The snows were worse last night. Worse, always worse. Seems as if each day is colder than the last, if indeed there were any difference between day and night.
Stumbling through the snow, battered by fearsome winds and a shower of bitter hail, a massive shape stumbles to the door. It’s a wooly mammoth, and not a healthy one — its skin is covered in a bizarre fungus that glows faintly in the dim radiance of twilight. Atop the creature is a humanoid covered in white fur that merges effortlessly with the snow.
The quaggoth grabs Lee by the arm and rushes him to Hort.
*This was Lee’s intro*
Several miles in the distance of the Inn, where the snow is still thick, something approaches the Inn at a rapid speed. The customers check with scopes to see the strange thing, and they see a massive amount of snow and ice shreds being picked up by a massive a massive quadrupedal creature. It looks to be some sort of lizard, crawling low to the ground with steps that rumble the earth. Its face contorts into a point that looks to be used to dig through the snow, its tail stretches several hundred feet. On closer inspection, there is a humanoid on the creatures back. The person is dressed in traditional Natura dress, with heavy gauntlets and robes that cover their silhouette. Their eyes are covered with heavy snow goggles that are caked with frost. They’re wearing spiked boots that dig into the armor of the large lizard. They are using their boots and a system of grapples to expertly ride the creature like a mount. They slowly stand up to their full height on the creature and yank hard on the front grapple hook.
As the Natura pull on the front hook, the creature rests upwards and leaps into the air several hundred feet, it’s legs tuck into it’s body and it dives deep under the layer of snow and earth. After about a minute, it emerges from the ground, rumbling the tavern. The Natura on its back pulls all of the hooks inwards and the creature skids to a stop, sliding on the more thawed ground near the tavern and stopping about 200 feet next to the tavern. The creatures roars and groans. The Natura on it’s back unhooks from it and turns to the tavern, his robes flowing in the wind.
Lee inspects the mammoth. Medicine (With advantage when treating an animal): 1719
The mammoth’s hide is covered in sickly yellow fungus that’s slowly spreading over its frame. Lee makes some progress in clearing it away, but the blight is tenacious and full immediate treatment looks to be impossible.
The snows were worse last night. Worse, always worse. Seems as if each day is colder than the last, if indeed there were any difference between day and night.
Stumbling through the snow, battered by fearsome winds and a shower of bitter hail, a massive shape stumbles to the door. It’s a wooly mammoth, and not a healthy one — its skin is covered in a bizarre fungus that glows faintly in the dim radiance of twilight. Atop the creature is a humanoid covered in white fur that merges effortlessly with the snow.
The quaggoth grabs Lee by the arm and rushes him to Hort.
*This was Lee’s intro*
Several miles in the distance of the Inn, where the snow is still thick, something approaches the Inn at a rapid speed. The customers check with scopes to see the strange thing, and they see a massive amount of snow and ice shreds being picked up by a massive a massive quadrupedal creature. It looks to be some sort of lizard, crawling low to the ground with steps that rumble the earth. Its face contorts into a point that looks to be used to dig through the snow, its tail stretches several hundred feet. On closer inspection, there is a humanoid on the creatures back. The person is dressed in traditional Natura dress, with heavy gauntlets and robes that cover their silhouette. Their eyes are covered with heavy snow goggles that are caked with frost. They’re wearing spiked boots that dig into the armor of the large lizard. They are using their boots and a system of grapples to expertly ride the creature like a mount. They slowly stand up to their full height on the creature and yank hard on the front grapple hook.
As the Natura pull on the front hook, the creature rests upwards and leaps into the air several hundred feet, it’s legs tuck into it’s body and it dives deep under the layer of snow and earth. After about a minute, it emerges from the ground, rumbling the tavern. The Natura on its back pulls all of the hooks inwards and the creature skids to a stop, sliding on the more thawed ground near the tavern and stopping about 200 feet next to the tavern. The creatures roars and groans. The Natura on it’s back unhooks from it and turns to the tavern, his robes flowing in the wind.
Lee inspects the mammoth. Medicine (With advantage when treating an animal): 1719
The mammoth’s hide is covered in sickly yellow fungus that’s slowly spreading over its frame. Lee makes some progress in clearing it away, but the blight is tenacious and full immediate treatment looks to be impossible.
