*Coldsnap! Since this is basically an "ice age" of sorts, will there be wooly mammoths? I strongly suggest wooly mammoths.*
A young woman walks through New London, taking in the sights. She seems to be surprised by every major building, based on the little puffs of breath coming out from inside her hooded fur jacket. The style of clothing she wears is very different from most of the folk in the city.
(sorry for the late response. got back later than I thought)
Someone grabs her by the arm and pulls her out of the street
* >:o *
The woman struggles, trying to free her arm and reaching towards her hip for a small sword. "What the [gp] do you think you're doing?! Let me go, or I'll make you!"
The person lets go of her arm and points to the automaton that steps down where she just was "you need to be more careful"
"Thanks, but I can take care of myself. Been doing it for the last 15 years." The woman walks toward the fight club to blow off some steam.
"before you go, have you been in for processing yet?"
"Processing?"
"Helps get accurate numbers on those who are going to stay here. It's mainly there to make sure we have enough housing and food to accommodate everyone"
"...once again, I can take care of myself. Now stop bothering me." The woman continues heading towards the fight club.
*btw, is magic allowed? She's a lvl 6 bladesinger*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
He kind of drags the Bounty Hunter up to his feet and drops him on a chair, requesting medical assistance. Once the Bounty Hunter wakes up, Mealen walks back over to him.
"What's your name?"
The Bounty Hunter, upon waking up, puts his hand on his handaxe before realizing he’s fine “Can’t tell. Knowing a bounty hunter’s name makes me easy to track.”
"Ha. My friend, if I wanted to track you for any reason, I would've just done what I wanted to you while you were unconscious. Besides, we shared combat. That practically makes us siblings."
He pauses.
"Those were some nice moves. Where'd you learn how to fight?"
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
He kind of drags the Bounty Hunter up to his feet and drops him on a chair, requesting medical assistance. Once the Bounty Hunter wakes up, Mealen walks back over to him.
"What's your name?"
The Bounty Hunter, upon waking up, puts his hand on his handaxe before realizing he’s fine “Can’t tell. Knowing a bounty hunter’s name makes me easy to track.”
"Ha. My friend, if I wanted to track you for any reason, I would've just done what I wanted to you while you were unconscious. Besides, we shared combat. That practically makes us siblings."
He pauses.
"Those were some nice moves. Where'd you learn how to fight?"
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
<Man it's hard to read that color text. I'm gonna have to change it.>
"Thanks."
Mealen just kind of sits there, wondering why the Bounty hunter was so secretive. He downs the drink in 5 seconds flat, then calls for another one.
He kind of drags the Bounty Hunter up to his feet and drops him on a chair, requesting medical assistance. Once the Bounty Hunter wakes up, Mealen walks back over to him.
"What's your name?"
The Bounty Hunter, upon waking up, puts his hand on his handaxe before realizing he’s fine “Can’t tell. Knowing a bounty hunter’s name makes me easy to track.”
"Ha. My friend, if I wanted to track you for any reason, I would've just done what I wanted to you while you were unconscious. Besides, we shared combat. That practically makes us siblings."
He pauses.
"Those were some nice moves. Where'd you learn how to fight?"
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
<Man it's hard to read that color text. I'm gonna have to change it.>
"Thanks."
Mealen just kind of sits there, wondering why the Bounty hunter was so secretive. He downs the drink in 5 seconds flat, then calls for another one.
"So. You're a bounty hunter. Is it good money?"
“Good money sometimes, depends on how the crime is, and the crime here isn’t good enough just yet. The captain says the guards can handle it, but I don’t believe that.” He refills his flask, they can see many hunting contraptions on his belt.
He kind of drags the Bounty Hunter up to his feet and drops him on a chair, requesting medical assistance. Once the Bounty Hunter wakes up, Mealen walks back over to him.
"What's your name?"
The Bounty Hunter, upon waking up, puts his hand on his handaxe before realizing he’s fine “Can’t tell. Knowing a bounty hunter’s name makes me easy to track.”
"Ha. My friend, if I wanted to track you for any reason, I would've just done what I wanted to you while you were unconscious. Besides, we shared combat. That practically makes us siblings."
He pauses.
"Those were some nice moves. Where'd you learn how to fight?"
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
<Man it's hard to read that color text. I'm gonna have to change it.>
"Thanks."
Mealen just kind of sits there, wondering why the Bounty hunter was so secretive. He downs the drink in 5 seconds flat, then calls for another one.
"So. You're a bounty hunter. Is it good money?"
“Good money sometimes, depends on how the crime is, and the crime here isn’t good enough just yet. The captain says the guards can handle it, but I don’t believe that.” He refills his flask, they can see many hunting contraptions on his belt.
