The kobold, shocked to find that Deadeye was blind, quickly recovers.
No, I...
He pulls down the bandage, revealing a wrecked ruin of a face. He opens his mouth and reveals a lump where his tongue should be.
He decide to try signing a message. He gesticulates quickly: Can you understand KSL?
<Yeah, I actually just realized he was blind. Not sure how that works, with the sign and all.>
*He basically uses echolocation every time he taps something, so he could sense it.*
He taps his foot twice again, his spur spinning before nodding "I got ya, I ain't notice what happened to ya tongue before. An' I know most sign languages, but you'll have to do it slow, harder to see when its fast."
The kobold nods.
My name's U-T-R-A. How about you? Dead Eye, right?
He does what he always does before nodding again "Utra? Interestin' name, I'm Deadeye, whether fer my shootin' skill er my blindness I'll never know."
It means Which. As in, "Which name do we choose?" My parents were an indecisive pair.
The kobold, shocked to find that Deadeye was blind, quickly recovers.
No, I...
He pulls down the bandage, revealing a wrecked ruin of a face. He opens his mouth and reveals a lump where his tongue should be.
He decide to try signing a message. He gesticulates quickly: Can you understand KSL?
<Yeah, I actually just realized he was blind. Not sure how that works, with the sign and all.>
*He basically uses echolocation every time he taps something, so he could sense it.*
He taps his foot twice again, his spur spinning before nodding "I got ya, I ain't notice what happened to ya tongue before. An' I know most sign languages, but you'll have to do it slow, harder to see when its fast."
The kobold nods.
My name's U-T-R-A. How about you? Dead Eye, right?
He does what he always does before nodding again "Utra? Interestin' name, I'm Deadeye, whether fer my shootin' skill er my blindness I'll never know."
It means Which. As in, "Which name do we choose?" My parents were an indecisive pair.
He cackles for a good minute before saying “You know you can pick yer own name? Er take a different name, like mine, my real name ain’t Deadeye after all.”
*Got like 10 minutes since I keep getting distracted*
Barebau has fallen asleep at the bar from sheer exhaustion. A little bit of him has been revealed: long, grey, catfish-like whiskers that peek out from under his hat.
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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.
*Got like 10 minutes since I keep getting distracted*
Barebau has fallen asleep at the bar from sheer exhaustion. A little bit of him has been revealed: long, grey, catfish-like whiskers that peek out from under his hat.
*Im so incredibly sorry, but I have to leave right now, so sorry.*
*Got like 10 minutes since I keep getting distracted*
Barebau has fallen asleep at the bar from sheer exhaustion. A little bit of him has been revealed: long, grey, catfish-like whiskers that peek out from under his hat.
*Im so incredibly sorry, but I have to leave right now, so sorry.*
*Goodnight, darling. See you tomorrow!*
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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 kobold, shocked to find that Deadeye was blind, quickly recovers.
No, I...
He pulls down the bandage, revealing a wrecked ruin of a face. He opens his mouth and reveals a lump where his tongue should be.
He decide to try signing a message. He gesticulates quickly: Can you understand KSL?
<Yeah, I actually just realized he was blind. Not sure how that works, with the sign and all.>
*He basically uses echolocation every time he taps something, so he could sense it.*
He taps his foot twice again, his spur spinning before nodding "I got ya, I ain't notice what happened to ya tongue before. An' I know most sign languages, but you'll have to do it slow, harder to see when its fast."
The kobold nods.
My name's U-T-R-A. How about you? Dead Eye, right?
He does what he always does before nodding again "Utra? Interestin' name, I'm Deadeye, whether fer my shootin' skill er my blindness I'll never know."
It means Which. As in, "Which name do we choose?" My parents were an indecisive pair.
He cackles for a good minute before saying “You know you can pick yer own name? Er take a different name, like mine, my real name ain’t Deadeye after all.”
I like Utra. It could be worse; also, I'd probably end up picking something really, really stupid. I considered renaming myself Kentut Keju in honor of Bahamut upon my induction as a paladin.And, well, once I learned what it meant... I decide "Which" was a lot better.
The kobold, shocked to find that Deadeye was blind, quickly recovers.
No, I...
He pulls down the bandage, revealing a wrecked ruin of a face. He opens his mouth and reveals a lump where his tongue should be.
He decide to try signing a message. He gesticulates quickly: Can you understand KSL?
<Yeah, I actually just realized he was blind. Not sure how that works, with the sign and all.>
*He basically uses echolocation every time he taps something, so he could sense it.*
He taps his foot twice again, his spur spinning before nodding "I got ya, I ain't notice what happened to ya tongue before. An' I know most sign languages, but you'll have to do it slow, harder to see when its fast."
The kobold nods.
My name's U-T-R-A. How about you? Dead Eye, right?
He does what he always does before nodding again "Utra? Interestin' name, I'm Deadeye, whether fer my shootin' skill er my blindness I'll never know."
It means Which. As in, "Which name do we choose?" My parents were an indecisive pair.
He cackles for a good minute before saying “You know you can pick yer own name? Er take a different name, like mine, my real name ain’t Deadeye after all.”
I like Utra. It could be worse; also, I'd probably end up picking something really, really stupid. I considered renaming myself Kentut Keju in honor of Bahamut upon my induction as a paladin.And, well, once I learned what it meant... I decide "Which" was a lot better.
<Adios>
He nods, taking another deep breath, pouring himself another whiskey and downing it “If it’s a name you like then it’s the name you’ll have here. Long as yer part of the group an’ helpin’ out ‘round the town the rooms here are free fer ya.”
A man stumbles into town, a yuan-ti dressed in a classic cowboy outfit-- hat, boots, everything. A rapier sits at one side of his belt, and a pistol at the other-- although the pistol seems to have some sort of magical quality to it. He looks like he's been trying to find his way through the storm, and has a few bruises.
Meanwhile, a tumbleweed also rolls in. Very inconspicuous.
*Boink*
The kobold, now highly disappointed with the service in this place turns to face the newcomer. He waves for him to sit, and holds up a slate that says:
The service here is terrible.
He then lowers the bandage again, coughing out sand, and then raises it again.
*Assuming you mean the yuan-ti*
He looks at the kobold. "I wouldn' know. Just got here."
Deadeye, who had only recently arrived back in the saloon, slides them a whiskey, free of charge "Sorry 'bout that, welcome to Draco as well."
He nods. "Thankee kindly." He takes a sip. "Better then being stuck out in the storm, that's for sure. Thought I might be a goner for a second there."
“Everyone does don’t they, I ain’t someone who would like to be stuck out there fer any ‘mount of time either.”
"I reckon I'll stay here for a while. At the very least, 'till I find a way to get through, but wild magic sure is chaotic. I dunno if there even is an effective way."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Deadeye is sitting in the saloon, at one of the tables, a long piece of paper across the entire table, as well as an ink container and quill. He is tapping his foot and one of his hands rhythmically as he seems to be drawing something from memory. As it takes form it appears to be a city, with what appears to be glyphs etched into the walls. Likely drawing one of the rich cities nearby.
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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 young man walks into the draco town, wearing a standard outfit for this side of the west. A pair of thick leather boots, jeans, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleaves, and some form of cloak made of an odd material. And of course, a ten gallon hat with a charm in the shape of a bull attached to the center piece. A bandolier is wrapped from his left shoulder to his right hip, which has daggers slotted into it, along with a sheathed handaxe on his hip. On his right hand is a dull golden ring.
The stranger looks around the town, his face windscarred from the storm, and skin tanned from the sun. His eyes are heterochromatic, one gold and the other silver. After a moment he steps into the saloon
A young man walks into the draco town, wearing a standard outfit for this side of the west. A pair of thick leather boots, jeans, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleaves, and some form of cloak made of an odd material. And of course, a ten gallon hat with a charm in the shape of a bull attached to the center piece. A bandolier is wrapped from his left shoulder to his right hip, which has daggers slotted into it, along with a sheathed handaxe on his hip. On his right hand is a dull golden ring.
The stranger looks around the town, his face windscarred from the storm, and skin tanned from the sun. His eyes are heterochromatic, one gold and the other silver. After a moment he steps into the saloon
Deadeye is sitting at one of the tables, the sound of his foot tapping to a song that the stranger can't hear as he turns his head to them. There is a paper at the table, he seemed to be drawing something when he puts down the quill, his sunglasses all the way up "Well howdy pardner. Welcome to the inside o' Draco. Do ya want somethin' to drink? We ain't got water, but we got plenty o' whiskey."
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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 young man walks into the draco town, wearing a standard outfit for this side of the west. A pair of thick leather boots, jeans, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleaves, and some form of cloak made of an odd material. And of course, a ten gallon hat with a charm in the shape of a bull attached to the center piece. A bandolier is wrapped from his left shoulder to his right hip, which has daggers slotted into it, along with a sheathed handaxe on his hip. On his right hand is a dull golden ring.