The quaggoth watches the proceedings worriedly.
Lee turns to the quaggoth. “This infection is serious. Do you have any idea how it was caught?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The door to the tavern swings open, a draft of cold air filling the room for half a second. When it closes, a hooded figure is standing there, shockingly tall and who's head almost scrapes the ceiling. They don't appear to be extremely muscled, however that's an observation that's difficult to confirm, given their cloak keeps their entire form hidden.
They walk towards the bar, a weird limp in their step that seems to be from a wound, but, once again, that is only speculation. When they reach the bar table they lean across and whisper, "Something fiery, please."
Their voice is a hiss, it sounds -- raspy, like sandpaper on rock. For the briefest of moments, something thin and purple flicks from their hood, but it's gone too soon and you're left wondering if it was just a trick of the light.
Calorn looks perplexed by the figure, but he calmly says, "Fire? I can't exactly make a firey drink when the world is freezing over. But I'll give you something at least lukewarm." He begins heating up a drink the best he can.
There’s another purple flick from beneath the hood. “Guess that works. Something to get the blood flowing.” The newcomer places their hand on the bar counter, however it’s covered in a glove. “How much do I owe you?”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Lee turns to the quaggoth. “This infection is serious. Do you have any idea how it was caught?”
“We were out north on an official exploration, trying to catalog the local flora and fauna. Some of it didn’t take a liking to us.”
“It would be best to wash him first and clean any infections, then I will treat him with medicine.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The door to the tavern swings open, a draft of cold air filling the room for half a second. When it closes, a hooded figure is standing there, shockingly tall and who's head almost scrapes the ceiling. They don't appear to be extremely muscled, however that's an observation that's difficult to confirm, given their cloak keeps their entire form hidden.
They walk towards the bar, a weird limp in their step that seems to be from a wound, but, once again, that is only speculation. When they reach the bar table they lean across and whisper, "Something fiery, please."
Their voice is a hiss, it sounds -- raspy, like sandpaper on rock. For the briefest of moments, something thin and purple flicks from their hood, but it's gone too soon and you're left wondering if it was just a trick of the light.
Calorn looks perplexed by the figure, but he calmly says, "Fire? I can't exactly make a firey drink when the world is freezing over. But I'll give you something at least lukewarm." He begins heating up a drink the best he can.
There’s another purple flick from beneath the hood. “Guess that works. Something to get the blood flowing.” The newcomer places their hand on the bar counter, however it’s covered in a glove. “How much do I owe you?”
"7 (currency).'" he hands the figure the drink. It tastes like regular rum, but slightly warmer.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Lee turns to the quaggoth. “This infection is serious. Do you have any idea how it was caught?”
“We were out north on an official exploration, trying to catalog the local flora and fauna. Some of it didn’t take a liking to us.”
“It would be best to wash him first and clean any infections, then I will treat him with medicine.”
An excited smile begins to form. “You hear that, Hort? This nice Natura can help you!”
The quaggoth gets to work scrubbing away at the infectious parasites. Compared to Lee he makes little progress, but it’s clear that the quaggoth is trying his best.
The door to the tavern swings open, a draft of cold air filling the room for half a second. When it closes, a hooded figure is standing there, shockingly tall and who's head almost scrapes the ceiling. They don't appear to be extremely muscled, however that's an observation that's difficult to confirm, given their cloak keeps their entire form hidden.
They walk towards the bar, a weird limp in their step that seems to be from a wound, but, once again, that is only speculation. When they reach the bar table they lean across and whisper, "Something fiery, please."
Their voice is a hiss, it sounds -- raspy, like sandpaper on rock. For the briefest of moments, something thin and purple flicks from their hood, but it's gone too soon and you're left wondering if it was just a trick of the light.
Calorn looks perplexed by the figure, but he calmly says, "Fire? I can't exactly make a firey drink when the world is freezing over. But I'll give you something at least lukewarm." He begins heating up a drink the best he can.
There’s another purple flick from beneath the hood. “Guess that works. Something to get the blood flowing.” The newcomer places their hand on the bar counter, however it’s covered in a glove. “How much do I owe you?”
