A newcomer walks into the Draco, the near-silent sounds of whirring servos and metal joints accompanying their light footfalls. They wear a dark grey three-piece suit and mustard yellow tie that would suggest wealth if it wasn't for the obvious signs of wear and tear, with stitches of varying visibility across the whole of their attire. Clashing with their outfit are accessories that seem strictly functional- leather boots, a bandolier with several small vials, a canvas messenger bag resting at their hip alongside a quiver of bolts, and a large, heavy-looking crossbow slung across their back. They appear to be a construct of sorts, with a mixture of mechanical and magical components composing a head that looks designed to somewhat resemble a humanoid face- complete with two blue lights in their eye sockets and a metallic handlebar mustache. Small flakes of gilding in parts hint that, at some point before, their metallic parts appeared almost entirely golden- but years of desert winds and sand have chipped away at the paint and revealed bare steel.
This is Stanley.
*Not the metal handlebar.*
They would see the children running around the town, adults trying to rangle them up and put them to bed, an' Deadeye standing on the pouch of the saloon, having a smoke, an' a glass of the hardest whiskey he could get his hands on. He's not wearing his hat, though his sunglasses are fully up, he taps one foot, his spurs ringing rhythmically with the steps. He turns his head to 'stare' at Stanley.
*It meant handlebar mustache as in the style of mustache- he doesn't have an actual handle on his face lol*
Stanley looks back at him, their metallic visage remaining inert in expression. "-Hello there!" they say, their mouth not moving- a speaker behind Stanley's face is what projects their voice.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A newcomer walks into the Draco, the near-silent sounds of whirring servos and metal joints accompanying their light footfalls. They wear a dark grey three-piece suit and mustard yellow tie that would suggest wealth if it wasn't for the obvious signs of wear and tear, with stitches of varying visibility across the whole of their attire. Clashing with their outfit are accessories that seem strictly functional- leather boots, a bandolier with several small vials, a canvas messenger bag resting at their hip alongside a quiver of bolts, and a large, heavy-looking crossbow slung across their back. They appear to be a construct of sorts, with a mixture of mechanical and magical components composing a head that looks designed to somewhat resemble a humanoid face- complete with two blue lights in their eye sockets and a metallic handlebar mustache. Small flakes of gilding in parts hint that, at some point before, their metallic parts appeared almost entirely golden- but years of desert winds and sand have chipped away at the paint and revealed bare steel.
This is Stanley.
*Not the metal handlebar.*
They would see the children running around the town, adults trying to rangle them up and put them to bed, an' Deadeye standing on the pouch of the saloon, having a smoke, an' a glass of the hardest whiskey he could get his hands on. He's not wearing his hat, though his sunglasses are fully up, he taps one foot, his spurs ringing rhythmically with the steps. He turns his head to 'stare' at Stanley.
*It meant handlebar mustache as in the style of mustache- he doesn't have an actual handle on his face lol*
Stanley looks back at him, their metallic visage remaining inert in expression. "-Hello there!" they say, their mouth not moving- a speaker behind Stanley's face is what projects their voice.
*I know what you mean, I just find it so much funnier that way.*
He taps his foot before raising an eyebrow from behind his glasses "Ain't that somethin' strange, but then again, I'm livin' in a lizard. You some kinda construct man?" He gestures for them to come over.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A newcomer walks into the Draco, the near-silent sounds of whirring servos and metal joints accompanying their light footfalls. They wear a dark grey three-piece suit and mustard yellow tie that would suggest wealth if it wasn't for the obvious signs of wear and tear, with stitches of varying visibility across the whole of their attire. Clashing with their outfit are accessories that seem strictly functional- leather boots, a bandolier with several small vials, a canvas messenger bag resting at their hip alongside a quiver of bolts, and a large, heavy-looking crossbow slung across their back. They appear to be a construct of sorts, with a mixture of mechanical and magical components composing a head that looks designed to somewhat resemble a humanoid face- complete with two blue lights in their eye sockets and a metallic handlebar mustache. Small flakes of gilding in parts hint that, at some point before, their metallic parts appeared almost entirely golden- but years of desert winds and sand have chipped away at the paint and revealed bare steel.
This is Stanley.
*Not the metal handlebar.*
They would see the children running around the town, adults trying to rangle them up and put them to bed, an' Deadeye standing on the pouch of the saloon, having a smoke, an' a glass of the hardest whiskey he could get his hands on. He's not wearing his hat, though his sunglasses are fully up, he taps one foot, his spurs ringing rhythmically with the steps. He turns his head to 'stare' at Stanley.
