Doc, now in his Large Were-Rat Hybrid form patrols the Grot, quietly passing Triley's resting place. Doc protects the orphans and runaways seeking refuge in King Brock's Domain with his prodigious strength, size, and intellect. The revolver at his hip helps too
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Old school AD&D player, now learning to be a better DM dad
A man from the train is sitting on a bench. He is clearly a foreign soldier, dressed in a sallet helm and old body armor. A polearm of some sort sits on his back under his shield, its blade wrapped in cloth. His stamped armor, cheaply made and crudely refitted with hammer blows, has symbols scratched deeply all over it.
A couple of undead have gathered around him, despite him not seeming to do anything to draw them close. One of them even lies against his shoulder, which he does not complain about.
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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 man waves casually. There is a hint of familiarity in the symbols on the man's armor. They look to be the same general type as the carvings in the Grot.
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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.
"I carved them myself. Each suit is different, but they all have the same purpose." He gently pats the putrid zombie cuddling him. "Power over death. With most religious orders falling apart, I've had enough time and money to travel. Before now I was stuck in the trenches, fighting an endless war to keep my own hometown from ending up like this. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a bad place, it's just... not what my country needs."
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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.
'Why not? This place great. Bodies to loot. Pipes to hide in. Plenty of trash as well. What your country like?'
"My people have a different culture. Confining the undead to the sewers is unspeakably awful. They are an important part of our society and are treated equally. They don't feel pain, temperature, or exhaustion. It sickens me to see them treated this way. I've fought alongside these guys for almost eight years, and to see them so poorly cared for... they don't even give them embalming fluid. Hell, I haven't seen so much as a jar of the stuff in any stores I visited."
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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.
Triley scuttles closer, attempting to look menacing and kinda failing
The man slowly stands up, the zombie sitting upright. The soldier stares down at Triley. "It's not their choice. You can choose that life for yourself, but they were forced down there."
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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.
"I don't need any help," he says, somewhat defensively, though not seemingly on purpose
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Triley is watching Fester
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Triley is curled up in a pipe in the Grot, trying to relax
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Doc, now in his Large Were-Rat Hybrid form patrols the Grot, quietly passing Triley's resting place. Doc protects the orphans and runaways seeking refuge in King Brock's Domain with his prodigious strength, size, and intellect. The revolver at his hip helps too
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'Hey Doc!'
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Doc squeak/growls affirmatively, grinning toothily and nodding at Triley as he passes.
Old school AD&D player, now learning to be a better DM dad
A man from the train is sitting on a bench. He is clearly a foreign soldier, dressed in a sallet helm and old body armor. A polearm of some sort sits on his back under his shield, its blade wrapped in cloth. His stamped armor, cheaply made and crudely refitted with hammer blows, has symbols scratched deeply all over it.
A couple of undead have gathered around him, despite him not seeming to do anything to draw them close. One of them even lies against his shoulder, which he does not complain about.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hey!'
Triley scuttles out from a nearby grate
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The man waves casually. There is a hint of familiarity in the symbols on the man's armor. They look to be the same general type as the carvings in the Grot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hey nice armour. What is symbols?'
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"I carved them myself. Each suit is different, but they all have the same purpose." He gently pats the putrid zombie cuddling him. "Power over death. With most religious orders falling apart, I've had enough time and money to travel. Before now I was stuck in the trenches, fighting an endless war to keep my own hometown from ending up like this. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a bad place, it's just... not what my country needs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Why not? This place great. Bodies to loot. Pipes to hide in. Plenty of trash as well. What your country like?'
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"My people have a different culture. Confining the undead to the sewers is unspeakably awful. They are an important part of our society and are treated equally. They don't feel pain, temperature, or exhaustion. It sickens me to see them treated this way. I've fought alongside these guys for almost eight years, and to see them so poorly cared for... they don't even give them embalming fluid. Hell, I haven't seen so much as a jar of the stuff in any stores I visited."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'What wrong with sewers?'
Triley scuttles closer, attempting to look menacing and kinda failing
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The man slowly stands up, the zombie sitting upright. The soldier stares down at Triley. "It's not their choice. You can choose that life for yourself, but they were forced down there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Not feel pain though? Not feel temperature?'
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"They can feel comfort and discomfort though. They understand what they want, and they should have the opportunity to pursue it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Fair. But Grot is great. Have King Brock. He awesome. One day, Triley want to be like'
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