She tries to get a better look at what's happening
Perception: 9
It doesn't take a lot of effort to see what's going on. The police are trying to shove the giant skeleton from before down into the sewers. It seems they're trying to make them go back down single file, but the skeleton, now with two broken legs, is absolutely livid. It is trying to shove the officers aside to get to the zombies.
Auburn fires an arrow at one of the police, just the leg, not lethal, mostly a warning shot, and to draw their attention from the skeleton
The police turn their attention to where the shot came from, but, not seeing her, pull out flintlocks and start pointing them in random directions, looking for her. The skeleton, seeing them whip out guns, completely loses any composure and sweeps the ground with its long arms, slamming several officers into the walls. It then starts grabbing zombies and pulling them down, all while shouting in some unknown language. It doesn't take a genius to tell that it's cursing up a storm.
Auburn holds her ground, keeping an eye on what's happening
Eventually, all the undead are underground, and the police manage to get to their feet. In a sort of poetic justice, some of them seem to have broken their legs from the brutal attack.
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Auburn waits for the police to leave before getting out of there.
They wander off, probably to get medical attention. She makes it to her home without issue: The Complex. A massive, concrete building that was likely a slaughterhouse refurbished to be a housing complex sometime last century. It's overcrowded to the point that some people have to sleep in the halls, but she managed to get a shared room with the daughter of her fence. That's how she met Garrick, actually. Through his daughter.
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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.
Something is shimmering nearby, as though something became slightly more visible as he grew closer.
"I am Storyn..." whispers the zombie in Celestial.
The boy nods excitedly. "Come on! Try again! It's easy!"
He hides behind a tree and starts playing their Lute, the tune similar to a fey song to dispel trickery.
“How long have been here?”
“Very well.” She goes in for another kick, this time much stronger, nearly sending it straight to the boys face, but it seemed to lose all momentum last second and falls to his feet. “I apologize.”
The clacking of utensils quiets for just a second, before a booming voice can be heard, not in common, but he can understand it perfectly somehow. "That one knows our tricks! Well, almost! Let him in!" And suddenly he sees an assortment of angels, demons, devils, and fey all laughing, eating, and carousing. In the center of it all is a fat, white demon that looks almost like a crocodile. He has two sickles tied around his ample waist. He laughs and gestures for the tiefling to come over.
"I don't know... long..."
"That was so cool!" He shouts, picking up the ball and running over. "You almost hit me!"
The Tiefling does, pulling a seed from his pocket and throws it as it grows to a chair, before landing on the other side of the table to the demon. The Tiefling takes a seat. The gnome could be heard making some sound of anger.
“I’m sorry. What are you making?”
“I suppose it was cool. I am Nil. And you?” She reaches out to shake the boys hand.
The clacking of utensils quiets for just a second, before a booming voice can be heard, not in common, but he can understand it perfectly somehow. "That one knows our tricks! Well, almost! Let him in!" And suddenly he sees an assortment of angels, demons, devils, and fey all laughing, eating, and carousing. In the center of it all is a fat, white demon that looks almost like a crocodile. He has two sickles tied around his ample waist. He laughs and gestures for the tiefling to come over.
"I don't know... long..."
"That was so cool!" He shouts, picking up the ball and running over. "You almost hit me!"
The Tiefling does, pulling a seed from his pocket and throws it as it grows to a chair, before landing on the other side of the table to the demon. The Tiefling takes a seat. The gnome could be heard making some sound of anger.
“I’m sorry. What are you making?”
“I suppose it was cool. I am Nil. And you?” She reaches out to shake the boys hand.
The crocodilian demon puts a fat, muscular arm over the back of the tiefling's chair. "How is your friend, newcomer? He seems to be having a rough time. Perhaps he should take a break with us." One of the fey laughs. The tiefling gets the impression that he made a pun that doesn't translate very well.
"Garask... will heal me... I just need... circle..."
"I'm Rigel Baudelaire. My father owns this town, and he doesn't want me playing with the other kids. But you don't live here, do you?"
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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.
Rose Leadfoot, named so after her father's distinctive (and poisonous) prosthetic, waves from her desk. "We've got enough money to buy either thread or paper. I was thinking thread, since that might work as string in a pinch, and I think you need string for your work, right?" She talks like this all the time. As an aspiring writer, she needs the paper for her own work, but Garrick had thought her patience back when he started hallucinating regularly.
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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 crocodilian demon puts a fat, muscular arm over the back of the tiefling's chair. "How is your friend, newcomer? He seems to be having a rough time. Perhaps he should take a break with us." One of the fey laughs. The tiefling gets the impression that he made a pun that doesn't translate very well.
"Garask... will heal me... I just need... circle..."
"I'm Rigel Baudelaire. My father owns this town, and he doesn't want me playing with the other kids. But you don't live here, do you?"
The Tiefling says nothing and instead makes certain hang gestures. *read if they know sign language*
“He probably would take the offer of a break as an insult. My question is, what’s happening here?”
“Garask is dealing with business in another realm, along with others, but I may be able to help. (I’m assuming Garask is a god)
“I am not. I am simply visiting with my brother and his friends.”
A small, hooded figure walks into the Gay Turnip Tavern, selects a barstool, and climbs up. Their head is barely above the bar, and their bare feet dangle in the air.
The Aasimar looks to them in a daze. “How’s the searching Ternikus? Find any of that metal, what’s it called, adamantium, or something?” She obviously has them confused for someone else.
A scratchy, high voice speaks out, "Eh? Who? Me name's, er, Johan. Johan, uh, um, Blockcarver, yeah.
*I'll put the sheet in a sec.*
“Well, Joann, how’s it going? Good, bad, neither, both.”
"It's Johan. I surppose I'm, eh, fine."
*(Pronounced "Yohan")*
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The crocodilian demon puts a fat, muscular arm over the back of the tiefling's chair. "How is your friend, newcomer? He seems to be having a rough time. Perhaps he should take a break with us." One of the fey laughs. The tiefling gets the impression that he made a pun that doesn't translate very well.
"Garask... will heal me... I just need... circle..."
"I'm Rigel Baudelaire. My father owns this town, and he doesn't want me playing with the other kids. But you don't live here, do you?"
The Tiefling says nothing and instead makes certain hand gestures. *read if they know sign language*
“He probably would take the offer of a break as an insult. My question is, what’s happening here?”
“Garask is dealing with business in another realm, along with others, but I may be able to help." (I’m assuming Garask is a god)
“I am not. I am simply visiting with my brother and his friends.”
The demon laughs heartily. "We're celebrating, of course! My holiday is coming up, and I wanted an excuse to get everyone in town!" *I made a mistake, the crocodile demon is monochrome, not all white.*
"You can... help? No... don't want... to burden you... Garask didn't leave us... not yet... but... if you help... I will teach you... his sigil..."
"Cool! Do you have time to play?"
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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.
"Thread is helpful, but I know for your work you need paper, I can get thread and I've got plenty of string, you get your paper."
"Alright! I'll go get it in the morning! Oh, by the way, I heard the bird again today! Their music was so sweet, but they sounded sad. I'm a bit worried for them. Do you think they miss their family?"
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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.
OK I missed a lot! I go to my house, pull out the book, and start reading.
*Am I playing this too much like a wizard? My character concept was that she wanted to find out more about her lineage, and her magic.*
It appears to be an ancient text on undead, crudely translated to draconic by Charlie himself. One of the throughlines he finds is the Demon of Life, Death, Harvest, and Undeath, named Garask. He has his origins in swamp dragons, and may still lurk about today. She also finds out about the Bone Miser and some religious practices of the people who lived in the ruins outside of Vermios.
*I'm not one to tell others how to play. Plus, we need a "librarian" character willing to seek out knowledge for the party once the pbp starts, and so far Alybellis seems perfect for the role!*
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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 crocodilian demon puts a fat, muscular arm over the back of the tiefling's chair. "How is your friend, newcomer? He seems to be having a rough time. Perhaps he should take a break with us." One of the fey laughs. The tiefling gets the impression that he made a pun that doesn't translate very well.
"Garask... will heal me... I just need... circle..."
"I'm Rigel Baudelaire. My father owns this town, and he doesn't want me playing with the other kids. But you don't live here, do you?"
The Tiefling says nothing and instead makes certain hand gestures. *read if they know sign language*
“He probably would take the offer of a break as an insult. My question is, what’s happening here?”
“Garask is dealing with business in another realm, along with others, but I may be able to help." (I’m assuming Garask is a god)
“I am not. I am simply visiting with my brother and his friends.”
The demon laughs heartily. "We're celebrating, of course! My holiday is coming up, and I wanted an excuse to get everyone in town!" *I made a mistake, the crocodile demon is monochrome, not all white.*
"You can... help? No... don't want... to burden you... Garask didn't leave us... not yet... but... if you help... I will teach you... his sigil..."
"Cool! Do you have time to play?"
*I know their a crocodile demon, but whenever I try to imagine him, i just see the goblin king from the Hobbit*
“Sounds pleasant. What might be your holiday traditions?”
Sylvan reaches out their hand. “It will be quick and easy.”
“I don’t seem to know the rules to whatever game you are playing.”
The demon laughs heartily. "We're celebrating, of course! My holiday is coming up, and I wanted an excuse to get everyone in town!" *I made a mistake, the crocodile demon is monochrome, not all white.*
"You can... help? No... don't want... to burden you... Garask didn't leave us... not yet... but... if you help... I will teach you... his sigil..."
"Cool! Do you have time to play?"
*I know their a crocodile demon, but whenever I try to imagine him, i just see the goblin king from the Hobbit*
“Sounds pleasant. What might be your holiday traditions?”