"7 (currency).'" he hands the figure the drink. It tastes like regular rum, but slightly warmer.
They hold the drink underneath their hood but don’t tilt it back, almost as if they’re smelling the drink. Suddenly, they give a shiver and you can hear almost a smile in their voice. “Heh, now that’s what I like.” The figure sets down the drink and lift their hood, revealing a large scaly lizard head that resembles that of a Komodo dragon. He gives a toothy grin and a purple tongue flutters from his mouth like a piece of ribbon in the wind. “Reptiles and the cold don’t mix,” he says. He digs into his pockets and takes out 7 currency, sliding them across the counter. “How long can I stay?”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
The door to the tavern swings open, a draft of cold air filling the room for half a second. When it closes, a hooded figure is standing there, shockingly tall and who's head almost scrapes the ceiling. They don't appear to be extremely muscled, however that's an observation that's difficult to confirm, given their cloak keeps their entire form hidden.
They walk towards the bar, a weird limp in their step that seems to be from a wound, but, once again, that is only speculation. When they reach the bar table they lean across and whisper, "Something fiery, please."
Their voice is a hiss, it sounds -- raspy, like sandpaper on rock. For the briefest of moments, something thin and purple flicks from their hood, but it's gone too soon and you're left wondering if it was just a trick of the light.
Calorn looks perplexed by the figure, but he calmly says, "Fire? I can't exactly make a firey drink when the world is freezing over. But I'll give you something at least lukewarm." He begins heating up a drink the best he can.
There’s another purple flick from beneath the hood. “Guess that works. Something to get the blood flowing.” The newcomer places their hand on the bar counter, however it’s covered in a glove. “How much do I owe you?”
"7 (currency).'" he hands the figure the drink. It tastes like regular rum, but slightly warmer.
They hold the drink underneath their hood but don’t tilt it back, almost as if they’re smelling the drink. Suddenly, they give a shiver and you can hear almost a smile in their voice. “Heh, now that’s what I like.” The figure sets down the drink and lift their hood, revealing a large scaly lizard head that resembles that of a Komodo dragon. He gives a toothy grin and a purple tongue flutters from his mouth like a piece of ribbon in the wind. “Reptiles and the cold don’t mix,” he says. He digs into his pockets and takes out 7 currency, sliding them across the counter. “How long can I stay?”
"As long as you wish. The only requirement is for you to pay the rent."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
"As long as you wish. The only requirement is for you to pay the rent."
The lizard creature flicks his cup containing the drink. "And how much might that be?"
"3 (currency) a week."
"Not too bad," he brings the drink to his mouth and flicks his tongue into it, body jittering slightly. "What's your name? I imagine I'll be seeing you around quite frequently."
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
"As long as you wish. The only requirement is for you to pay the rent."
The lizard creature flicks his cup containing the drink. "And how much might that be?"
"3 (currency) a week."
"Not too bad," he brings the drink to his mouth and flicks his tongue into it, body jittering slightly. "What's your name? I imagine I'll be seeing you around quite frequently."
"I am Calorn. I have a partner named Besint, you should meet him when he comes back from his hunting expedition."
Almost as if on cue, the door bursts open. A man strolls in proudly, several battle marks on his face. He hefts a big and heavy bag behind him. "We've got yeti meat for days!" The tavern cheers.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
"As long as you wish. The only requirement is for you to pay the rent."
The lizard creature flicks his cup containing the drink. "And how much might that be?"
"3 (currency) a week."
"Not too bad," he brings the drink to his mouth and flicks his tongue into it, body jittering slightly. "What's your name? I imagine I'll be seeing you around quite frequently."
"I am Calorn. I have a partner named Besint, you should meet him when he comes back from his hunting expedition."
Almost as if on cue, the door bursts open. A man strolls in proudly, several battle marks on his face. He hefts a big and heavy bag behind him. "We've got yeti meat for days!" The tavern cheers.
The lizard man looks over his shoulder and gives a toothy grin. "Ah, how wonderful. I used to be a vegetarian but..." he gives a chuckle. "I don't like plants that much." he takes another taste of his drink. "Gynagu. That's my name." *thank you, fake word generator haha*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
"As long as you wish. The only requirement is for you to pay the rent."