*It meant handlebar mustache as in the style of mustache- he doesn't have an actual handle on his face lol*
Stanley looks back at him, their metallic visage remaining inert in expression. "-Hello there!" they say, their mouth not moving- a speaker behind Stanley's face is what projects their voice.
*I know what you mean, I just find it so much funnier that way.*
He taps his foot before raising an eyebrow from behind his glasses "Ain't that somethin' strange, but then again, I'm livin' in a lizard. You some kinda construct man?" He gestures for them to come over.
They approach a bit. "-You, sir, are correct. I was made to tend to the gardens, but that didn't work out in the end."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A newcomer walks into the Draco, the near-silent sounds of whirring servos and metal joints accompanying their light footfalls. They wear a dark grey three-piece suit and mustard yellow tie that would suggest wealth if it wasn't for the obvious signs of wear and tear, with stitches of varying visibility across the whole of their attire. Clashing with their outfit are accessories that seem strictly functional- leather boots, a bandolier with several small vials, a canvas messenger bag resting at their hip alongside a quiver of bolts, and a large, heavy-looking crossbow slung across their back. They appear to be a construct of sorts, with a mixture of mechanical and magical components composing a head that looks designed to somewhat resemble a humanoid face- complete with two blue lights in their eye sockets and a metallic handlebar mustache. Small flakes of gilding in parts hint that, at some point before, their metallic parts appeared almost entirely golden- but years of desert winds and sand have chipped away at the paint and revealed bare steel.
This is Stanley.
*Not the metal handlebar.*
They would see the children running around the town, adults trying to rangle them up and put them to bed, an' Deadeye standing on the pouch of the saloon, having a smoke, an' a glass of the hardest whiskey he could get his hands on. He's not wearing his hat, though his sunglasses are fully up, he taps one foot, his spurs ringing rhythmically with the steps. He turns his head to 'stare' at Stanley.
*It meant handlebar mustache as in the style of mustache- he doesn't have an actual handle on his face lol*
Stanley looks back at him, their metallic visage remaining inert in expression. "-Hello there!" they say, their mouth not moving- a speaker behind Stanley's face is what projects their voice.
*I know what you mean, I just find it so much funnier that way.*
He taps his foot before raising an eyebrow from behind his glasses "Ain't that somethin' strange, but then again, I'm livin' in a lizard. You some kinda construct man?" He gestures for them to come over.
They approach a bit. "-You, sir, are correct. I was made to tend to the gardens, but that didn't work out in the end."
He chuckles slightly "Ain't able to tend to no gardens with no water huh? Well, welcome to the town of Draco all the same." He gestures around them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"-The water wasn't the issue- the city just thought I did my job too slowly." Stanley looks around at the town, mentally taking note of where things are. "-Thank you, I am very glad to be here, sir."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"-The water wasn't the issue- the city just thought I did my job too slowly." Stanley looks around at the town, mentally taking note of where things are. "-Thank you, I am very glad to be here, sir."
He nods slowly, finishing his bottle of whiskey, wiping his lip with a cuff "Ah, yer from one of the rich cities. Don't call me sir, my name's Deadeye, you can call me that. We're all a bit more patient here, so enjoy yer stay."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Barbeau stomps down the stairs, nearly stumbling a couple of times. He carries a bottle of water, labeled with the Oceanghast corporate logo, taking a heavy chug from it, causing it to frost over. "(GP)ing... horrible..." He mutters. He slams a cork into the bottle and places it on the counter, wiping his shadowed mouth on his heavy, multi-layered sleeve. He places one hand on the bar and leans against it.
"I know this is a stretch, but do you people have any fish?"
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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.
Barbeau stomps down the stairs, nearly stumbling a couple of times. He carries a bottle of water, labeled with the Oceanghast corporate logo, taking a heavy chug from it, causing it to frost over. "(GP)ing... horrible..." He mutters. He slams a cork into the bottle and places it on the counter, wiping his shadowed mouth on his heavy, multi-layered sleeve. He places one hand on the bar and leans against it.
"I know this is a stretch, but do you people have any fish?"
Deadeye lowers his sunglasses, looking into their eyes with his own, raising a single eyebrow "That sure is a stretch pardner. We may have some fish somewhere 'round here, but it sure ain't likely." He pushes the sunglasses back up "What do ya need it fer?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"-The water wasn't the issue- the city just thought I did my job too slowly." Stanley looks around at the town, mentally taking note of where things are. "-Thank you, I am very glad to be here, sir."
