I can help ya with that if you would like" he said with a grin. He jumps over the bar and walks over the quest board, pulling off a few papers and handing them to you "These seem like a good first start" he said
"Thank you, furred one." She looks at them.
He nods and grins "Tell what what appeals to ya then ill see if the offer still stands for the person"
*So what's on them? Or is it like the player chooses?*
The first on is on fresh paper. It reads in thick black letters "Bounty on Michael Kylon." the price below for the man is 1,000 gold.
The second paper is scarlet in color and is written in thin cursive. "Greetings traveler, i am in need of some help. The woods around my house have become infested with zombies and skeletons and i need someone to find out what is doing this awful work. I am willing to pay 500 gold for those who save my home from the undead"
"What did this 'Michael Kylon' do to warrant such a bounty?" She continues to hold both, looking at them in hopes of finding more details (such as: is the bounty Alive or Dead? Where's the house?)
Harbor shrugs "I just post em, i don't know until i contact the people" he said and flicked one of his ears.
(Yes. If you take the job you get teleported to the house.)
A short young woman with twin shortswords strapped to her left hip walks in. She is about 5' 4", with copper-green skin and long hair the color of a burning sunset. She wears leather armor with a faded symbol of a broken dragon scale embossed on the back.
She walks to the board and glances at it. Without diverting her attention, she speaks in a soft, melodious voice, "Thank you, Harbor Bird. My name is Gladys of the Fire Oaks."
"Pleasure to meet ya!" He chirps with a grin "are ya in need of anything?"
"Some coin, likely. Where I come from we don't use it. Your economic system is... new to me."
"I can help ya with that if you would like" he said with a grin. He jumps over the bar and walks over the quest board, pulling off a few papers and handing them to you "These seem like a good first start" he said
"Thank you, furred one." She looks at them.
He nods and grins "Tell what what appeals to ya then ill see if the offer still stands for the person"
*So what's on them? Or is it like the player chooses?*
The first on is on fresh paper. It reads in thick black letters "Bounty on Michael Kylon." the price below for the man is 1,000 gold.
The second paper is scarlet in color and is written in thin cursive. "Greetings traveler, i am in need of some help. The woods around my house have become infested with zombies and skeletons and i need someone to find out what is doing this awful work. I am willing to pay 500 gold for those who save my home from the undead"
"What did this 'Michael Kylon' do to warrant such a bounty?" She continues to hold both, looking at them in hopes of finding more details (such as: is the bounty Alive or Dead? Where's the house?)
Harbor shrugs "I just post em, i don't know until i contact the people" he said and flicked one of his ears.
(Yes. If you take the job you get teleported to the house.)
"I'll start with the second one, I suppose. The undead are a scourge upon the worlds. At least, most of them." She sets down the bounty and picks up the undead one.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A short young woman with twin shortswords strapped to her left hip walks in. She is about 5' 4", with copper-green skin and long hair the color of a burning sunset. She wears leather armor with a faded symbol of a broken dragon scale embossed on the back.
She walks to the board and glances at it. Without diverting her attention, she speaks in a soft, melodious voice, "Thank you, Harbor Bird. My name is Gladys of the Fire Oaks."
"Pleasure to meet ya!" He chirps with a grin "are ya in need of anything?"
"Some coin, likely. Where I come from we don't use it. Your economic system is... new to me."
"I can help ya with that if you would like" he said with a grin. He jumps over the bar and walks over the quest board, pulling off a few papers and handing them to you "These seem like a good first start" he said
"Thank you, furred one." She looks at them.
He nods and grins "Tell what what appeals to ya then ill see if the offer still stands for the person"
*So what's on them? Or is it like the player chooses?*
The first on is on fresh paper. It reads in thick black letters "Bounty on Michael Kylon." the price below for the man is 1,000 gold.
The second paper is scarlet in color and is written in thin cursive. "Greetings traveler, i am in need of some help. The woods around my house have become infested with zombies and skeletons and i need someone to find out what is doing this awful work. I am willing to pay 500 gold for those who save my home from the undead"
"What did this 'Michael Kylon' do to warrant such a bounty?" She continues to hold both, looking at them in hopes of finding more details (such as: is the bounty Alive or Dead? Where's the house?)
Harbor shrugs "I just post em, i don't know until i contact the people" he said and flicked one of his ears.
(Yes. If you take the job you get teleported to the house.)
"I'll start with the second one, I suppose. The undead are a scourge upon the worlds. At least, most of them." She sets down the bounty and picks up the undead one.
Harbor nods and picks up the former and sets it back up on the board. "Ill send out a note saying someone is coming!" he says.
As he grins at you you feel your body begin to feel lighter as the note's words begin glowing a bright blue color. Suddenly, you are in front of a old cabin that is thick with vines, mildew, and plants. The woods surrounding it is dark and misty, obscuring everything.
