He looks like he's afraid that everyone is seeing through him. He's trying to hide that he's trying to hide something, and watching his gaze, it seems to have something to do with food, despite him openly partaking himself. It doesn't seem to be poisoned or anything, and detect magic or detect evil and good don't show anything.
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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.
The kanabo, by some magic, refuses to leave his back. "I apologize for fighting near your town. I didn't intend to cause violence. I simply hoped that I could talk to this man and explain my situation. The situation was difficult to explain, however, as it escalated immediately after he saw me. I've been walking through the snow for a long time, and I didn't intend to get into a fight on my first day here."
She seems a bit confused. "Uh huh, it definitely escalated. Here, how about you explain your situation right here, where we're all nice and calm?"
"I am exiled from my home. I have been cursed from birth to have this oversized form. Until I develop a good reputation, and word of it reaches my parents' court, I am banished. My family is a royal one. They hid me for decades, as even in goblin royalty, a cursed child is unacceptable." He looks nothing like a goblin. He looks like an attractive, if far oversized, human man with long, flowing silver hair.
Her mouth opens a couple times, silently, as she considers this. "So fighting this here paladin increases your reputation?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The kanabo, by some magic, refuses to leave his back. "I apologize for fighting near your town. I didn't intend to cause violence. I simply hoped that I could talk to this man and explain my situation. The situation was difficult to explain, however, as it escalated immediately after he saw me. I've been walking through the snow for a long time, and I didn't intend to get into a fight on my first day here."
She seems a bit confused. "Uh huh, it definitely escalated. Here, how about you explain your situation right here, where we're all nice and calm?"
"I am exiled from my home. I have been cursed from birth to have this oversized form. Until I develop a good reputation, and word of it reaches my parents' court, I am banished. My family is a royal one. They hid me for decades, as even in goblin royalty, a cursed child is unacceptable." He looks nothing like a goblin. He looks like an attractive, if far oversized, human man with long, flowing silver hair.
Her mouth opens a couple times, silently, as she considers this. "So fighting this here paladin increases your reputation?"
"No. I intended to make peace before something like this happened. I wanted him to stop harassing the local goblin population with his small group of friends, but he assumed I was going to lead the goblins to war."
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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.
Shambler keeps his tone casual. “You’re clearly put a lot of effort into this meal, Mr. Black. It’s spectacular.”
*This didn't show up for me for EIGHT MINUTES*
*not the weird DDB notif system!!*
"Thank you. It's very important to me that I produce the greatest sensations possible. Otherwise... well, I couldn't really live with that."
Shambler idly flicks a piece of broccoli off the table. As it hits the ground, it sprouts roots and begins growing. “What do you mean? You seek perfection?”
The black-clad gwujad is laying out a huge feast in the center of town with the help of several white-furred kobolds. Honeyed ham, spit-roasted goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, buttered rolls, all sorts of gravy, and far too many vegetable options to count, along with flowing eggnog, punch, and hot chocolate. Almost everything is hot despite the frigid air and snowy weather.
The gwujad rings a large hand bell, signaling the kobolds to stop and for anyone nearby to come and feast. The table is set. The meal is prepared. One only needs the strength to partake.
Alloy runs up and feasts upon the warm food, acting like she hasn't has this good of food in years.
One of the snowbolds grants her a warm coat. It isn't just thick and soft, if feels like it was just heating by a warm fire.
Alloy happily takes it and hugs the coat for a bit before putting it on and continuing eating
"Thank you. It's very important to me that I produce the greatest sensations possible. Otherwise... well, I couldn't really live with that."
Shambler idly flicks a piece of broccoli off the table. As it hits the ground, it sprouts roots and begins growing. “What do you mean? You seek perfection?”
He seems to be caught a bit off guard. His nervousness gets worse. "Not perfection, per se. I don't believe such a thing is possible. I just believe everything should be the best it can reasonably be. I pride myself in the pleasure I can produce, and doing anything less than my best would be wasting the gifts I was granted."
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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.
The black-clad gwujad is laying out a huge feast in the center of town with the help of several white-furred kobolds. Honeyed ham, spit-roasted goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, buttered rolls, all sorts of gravy, and far too many vegetable options to count, along with flowing eggnog, punch, and hot chocolate. Almost everything is hot despite the frigid air and snowy weather.
The gwujad rings a large hand bell, signaling the kobolds to stop and for anyone nearby to come and feast. The table is set. The meal is prepared. One only needs the strength to partake.
Alloy runs up and feasts upon the warm food, acting like she hasn't has this good of food in years.
One of the snowbolds grants her a warm coat. It isn't just thick and soft, if feels like it was just heating by a warm fire.
Alloy happily takes it and hugs the coat for a bit before putting it on and continuing eating
Mr. Black watches, almost seeming like he's enjoying the food in her place.
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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.
"Thank you. It's very important to me that I produce the greatest sensations possible. Otherwise... well, I couldn't really live with that."
Shambler idly flicks a piece of broccoli off the table. As it hits the ground, it sprouts roots and begins growing. “What do you mean? You seek perfection?”
He seems to be caught a bit off guard. His nervousness gets worse. "Not perfection, per se. I don't believe such a thing is possible. I just believe everything should be the best it can reasonably be. I pride myself in the pleasure I can produce, and doing anything less than my best would be wasting the gifts I was granted."
Shambler bites into an grapefruit, ignoring the peel. “That makes perfect sense to me. Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.”
He seems to be caught a bit off guard. His nervousness gets worse. "Not perfection, per se. I don't believe such a thing is possible. I just believe everything should be the best it can reasonably be. I pride myself in the pleasure I can produce, and doing anything less than my best would be wasting the gifts I was granted."
Shambler bites into an grapefruit, ignoring the peel. “That makes perfect sense to me. Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.”
He calms. "Of course. As you can clearly taste, the blood, sweat and tears I metaphorically put into my work really pays off!"
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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.
He seems to be caught a bit off guard. His nervousness gets worse. "Not perfection, per se. I don't believe such a thing is possible. I just believe everything should be the best it can reasonably be. I pride myself in the pleasure I can produce, and doing anything less than my best would be wasting the gifts I was granted."
Shambler bites into an grapefruit, ignoring the peel. “That makes perfect sense to me. Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.”
He calms. "Of course. As you can clearly taste, the blood, sweat and tears I metaphorically put into my work really pays off!"
Shambler abandons his food and turns to face his host directly. “Odd choice of words. Mr. Black, are you quite alright?”
He seems to be caught a bit off guard. His nervousness gets worse. "Not perfection, per se. I don't believe such a thing is possible. I just believe everything should be the best it can reasonably be. I pride myself in the pleasure I can produce, and doing anything less than my best would be wasting the gifts I was granted."
Shambler bites into an grapefruit, ignoring the peel. “That makes perfect sense to me. Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.”
He calms. "Of course. As you can clearly taste, the blood, sweat and tears I metaphorically put into my work really pays off!"
Shambler abandons his food and turns to face his host directly. “Odd choice of words. Mr. Black, are you quite alright?”
*had to switch to the slower computer*
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" He turns away, his black-and-gold eyes eventually resting on the ground at his feet.
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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.
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Mr. Black observes with a faint nervousness. Anyone who wants to can make an insight check on him. DC is 18
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sure. 9
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Oooh, neat! (It’s not natural — Shambler has 18 to Wisdom)
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*Awesome!*
He looks like he's afraid that everyone is seeing through him. He's trying to hide that he's trying to hide something, and watching his gaze, it seems to have something to do with food, despite him openly partaking himself. It doesn't seem to be poisoned or anything, and detect magic or detect evil and good don't show anything.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler frowns. He examines the food, but does so discreetly (disadvantage) — he has no wish to offend his host.
13
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*Eck, not so awesome*
The food seems delicately prepared. Not a single thing is over- or under-cooked. He must have put a huge amount of effort and money into it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler keeps his tone casual. “You’re clearly put a lot of effort into this meal, Mr. Black. It’s spectacular.”
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Her mouth opens a couple times, silently, as she considers this. "So fighting this here paladin increases your reputation?"
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"No. I intended to make peace before something like this happened. I wanted him to stop harassing the local goblin population with his small group of friends, but he assumed I was going to lead the goblins to war."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This didn't show up for me for EIGHT MINUTES*
"Thank you. It's very important to me that I produce the greatest sensations possible. Otherwise... well, I couldn't really live with that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*not the weird DDB notif system!!*
Shambler idly flicks a piece of broccoli off the table. As it hits the ground, it sprouts roots and begins growing. “What do you mean? You seek perfection?”
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Alloy happily takes it and hugs the coat for a bit before putting it on and continuing eating
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*poor Baalze has to keep track of three rps at once!*
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He seems to be caught a bit off guard. His nervousness gets worse. "Not perfection, per se. I don't believe such a thing is possible. I just believe everything should be the best it can reasonably be. I pride myself in the pleasure I can produce, and doing anything less than my best would be wasting the gifts I was granted."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mr. Black watches, almost seeming like he's enjoying the food in her place.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Angelique is getting back on stage to do the second half of her final performance. She begins to play a soft mournful song of love and loss.
Kayla is nibbling a salad at her favorite table.
*I can probably only stay for a few minutes but I just wanted to get in on the rp and get Angelique’s concert going*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Shambler bites into an grapefruit, ignoring the peel. “That makes perfect sense to me. Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.”
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He calms. "Of course. As you can clearly taste, the blood, sweat and tears I metaphorically put into my work really pays off!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler abandons his food and turns to face his host directly. “Odd choice of words. Mr. Black, are you quite alright?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*had to switch to the slower computer*
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" He turns away, his black-and-gold eyes eventually resting on the ground at his feet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.