He nods slowly, finishing his bottle of whiskey, wiping his lip with a cuff "Ah, yer from one of the rich cities. Don't call me sir, my name's Deadeye, you can call me that. We're all a bit more patient here, so enjoy yer stay."
"-Yes, though due to previously-stated reasons, my time there was rather brief. You may call me Stanley. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Deadeye."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"-The water wasn't the issue- the city just thought I did my job too slowly." Stanley looks around at the town, mentally taking note of where things are. "-Thank you, I am very glad to be here, sir."
He nods slowly, finishing his bottle of whiskey, wiping his lip with a cuff "Ah, yer from one of the rich cities. Don't call me sir, my name's Deadeye, you can call me that. We're all a bit more patient here, so enjoy yer stay."
"-Yes, though due to previously-stated reasons, my time there was rather brief. You may call me Stanley. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Deadeye."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"-The water wasn't the issue- the city just thought I did my job too slowly." Stanley looks around at the town, mentally taking note of where things are. "-Thank you, I am very glad to be here, sir."
He nods slowly, finishing his bottle of whiskey, wiping his lip with a cuff "Ah, yer from one of the rich cities. Don't call me sir, my name's Deadeye, you can call me that. We're all a bit more patient here, so enjoy yer stay."
"-Yes, though due to previously-stated reasons, my time there was rather brief. You may call me Stanley. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Deadeye."
"Nice to meet ya too Stanley, you good at dealin' with yungins?" He says, stomping out his smoke, putting his hands in his pockets, "We could use someone who is."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
*Sorry bout that, might end up changing the CR limit.*
Deadeye 'watches' them from the porch of the saloon, tapping his feet with every step the figure takes, most people avoid the figure, afraid of being poked.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
*Sorry bout that, might end up changing the CR limit.*
Deadeye 'watches' them from the porch of the saloon, tapping his feet with every step the figure takes, most people avoid the figure, afraid of being poked.
They lock ‘eyes’ with the drow mercenary.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
*Sorry bout that, might end up changing the CR limit.*
Deadeye 'watches' them from the porch of the saloon, tapping his feet with every step the figure takes, most people avoid the figure, afraid of being poked.
They lock ‘eyes’ with the drow mercenary.
His voice is as gruff as always "Welcome to Draco pardner, I wouldn't be threatenin' people with that trident if I were you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Lucky you, ain’t that somethin’. Water is somethin’ scarce ‘round here.” He pours her another before putting the whiskey back.
She takes a big swig. "I heard. Something about the rich and "powerful" hoarding it. Doesn't surprise me all that much, it's the same thing no matter where you go it seems."
“That’s the thing bout the world, those with the money do whatever they want, a those without either start doin’ what they need to, or find themselves dead in a gutter somewhere.”
"Ain't it the truth. Speaking of doing what needs to done, I'm actually here seeking someone by the name of Deadeye. Know where I can look?" the Tabaxi asks as she finishes off her second glass of whiskey.
He adjust his glasses, carefully "Lookin' fer Deadeye huh? He's somewhere 'round here, last I remember he was servin' people in the saloon." He says, downing another whiskey.
"Hm...I see." she says, realization hitting her but deciding to not comment. "I've hear that he offers some pretty exciting jobs for those with special skills. I'm looking for employment"
He smiles slightly, tapping the counter rhythmically “What kinda job are ya lookin’ fer? The kind that keeps people from goin’ thirsty I imagine.” He takes off the sunglasses, his blind eyes looking them up and down.
"You would be correct on that. I have many skills, but I especially pride myself in my ability to stealth and and slip in and out of places. I'm also not to bad in a fight." He says as she flexes her pawed hands, her claws retracting for a moment. "I am capable of working alone, but I also have experience working alongside a team as well."
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
*Sorry bout that, might end up changing the CR limit.*
Deadeye 'watches' them from the porch of the saloon, tapping his feet with every step the figure takes, most people avoid the figure, afraid of being poked.
They lock ‘eyes’ with the drow mercenary.
His voice is as gruff as always "Welcome to Draco pardner, I wouldn't be threatenin' people with that trident if I were you."
“Last time I entered a settlement they all tried to eat me. Excuse me for being cautious.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
"You would be correct on that. I have many skills, but I especially pride myself in my ability to stealth and and slip in and out of places. I'm also not to bad in a fight." He says as she flexes her pawed hands, her claws retracting for a moment. "I am capable of working alone, but I also have experience working alongside a team as well."