The lizard creature flicks his cup containing the drink. "And how much might that be?"
"3 (currency) a week."
"Not too bad," he brings the drink to his mouth and flicks his tongue into it, body jittering slightly. "What's your name? I imagine I'll be seeing you around quite frequently."
"I am Calorn. I have a partner named Besint, you should meet him when he comes back from his hunting expedition."
Almost as if on cue, the door bursts open. A man strolls in proudly, several battle marks on his face. He hefts a big and heavy bag behind him. "We've got yeti meat for days!" The tavern cheers.
The lizard man looks over his shoulder and gives a toothy grin. "Ah, how wonderful. I used to be a vegetarian but..." he gives a chuckle. "I don't like plants that much." he takes another taste of his drink. "Gynagu. That's my name." *thank you, fake word generator haha*
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Gynagu."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
The mammoth’s hide is covered in sickly yellow fungus that’s slowly spreading over its frame. Lee makes some progress in clearing it away, but the blight is tenacious and full immediate treatment looks to be impossible.
The quaggoth watches the proceedings worriedly.
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Lee turns to the quaggoth. “This infection is serious. Do you have any idea how it was caught?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“We were out north on an official exploration, trying to catalog the local flora and fauna. Some of it didn’t take a liking to us.”
This is what happens when you let a nothic onto the forums. Longtime mapmaker and forever GM.
Resident map-fiend. Writer, storyteller, worldbuilder. Lover of music & food; hater of elves & numbers. Threads I enjoy:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Spider Guild | The Wonderful Roleplay Guild | Anything BUT the OGL 2.0 | The Tower of Lore | The Universe Smorgasbord | The Afterglow
There’s another purple flick from beneath the hood. “Guess that works. Something to get the blood flowing.” The newcomer places their hand on the bar counter, however it’s covered in a glove. “How much do I owe you?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“It would be best to wash him first and clean any infections, then I will treat him with medicine.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"7 (currency).'" he hands the figure the drink. It tastes like regular rum, but slightly warmer.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
An excited smile begins to form. “You hear that, Hort? This nice Natura can help you!”
The quaggoth gets to work scrubbing away at the infectious parasites. Compared to Lee he makes little progress, but it’s clear that the quaggoth is trying his best.
This is what happens when you let a nothic onto the forums. Longtime mapmaker and forever GM.
Resident map-fiend. Writer, storyteller, worldbuilder. Lover of music & food; hater of elves & numbers. Threads I enjoy:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Spider Guild | The Wonderful Roleplay Guild | Anything BUT the OGL 2.0 | The Tower of Lore | The Universe Smorgasbord | The Afterglow
They hold the drink underneath their hood but don’t tilt it back, almost as if they’re smelling the drink. Suddenly, they give a shiver and you can hear almost a smile in their voice. “Heh, now that’s what I like.”
The figure sets down the drink and lift their hood, revealing a large scaly lizard head that resembles that of a Komodo dragon. He gives a toothy grin and a purple tongue flutters from his mouth like a piece of ribbon in the wind. “Reptiles and the cold don’t mix,” he says. He digs into his pockets and takes out 7 currency, sliding them across the counter. “How long can I stay?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"As long as you wish. The only requirement is for you to pay the rent."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The lizard creature flicks his cup containing the drink. "And how much might that be?"
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"3 (currency) a week."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Not too bad," he brings the drink to his mouth and flicks his tongue into it, body jittering slightly. "What's your name? I imagine I'll be seeing you around quite frequently."
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"I am Calorn. I have a partner named Besint, you should meet him when he comes back from his hunting expedition."
Almost as if on cue, the door bursts open. A man strolls in proudly, several battle marks on his face. He hefts a big and heavy bag behind him. "We've got yeti meat for days!" The tavern cheers.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The lizard man looks over his shoulder and gives a toothy grin. "Ah, how wonderful. I used to be a vegetarian but..." he gives a chuckle. "I don't like plants that much." he takes another taste of his drink. "Gynagu. That's my name." *thank you, fake word generator haha*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Gynagu."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
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