A short young woman with twin shortswords strapped to her left hip walks in. She is about 5' 4", with copper-green skin and long hair the color of a burning sunset. She wears leather armor with a faded symbol of a broken dragon scale embossed on the back.
She walks to the board and glances at it. Without diverting her attention, she speaks in a soft, melodious voice, "Thank you, Harbor Bird. My name is Gladys of the Fire Oaks."
"Pleasure to meet ya!" He chirps with a grin "are ya in need of anything?"
"Some coin, likely. Where I come from we don't use it. Your economic system is... new to me."
"I can help ya with that if you would like" he said with a grin. He jumps over the bar and walks over the quest board, pulling off a few papers and handing them to you "These seem like a good first start" he said
"Thank you, furred one." She looks at them.
He nods and grins "Tell what what appeals to ya then ill see if the offer still stands for the person"
*So what's on them? Or is it like the player chooses?*
The first on is on fresh paper. It reads in thick black letters "Bounty on Michael Kylon." the price below for the man is 1,000 gold.
The second paper is scarlet in color and is written in thin cursive. "Greetings traveler, i am in need of some help. The woods around my house have become infested with zombies and skeletons and i need someone to find out what is doing this awful work. I am willing to pay 500 gold for those who save my home from the undead"
"What did this 'Michael Kylon' do to warrant such a bounty?" She continues to hold both, looking at them in hopes of finding more details (such as: is the bounty Alive or Dead? Where's the house?)
Harbor shrugs "I just post em, i don't know until i contact the people" he said and flicked one of his ears.
(Yes. If you take the job you get teleported to the house.)
"I'll start with the second one, I suppose. The undead are a scourge upon the worlds. At least, most of them." She sets down the bounty and picks up the undead one.
Harbor nods and picks up the former and sets it back up on the board. "Ill send out a note saying someone is coming!" he says.
As he grins at you you feel your body begin to feel lighter as the note's words begin glowing a bright blue color. Suddenly, you are in front of a old cabin that is thick with vines, mildew, and plants. The woods surrounding it is dark and misty, obscuring everything.
Gladys draws her swords and looks around. Perception: 20
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
(I'll be bringing someone in either tomorrow, or friday depending on how busy i am tomorrow.) (Also, happy thanksgiving incase i don't show tomorrow :D)
*Thank you Overkill (And Wendigo, of course). This feels like it will be very fun :)*
A tall, bulky dragonborn thumps in, his scales a gleaming white with a subtle hint of green underneath the radiance. He wears well made chain mail, and carries a gigantic greatsword, and two handaxes are on his hips. He smiles, looking around and taking a deep breath.
"Well met, Mr. Bird! A lovely place, this is." He takes a look at the board.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A halfling man enters the tavern, having pale skin, green eyes, and ginger colored hair. Freckles dot the space on their cheeks. He seems to be in his early 20s and is dressed in travelers clothes that are covered by a set of leather armor. Their armor has some dark crimson stains on it's front, and they have two daggers strapped to their belt. They look around the room for a moment before looking at harbor, speaking in a irish accent, "Hey there, my Tarver. Tarver Cinderberry." He says, offering a handshake, "Pleased to meet ya."
A tall boy, approximately 21, walks in, he has pink hair, and broken wings. He can’t feel pain, the part of his brain that feels pain didn’t develop, so he can’t feel any pain with the broken wings. He’s wearing a red cape, hanging off one shoulder, a renaissance style white shirt with the PUFFY SLEEEEEEVES AND PUFFY BLACK PANTS with gold boots with a red tongue, and there’s like a bunch of gold chains with rubies that match the cape and he. Looks. Beautiful. His eyes are a blue-ish gray and his skin almost looks like a porcelain doll’s. He carries a greatsword on his hip, and a multitude of empty glass bottles, probably for potions.
A tall boy, approximately 21, walks in, he has pink hair, and broken wings. He can’t feel pain, the part of his brain that feels pain didn’t develop, so he can’t feel any pain with the broken wings. He’s wearing a red cape, hanging off one shoulder, a renaissance style white shirt with the PUFFY SLEEEEEEVES AND PUFFY BLACK PANTS with gold boots with a red tongue, and there’s like a bunch of gold chains with rubies that match the cape and he. Looks. Beautiful. His eyes are a blue-ish gray and his skin almost looks like a porcelain doll’s. He carries a greatsword on his hip, and a multitude of empty glass bottles, probably for potions.
A tall boy, approximately 21, walks in, he has pink hair, and broken wings. He can’t feel pain, the part of his brain that feels pain didn’t develop, so he can’t feel any pain with the broken wings. He’s wearing a red cape, hanging off one shoulder, a renaissance style white shirt with the PUFFY SLEEEEEEVES AND PUFFY BLACK PANTS with gold boots with a red tongue, and there’s like a bunch of gold chains with rubies that match the cape and he. Looks. Beautiful. His eyes are a blue-ish gray and his skin almost looks like a porcelain doll’s. He carries a greatsword on his hip, and a multitude of empty glass bottles, probably for potions.