He chuckles, tapping his finger on the counter "This ain't an office job, you don't got to list yer skills an' yer experiences. We'll see it on the job. It'll be good to have an' other stealth person on the crew, it's been gettin' harder to not get caught on my own."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
*Sorry bout that, might end up changing the CR limit.*
Deadeye 'watches' them from the porch of the saloon, tapping his feet with every step the figure takes, most people avoid the figure, afraid of being poked.
They lock ‘eyes’ with the drow mercenary.
His voice is as gruff as always "Welcome to Draco pardner, I wouldn't be threatenin' people with that trident if I were you."
“Last time I entered a settlement they all tried to eat me. Excuse me for being cautious.”
"We ain't cannibals here, don't worry 'bout no one wantin' to eat ya." He smiles softly.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*It meant handlebar mustache as in the style of mustache- he doesn't have an actual handle on his face lol*
Stanley looks back at him, their metallic visage remaining inert in expression. "-Hello there!" they say, their mouth not moving- a speaker behind Stanley's face is what projects their voice.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I know what you mean, I just find it so much funnier that way.*
He taps his foot before raising an eyebrow from behind his glasses "Ain't that somethin' strange, but then again, I'm livin' in a lizard. You some kinda construct man?" He gestures for them to come over.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They approach a bit. "-You, sir, are correct. I was made to tend to the gardens, but that didn't work out in the end."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He chuckles slightly "Ain't able to tend to no gardens with no water huh? Well, welcome to the town of Draco all the same." He gestures around them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Cut for Stanley and Deadeye*
"-The water wasn't the issue- the city just thought I did my job too slowly." Stanley looks around at the town, mentally taking note of where things are. "-Thank you, I am very glad to be here, sir."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods slowly, finishing his bottle of whiskey, wiping his lip with a cuff "Ah, yer from one of the rich cities. Don't call me sir, my name's Deadeye, you can call me that. We're all a bit more patient here, so enjoy yer stay."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Barbeau stomps down the stairs, nearly stumbling a couple of times. He carries a bottle of water, labeled with the Oceanghast corporate logo, taking a heavy chug from it, causing it to frost over. "(GP)ing... horrible..." He mutters. He slams a cork into the bottle and places it on the counter, wiping his shadowed mouth on his heavy, multi-layered sleeve. He places one hand on the bar and leans against it.
"I know this is a stretch, but do you people have any fish?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Deadeye lowers his sunglasses, looking into their eyes with his own, raising a single eyebrow "That sure is a stretch pardner. We may have some fish somewhere 'round here, but it sure ain't likely." He pushes the sunglasses back up "What do ya need it fer?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"-Yes, though due to previously-stated reasons, my time there was rather brief. You may call me Stanley. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Deadeye."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"-Yes, though due to previously-stated reasons, my time there was rather brief. You may call me Stanley. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Deadeye."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Nice to meet ya too Stanley, you good at dealin' with yungins?" He says, stomping out his smoke, putting his hands in his pockets, "We could use someone who is."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Cowboy name
a figure clad in heavy armor cautiously enters the beast, pointing a trident at anyone who comes too close. This person is a swirling void of water in plate armor.
*i would use my buttons char, but their stat lock is cr 9*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Sorry bout that, might end up changing the CR limit.*
Deadeye 'watches' them from the porch of the saloon, tapping his feet with every step the figure takes, most people avoid the figure, afraid of being poked.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They lock ‘eyes’ with the drow mercenary.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
His voice is as gruff as always "Welcome to Draco pardner, I wouldn't be threatenin' people with that trident if I were you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You would be correct on that. I have many skills, but I especially pride myself in my ability to stealth and and slip in and out of places. I'm also not to bad in a fight." He says as she flexes her pawed hands, her claws retracting for a moment. "I am capable of working alone, but I also have experience working alongside a team as well."
“Last time I entered a settlement they all tried to eat me. Excuse me for being cautious.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Stanley is sitting on a barrel, delicately re-tightening the drawstring of their crossbow.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He chuckles, tapping his finger on the counter "This ain't an office job, you don't got to list yer skills an' yer experiences. We'll see it on the job. It'll be good to have an' other stealth person on the crew, it's been gettin' harder to not get caught on my own."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"We ain't cannibals here, don't worry 'bout no one wantin' to eat ya." He smiles softly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)