Sylvan reaches out their hand. “It will be quick and easy.”
“I don’t seem to know the rules to whatever game you are playing.”
"You probably know it as the Pig Festival. They don't worship me on that day, but if you know, you know. I am the Demon of Harvest, after all!"
The zombie reaches out with her free hand and takes Sylvan's (most low-level healing spells don't work on undead, and they don't heal naturally, so I'm interested to see what your plan is).
"Well, we just kick the ball back and forth to each other. It's a simple game, but it's the only one I know. Dad used to play it with me sometimes, but he's too busy nowadays."
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Eventually, all the undead are underground, and the police manage to get to their feet. In a sort of poetic justice, some of them seem to have broken their legs from the brutal attack.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Auburn waits for the police to leave before getting out of there.
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
They wander off, probably to get medical attention. She makes it to her home without issue: The Complex. A massive, concrete building that was likely a slaughterhouse refurbished to be a housing complex sometime last century. It's overcrowded to the point that some people have to sleep in the halls, but she managed to get a shared room with the daughter of her fence. That's how she met Garrick, actually. Through his daughter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Tiefling does, pulling a seed from his pocket and throws it as it grows to a chair, before landing on the other side of the table to the demon. The Tiefling takes a seat. The gnome could be heard making some sound of anger.
“I’m sorry. What are you making?”
“I suppose it was cool. I am Nil. And you?” She reaches out to shake the boys hand.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Hey,"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The crocodilian demon puts a fat, muscular arm over the back of the tiefling's chair. "How is your friend, newcomer? He seems to be having a rough time. Perhaps he should take a break with us." One of the fey laughs. The tiefling gets the impression that he made a pun that doesn't translate very well.
"Garask... will heal me... I just need... circle..."
"I'm Rigel Baudelaire. My father owns this town, and he doesn't want me playing with the other kids. But you don't live here, do you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I should warn you guys, I only have like ten minutes and then I'm off.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rose Leadfoot, named so after her father's distinctive (and poisonous) prosthetic, waves from her desk. "We've got enough money to buy either thread or paper. I was thinking thread, since that might work as string in a pinch, and I think you need string for your work, right?" She talks like this all the time. As an aspiring writer, she needs the paper for her own work, but Garrick had thought her patience back when he started hallucinating regularly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thread is helpful, but I know for your work you need paper, I can get thread and I've got plenty of string, you get your paper."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The Tiefling says nothing and instead makes certain hang gestures. *read if they know sign language*
“He probably would take the offer of a break as an insult. My question is, what’s happening here?”
“Garask is dealing with business in another realm, along with others, but I may be able to help. (I’m assuming Garask is a god)
“I am not. I am simply visiting with my brother and his friends.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A kid is perched on a chair in the Gay Turnip, hunched over a glass of water
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"It's Johan. I surppose I'm, eh, fine."
*(Pronounced "Yohan")*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
The demon laughs heartily. "We're celebrating, of course! My holiday is coming up, and I wanted an excuse to get everyone in town!" *I made a mistake, the crocodile demon is monochrome, not all white.*
"You can... help? No... don't want... to burden you... Garask didn't leave us... not yet... but... if you help... I will teach you... his sigil..."
"Cool! Do you have time to play?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alright! I'll go get it in the morning! Oh, by the way, I heard the bird again today! Their music was so sweet, but they sounded sad. I'm a bit worried for them. Do you think they miss their family?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
OK I missed a lot! I go to my house, pull out the book, and start reading.
*Am I playing this too much like a wizard? My character concept was that she wanted to find out more about her lineage, and her magic.*
PM me the word “Tomato”
It appears to be an ancient text on undead, crudely translated to draconic by Charlie himself. One of the throughlines he finds is the Demon of Life, Death, Harvest, and Undeath, named Garask. He has his origins in swamp dragons, and may still lurk about today. She also finds out about the Bone Miser and some religious practices of the people who lived in the ruins outside of Vermios.
*I'm not one to tell others how to play. Plus, we need a "librarian" character willing to seek out knowledge for the party once the pbp starts, and so far Alybellis seems perfect for the role!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I know their a crocodile demon, but whenever I try to imagine him, i just see the goblin king from the Hobbit*
“Sounds pleasant. What might be your holiday traditions?”
Sylvan reaches out their hand. “It will be quick and easy.”
“I don’t seem to know the rules to whatever game you are playing.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"You probably know it as the Pig Festival. They don't worship me on that day, but if you know, you know. I am the Demon of Harvest, after all!"
The zombie reaches out with her free hand and takes Sylvan's (most low-level healing spells don't work on undead, and they don't heal naturally, so I'm interested to see what your plan is).
"Well, we just kick the ball back and forth to each other. It's a simple game, but it's the only one I know. Dad used to play it with me sometimes, but he's too busy nowadays."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.