A tall boy, approximately 21, walks in, he has pink hair, and broken wings. He can’t feel pain, the part of his brain that feels pain didn’t develop, so he can’t feel any pain with the broken wings. He’s wearing a red cape, hanging off one shoulder, a renaissance style white shirt with the PUFFY SLEEEEEEVES AND PUFFY BLACK PANTS with gold boots with a red tongue, and there’s like a bunch of gold chains with rubies that match the cape and he. Looks. Beautiful. His eyes are a blue-ish gray and his skin almost looks like a porcelain doll’s. He carries a greatsword on his hip, and a multitude of empty glass bottles, probably for potions.
A tall boy, approximately 21, walks in, he has pink hair, and broken wings. He can’t feel pain, the part of his brain that feels pain didn’t develop, so he can’t feel any pain with the broken wings. He’s wearing a red cape, hanging off one shoulder, a renaissance style white shirt with the PUFFY SLEEEEEEVES AND PUFFY BLACK PANTS with gold boots with a red tongue, and there’s like a bunch of gold chains with rubies that match the cape and he. Looks. Beautiful. His eyes are a blue-ish gray and his skin almost looks like a porcelain doll’s. He carries a greatsword on his hip, and a multitude of empty glass bottles, probably for potions.
The Viking dwarf waves hello
The Aasimar waves back
"Who are you?" He says, in a deep gruff voice
“I am Artemis” he bows “and you?”
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I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Harbor shrugs "I just post em, i don't know until i contact the people" he said and flicked one of his ears.
(Yes. If you take the job you get teleported to the house.)
[Taken by my squirmy wormy]
"I'll start with the second one, I suppose. The undead are a scourge upon the worlds. At least, most of them." She sets down the bounty and picks up the undead one.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*THIS LOOKS FUN :D. Mostly cause 0verkill made it and i wanna talk play with people*
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
Harbor nods and picks up the former and sets it back up on the board. "Ill send out a note saying someone is coming!" he says.
As he grins at you you feel your body begin to feel lighter as the note's words begin glowing a bright blue color. Suddenly, you are in front of a old cabin that is thick with vines, mildew, and plants. The woods surrounding it is dark and misty, obscuring everything.
[Taken by my squirmy wormy]
Gladys draws her swords and looks around. Perception: 20
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Yeah!*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Also, barnacle-toed-frog*
(I'll be bringing someone in either tomorrow, or friday depending on how busy i am tomorrow.) (Also, happy thanksgiving incase i don't show tomorrow :D)
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
[[ barnacle-toed-frog!! This could be where I intro Lianis :0 ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Thank you Overkill (And Wendigo, of course). This feels like it will be very fun :)*
A tall, bulky dragonborn thumps in, his scales a gleaming white with a subtle hint of green underneath the radiance. He wears well made chain mail, and carries a gigantic greatsword, and two handaxes are on his hips. He smiles, looking around and taking a deep breath.
"Well met, Mr. Bird! A lovely place, this is." He takes a look at the board.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Happy thanksgiving. I dunno if i'll be on for long enough today to intro*
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
*Yeah, I just barely had time to do mine. I have to go super soon, too*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Btw, my dragonborn's greatsword is a weapon of warning*
*AND my first post should say barnacle-toed-frog, but now it doesn't matter 'cause I just said it again*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
A halfling man enters the tavern, having pale skin, green eyes, and ginger colored hair. Freckles dot the space on their cheeks. He seems to be in his early 20s and is dressed in travelers clothes that are covered by a set of leather armor. Their armor has some dark crimson stains on it's front, and they have two daggers strapped to their belt. They look around the room for a moment before looking at harbor, speaking in a irish accent, "Hey there, my Tarver. Tarver Cinderberry." He says, offering a handshake, "Pleased to meet ya."
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
A dwarf in chainmail and wielding a large sword walks in, his helmet looks like a classic Viking helmet, a giant dagger on his belt
It's a barnacled toe frog
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
A tall boy, approximately 21, walks in, he has pink hair, and broken wings. He can’t feel pain, the part of his brain that feels pain didn’t develop, so he can’t feel any pain with the broken wings. He’s wearing a red cape, hanging off one shoulder, a renaissance style white shirt with the PUFFY SLEEEEEEVES AND PUFFY BLACK PANTS with gold boots with a red tongue, and there’s like a bunch of gold chains with rubies that match the cape and he. Looks. Beautiful. His eyes are a blue-ish gray and his skin almost looks like a porcelain doll’s. He carries a greatsword on his hip, and a multitude of empty glass bottles, probably for potions.
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
The Viking dwarf waves hello
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The Aasimar waves back
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Who are you?" He says, in a deep gruff voice
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*hi overkill, if I decide to be a mod and DM, can I still have characters that go on other quests?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
“I am Artemis” he bows “and you?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger