'I can see that. Probably more peaceful that whatever the hell is going up Up There.' he laughs. 'Yeah, whatever the hell does kinda cover it, being an almost literal hell'
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*That's what I was thinking! But he's undergone some changes since you last saw him. He's less of a combatant now and more of a support character. He ditched his armor and staff for a Heward's Handy Hibachi and Branded Cookware and traded his immediately recognizable (and legendary) appearance for a career as an adventuring chef.*
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
*As a mod... sure, why not? Just don't go around killing or feebleminding other people's characters without the player's consent or any of that crazy stuff, and this character should be good.*
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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.
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
“Lower ranks shall rise” yells something
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
*As a mod... sure, why not? Just don't go around killing or feebleminding other people's characters without the player's consent or any of that crazy stuff, and this character should be good.*
*don't worry, this is more of the guard that sometimes shakes down somebody*
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
“Lower ranks shall rise” yells something
A couple of random people slink away from the yelling thing, since that's not exactly a safe motto
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
“Lower ranks shall rise” yells something
A couple of random people slink away from the yelling thing, since that's not exactly a safe motto
“My name is sayeye, and I say we rise up together and fight for our freedoms, who’s with me?!” Yells sayeye
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
“Lower ranks shall rise” yells something
A couple of random people slink away from the yelling thing, since that's not exactly a safe motto
“My name is sayeye, and I say we rise up together and fight for our freedoms, who’s with me?!” Yells sayeye
"That's a dumb idea" a cackling voice says from the sorta foggy area
Back before the reign of the devils, Sun City had an indomitable lieutenant, more legendary than even the generals of the time.
That... thing today is known only as the Plague Eater. A horrible, monstrous hero, the Plague Eater was known for its insatiable appetite and its ornate armor. It literally chewed through enemy forces, whether undead, demonic, or worse. Its existence would not be believed if it were not for the concrete evidence of the being fighting in and winning major battles.
Whether you believe in the myths and legends or not, the Plague Eater has been used as a symbol of the Great Liberator of Gluttony for decades if not centuries. Everyone has heard of the beast. Three heads and plated head-to-toe in gold, corpulent and unstoppable... a true monster, filling the hole where its soul should be by stuffing itself with dead soldiers.
Rumors tell of the Plague Eater's return, and that he lurks deep in the Gut, hunting stray animals and Red Palm wine addicts for food.
A goblin walks into the tavern, heading for the bar to order a drink. They're short, maybe a little over 3ft, and has piercing yellow eyes woth scraggly brown hair. It's outfit is simple padded clothes, with a belt filled with daggers, and an odd metal doll of some sort
It is said that centuries before the city was built, a hideous creature hatched miles below ground. It burrowed it’s way to the surface and consumed wildlife and travelers. And strangely, light.
for an entire year it ravaged the landscape, creating a devastated wasteland without sunlight. Then, it burrowed back underground. Slowly, things returned to normal. Then, a century later, it rose again. And again. And again.
but then the city was built, and it stopped. Instead, it started to appear in the gut, feeding off of all the fire and light, and the occasional person. But when the Crimson Regent’s minions started to move their way into the tunnels, it ambushed them. There were no survivors.
and so, legend says that whenever the gut is hit with an earthquake, the creature appears and will stalk the settlement, feeding on their light sources and all of the Crimson Regent’s minions. (And sometimes other people, too) and while no person can agree on what it looks like, (the most common descriptions are a house sized Lindwyrm, a bat the size of a large tree, and an old man) the entirety of the gut has heard the story.
thats why people start panicking when they hear the earth rumble, and the roar of a beast in the distance.
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
“Lower ranks shall rise” yells something
A couple of random people slink away from the yelling thing, since that's not exactly a safe motto
“My name is sayeye, and I say we rise up together and fight for our freedoms, who’s with me?!” Yells sayeye
"That's a dumb idea" a cackling voice says from the sorta foggy area
“Who said that” yelled sayeye
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
'I did' says a guy in a greasy leather trenchcoat. 'Because it is a dumb idea. Noble, but dumb. You know what happens if we rise up? They beat us back down. Then send in revenge attacks. When they don't see us as a threat, they don't harass us half as much. But if we're a danger to their society, then they crack down hard, and not just on people like you, but on the ordinary folk, the men, women, and children. Fighting back is just inviting violence from them'
A towering, hooded figure "skulks" toward the tavern, moving through the town with an odd amount of discretion given his clothing. He wears a tabard and cloak, which combined nearly conceal the fact that he's wearing ornate, gilded plate mail underneath them. His helm and pauldrons are identical: styled after blink dogs, complete with tufts of fur at the end of their ears. His tabard is similarly decorated with occult symbols and images of blink dogs, as well as streaks embroidered to look like long, bloody handprints. His cape is a tapestry of meals, rendered in such detail as to make one's mouth water, and it covers a pack laden with the ingredients to make such victuals.
Most important of all, of course, is his cookware. Strapped across his chest is a set of black-and-gold damascus knives, cursed to the bone and gleaming with a strange hunger.
The figure looks around cautiously, as though nervous about his very ornate and opulent clothing.
“Ha but that’s why we like it down here” laughs something
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
'I can see that. Probably more peaceful that whatever the hell is going up Up There.' he laughs. 'Yeah, whatever the hell does kinda cover it, being an almost literal hell'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
As of late, things have gotten stirred up in the gut. A new enforcer strolled in a couple months back, funded by a group of topside folk wanting to make sure the lower ranks don't amass too much power in one spot. According to rumors, anyone who stood up to then would get the beating of their life at best, and something far worse if the enforcers were having a bad day. However, for the most part these seemed to be rumors. The gut is a large place, and word of mouth can get out of hand if unchecked. Though in a place like this, you can never be too careful
*hey. Does this sound OK for a premise?*
*That's what I was thinking! But he's undergone some changes since you last saw him. He's less of a combatant now and more of a support character. He ditched his armor and staff for a Heward's Handy Hibachi and Branded Cookware and traded his immediately recognizable (and legendary) appearance for a career as an adventuring chef.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*As a mod... sure, why not? Just don't go around killing or feebleminding other people's characters without the player's consent or any of that crazy stuff, and this character should be good.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Lower ranks shall rise” yells something
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*don't worry, this is more of the guard that sometimes shakes down somebody*
A couple of random people slink away from the yelling thing, since that's not exactly a safe motto
“My name is sayeye, and I say we rise up together and fight for our freedoms, who’s with me?!” Yells sayeye
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
"That's a dumb idea" a cackling voice says from the sorta foggy area
Back before the reign of the devils, Sun City had an indomitable lieutenant, more legendary than even the generals of the time.
That... thing today is known only as the Plague Eater. A horrible, monstrous hero, the Plague Eater was known for its insatiable appetite and its ornate armor. It literally chewed through enemy forces, whether undead, demonic, or worse. Its existence would not be believed if it were not for the concrete evidence of the being fighting in and winning major battles.
Whether you believe in the myths and legends or not, the Plague Eater has been used as a symbol of the Great Liberator of Gluttony for decades if not centuries. Everyone has heard of the beast. Three heads and plated head-to-toe in gold, corpulent and unstoppable... a true monster, filling the hole where its soul should be by stuffing itself with dead soldiers.
Rumors tell of the Plague Eater's return, and that he lurks deep in the Gut, hunting stray animals and Red Palm wine addicts for food.
A hunger insatiable has arisen.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*nobodies on qwq*
*I'm on*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Same)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A goblin walks into the tavern, heading for the bar to order a drink. They're short, maybe a little over 3ft, and has piercing yellow eyes woth scraggly brown hair. It's outfit is simple padded clothes, with a belt filled with daggers, and an odd metal doll of some sort
It is said that centuries before the city was built, a hideous creature hatched miles below ground. It burrowed it’s way to the surface and consumed wildlife and travelers. And strangely, light.
for an entire year it ravaged the landscape, creating a devastated wasteland without sunlight. Then, it burrowed back underground. Slowly, things returned to normal. Then, a century later, it rose again. And again. And again.
but then the city was built, and it stopped. Instead, it started to appear in the gut, feeding off of all the fire and light, and the occasional person. But when the Crimson Regent’s minions started to move their way into the tunnels, it ambushed them. There were no survivors.
and so, legend says that whenever the gut is hit with an earthquake, the creature appears and will stalk the settlement, feeding on their light sources and all of the Crimson Regent’s minions. (And sometimes other people, too) and while no person can agree on what it looks like, (the most common descriptions are a house sized Lindwyrm, a bat the size of a large tree, and an old man) the entirety of the gut has heard the story.
thats why people start panicking when they hear the earth rumble, and the roar of a beast in the distance.
*is that good?*
*is very good!*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
“Who said that” yelled sayeye
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
'I did' says a guy in a greasy leather trenchcoat. 'Because it is a dumb idea. Noble, but dumb. You know what happens if we rise up? They beat us back down. Then send in revenge attacks. When they don't see us as a threat, they don't harass us half as much. But if we're a danger to their society, then they crack down hard, and not just on people like you, but on the ordinary folk, the men, women, and children. Fighting back is just inviting violence from them'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
A towering, hooded figure "skulks" toward the tavern, moving through the town with an odd amount of discretion given his clothing. He wears a tabard and cloak, which combined nearly conceal the fact that he's wearing ornate, gilded plate mail underneath them. His helm and pauldrons are identical: styled after blink dogs, complete with tufts of fur at the end of their ears. His tabard is similarly decorated with occult symbols and images of blink dogs, as well as streaks embroidered to look like long, bloody handprints. His cape is a tapestry of meals, rendered in such detail as to make one's mouth water, and it covers a pack laden with the ingredients to make such victuals.
Most important of all, of course, is his cookware. Strapped across his chest is a set of black-and-gold damascus knives, cursed to the bone and gleaming with a strange hunger.
The figure looks around cautiously, as though nervous about his very ornate and opulent clothing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.