After the events that perspired earlier today, Auburn gets up from her table and starts to walk towards the door, she's heading back to her home in the Gut.
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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.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
A pale gnome is digging through the swamp of the Grot, obviously looking for something. A bit away, a stag-horned Tiefling with green skin is setting up some kind of stone circle.
A white Tabaxi is wandering the Grot, looking for any sign of life, living or dead. He carries a silver spear on his back and wears some kind of leather gloves.
A seemingly young human girl, around 14, wearing silky white robes is wandering the streets of the Guzzle.
A Fallen Aasimar is laughing along side the bartender, after her fifth shot.
*all these characters are 16, except for the human girl*
*I assume you meant the Grease for the first one* They can hear what sounds like the echoes of a banquet nearby. They haven't been disturbed by any wildlife so far, which makes this even stranger.
There is a legless zombie slowly, steadily scratching a circle in the stone floor with a small rock. Judging by the bits around it, it was once a much larger rock.
A red leather ball ball rolls in her direction. "Kick it back!" calls a young boy in fine clothes.
*yeah*
The gnome ignores it. “I know it’s here somewhere! Soon as I find it, my debt be gone and I can get out of this (beep)town!” The Tiefling, however, pulls out a grass and flower covered lute with vines instead of strings. He heads a few feet closer to the sound.
The Tabaxi kneels down next to the zombie. “Hello. I am Sylvan. And you?”
The girl looks to the ball, then the boy. “This is yours?” She attempts a weak kick, rolling it a few feet close for the boy, but not all the way.
After the events that perspired earlier today, Auburn gets up from her table and starts to walk towards the door, she's heading back to her home in the Gut.
As she's walking home, she hears what sounds like what might be a funeral, along with angry shouting.
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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.
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 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.
Waldorf leans over, smiling. "What can I get you for, stranger?"
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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.
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.*
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
*I assume you meant the Grease for the first one* They can hear what sounds like the echoes of a banquet nearby. They haven't been disturbed by any wildlife so far, which makes this even stranger.
There is a legless zombie slowly, steadily scratching a circle in the stone floor with a small rock. Judging by the bits around it, it was once a much larger rock.
A red leather ball ball rolls in her direction. "Kick it back!" calls a young boy in fine clothes.
*yeah*
The gnome ignores it. “I know it’s here somewhere! Soon as I find it, my debt be gone and I can get out of this (beep)town!” The Tiefling, however, pulls out a grass and flower covered lute with vines instead of strings. He heads a few feet closer to the sound.
The Tabaxi kneels down next to the zombie. “Hello. I am Sylvan. And you?”
The girl looks to the ball, then the boy. “This is yours?” She attempts a weak kick, rolling it a few feet close for the boy, but not all the way.
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!"
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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.
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.
Waldorf leans over, smiling. "What can I get you for, stranger?"
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.”
She moves unnoticed, and witnesses police officers trying to keep a horde of wailing zombies back from something.
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.
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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.”
She moves unnoticed, and witnesses police officers trying to keep a horde of wailing zombies back from something.
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
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
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!"
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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.
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.
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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.
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
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
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After the events that perspired earlier today, Auburn gets up from her table and starts to walk towards the door, she's heading back to her home in the Gut.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*the grease*
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.
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."
*yeah*
The gnome ignores it. “I know it’s here somewhere! Soon as I find it, my debt be gone and I can get out of this (beep)town!” The Tiefling, however, pulls out a grass and flower covered lute with vines instead of strings. He heads a few feet closer to the sound.
The Tabaxi kneels down next to the zombie. “Hello. I am Sylvan. And you?”
The girl looks to the ball, then the boy. “This is yours?” She attempts a weak kick, rolling it a few feet close for the boy, but not all the way.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
As she's walking home, she hears what sounds like what might be a funeral, along with angry shouting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She quietly goes to investigate,
Stealth: 18
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Waldorf leans over, smiling. "What can I get you for, stranger?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.*
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."
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!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'd like some mulled wine, if yeh got it."
*https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/114389347/Svl5Ep*
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."
*gotta head to bed, see y'all tomorrow*
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."
She moves unnoticed, and witnesses police officers trying to keep a horde of wailing zombies back from something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well, Joann, how’s it going? Good, bad, neither, both.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She tries to get a better look at what's happening
Perception: 10
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
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.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
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
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
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!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Auburn holds her ground, keeping an eye on what's happening
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)