Mealen sees this, and, unsure of how to react, just asks
"Aren't those contraband?"
And realizes that he's barely one to talk, as the cold metal of the hammer presses against his thigh.
He kind of drags the Bounty Hunter up to his feet and drops him on a chair, requesting medical assistance. Once the Bounty Hunter wakes up, Mealen walks back over to him.
"What's your name?"
The Bounty Hunter, upon waking up, puts his hand on his handaxe before realizing he’s fine “Can’t tell. Knowing a bounty hunter’s name makes me easy to track.”
"Ha. My friend, if I wanted to track you for any reason, I would've just done what I wanted to you while you were unconscious. Besides, we shared combat. That practically makes us siblings."
He pauses.
"Those were some nice moves. Where'd you learn how to fight?"
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
<Man it's hard to read that color text. I'm gonna have to change it.>
"Thanks."
Mealen just kind of sits there, wondering why the Bounty hunter was so secretive. He downs the drink in 5 seconds flat, then calls for another one.
"So. You're a bounty hunter. Is it good money?"
“Good money sometimes, depends on how the crime is, and the crime here isn’t good enough just yet. The captain says the guards can handle it, but I don’t believe that.” He refills his flask, they can see many hunting contraptions on his belt.
Mealen sees this, and, unsure of how to react, just asks
"Aren't those contraband?"
And realizes that he's barely one to talk, as the cold metal of the hammer presses against his thigh.
He laughs, moving his smokebombs, caltrops, axes, and other contraband off of his belt “I don’t think there is anyone willing to take them from me. I’m stopping criminals after all.”
He kind of drags the Bounty Hunter up to his feet and drops him on a chair, requesting medical assistance. Once the Bounty Hunter wakes up, Mealen walks back over to him.
"What's your name?"
The Bounty Hunter, upon waking up, puts his hand on his handaxe before realizing he’s fine “Can’t tell. Knowing a bounty hunter’s name makes me easy to track.”
"Ha. My friend, if I wanted to track you for any reason, I would've just done what I wanted to you while you were unconscious. Besides, we shared combat. That practically makes us siblings."
He pauses.
"Those were some nice moves. Where'd you learn how to fight?"
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
<Man it's hard to read that color text. I'm gonna have to change it.>
"Thanks."
Mealen just kind of sits there, wondering why the Bounty hunter was so secretive. He downs the drink in 5 seconds flat, then calls for another one.
"So. You're a bounty hunter. Is it good money?"
“Good money sometimes, depends on how the crime is, and the crime here isn’t good enough just yet. The captain says the guards can handle it, but I don’t believe that.” He refills his flask, they can see many hunting contraptions on his belt.
Mealen sees this, and, unsure of how to react, just asks
"Aren't those contraband?"
And realizes that he's barely one to talk, as the cold metal of the hammer presses against his thigh.
He laughs, moving his smokebombs, caltrops, axes, and other contraband off of his belt “I don’t think there is anyone willing to take them from me. I’m stopping criminals after all.”
"Huh. Well... hope we can do a rematch sometime."
Mealen walks out, but not before colliding with a chair, which causes his hammer to make a CLANGGGG sound. He looks around fearfully and practically sprints out, the wind blowing his cloak away to reveal a bit of shiny metal: his hammer.
"...once again, I can take care of myself. Now stop bothering me." The woman continues heading towards the fight club.
*btw, is magic allowed? She's a lvl 6 bladesinger*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
He chuckles and drinks from his flask again before saying “Ah, battle brothers you could say.” He puts the drink down “I learned them hunting high bounties. You either learn how to fight, retire, or die trying either.” He hands them the drink “We may not be battle brothers just yet, but you won fair and square. Have a drink.”
<Man it's hard to read that color text. I'm gonna have to change it.>
"Thanks."
Mealen just kind of sits there, wondering why the Bounty hunter was so secretive. He downs the drink in 5 seconds flat, then calls for another one.
"So. You're a bounty hunter. Is it good money?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“Good money sometimes, depends on how the crime is, and the crime here isn’t good enough just yet. The captain says the guards can handle it, but I don’t believe that.” He refills his flask, they can see many hunting contraptions on his belt.
Mealen sees this, and, unsure of how to react, just asks
"Aren't those contraband?"
And realizes that he's barely one to talk, as the cold metal of the hammer presses against his thigh.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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He laughs, moving his smokebombs, caltrops, axes, and other contraband off of his belt “I don’t think there is anyone willing to take them from me. I’m stopping criminals after all.”
"Huh. Well... hope we can do a rematch sometime."
Mealen walks out, but not before colliding with a chair, which causes his hammer to make a CLANGGGG sound. He looks around fearfully and practically sprints out, the wind blowing his cloak away to reveal a bit of shiny metal: his hammer.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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