The stranger looks around the town, his face windscarred from the storm, and skin tanned from the sun. His eyes are heterochromatic, one gold and the other silver. After a moment he steps into the saloon
Deadeye is sitting at one of the tables, the sound of his foot tapping to a song that the stranger can't hear as he turns his head to them. There is a paper at the table, he seemed to be drawing something when he puts down the quill, his sunglasses all the way up "Well howdy pardner. Welcome to the inside o' Draco. Do ya want somethin' to drink? We ain't got water, but we got plenty o' whiskey."
He gives a tip of the hat and a nod, "Howdy, whiskey'll do"
A young man walks into the draco town, wearing a standard outfit for this side of the west. A pair of thick leather boots, jeans, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleaves, and some form of cloak made of an odd material. And of course, a ten gallon hat with a charm in the shape of a bull attached to the center piece. A bandolier is wrapped from his left shoulder to his right hip, which has daggers slotted into it, along with a sheathed handaxe on his hip. On his right hand is a dull golden ring.
The stranger looks around the town, his face windscarred from the storm, and skin tanned from the sun. His eyes are heterochromatic, one gold and the other silver. After a moment he steps into the saloon
Deadeye is sitting at one of the tables, the sound of his foot tapping to a song that the stranger can't hear as he turns his head to them. There is a paper at the table, he seemed to be drawing something when he puts down the quill, his sunglasses all the way up "Well howdy pardner. Welcome to the inside o' Draco. Do ya want somethin' to drink? We ain't got water, but we got plenty o' whiskey."
He gives a tip of the hat and a nod, "Howdy, whiskey'll do"
He stands up from the table, leaving the quill in the ink before going behind the counter and pouring him a whiskey. Sliding the glass 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 young man walks into the draco town, wearing a standard outfit for this side of the west. A pair of thick leather boots, jeans, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleaves, and some form of cloak made of an odd material. And of course, a ten gallon hat with a charm in the shape of a bull attached to the center piece. A bandolier is wrapped from his left shoulder to his right hip, which has daggers slotted into it, along with a sheathed handaxe on his hip. On his right hand is a dull golden ring.
The stranger looks around the town, his face windscarred from the storm, and skin tanned from the sun. His eyes are heterochromatic, one gold and the other silver. After a moment he steps into the saloon
Deadeye is sitting at one of the tables, the sound of his foot tapping to a song that the stranger can't hear as he turns his head to them. There is a paper at the table, he seemed to be drawing something when he puts down the quill, his sunglasses all the way up "Well howdy pardner. Welcome to the inside o' Draco. Do ya want somethin' to drink? We ain't got water, but we got plenty o' whiskey."
He gives a tip of the hat and a nod, "Howdy, whiskey'll do"
He stands up from the table, leaving the quill in the ink before going behind the counter and pouring him a whiskey. Sliding the glass over.
The man sits down at the counter, taking the glass and drinking
He stares at the glass dully. "An unnamed town by the ocean. Owned by the corporation Oceanghast. Fish was our lifeblood. And our only export. Frozen, battered, breadcrumbed, and frozen again. Shipped across the world to be cooked in peoples' homes."
He downs his own, before pouring another, downing that one and repeating this process until his eyes look tired "Fish? I ain't had a fish in years, sounds like yer life has been Hell. Now that ya here, trust me, that'll change soon enough."
"If you think my mild description was like Hell... nevermind. We've had completely different experiences in life, and I respect that. Hell for me might be your day-to-day, and vice versa." He sips his drink.
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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.
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It means Which. As in, "Which name do we choose?" My parents were an indecisive pair.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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He cackles for a good minute before saying “You know you can pick yer own name? Er take a different name, like mine, my real name ain’t Deadeye after all.”
*Got like 10 minutes since I keep getting distracted*
Barebau has fallen asleep at the bar from sheer exhaustion. A little bit of him has been revealed: long, grey, catfish-like whiskers that peek out from under his hat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Im so incredibly sorry, but I have to leave right now, so sorry.*
*Goodnight, darling. See you tomorrow!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I like Utra. It could be worse; also, I'd probably end up picking something really, really stupid. I considered renaming myself Kentut Keju in honor of Bahamut upon my induction as a paladin.And, well, once I learned what it meant... I decide "Which" was a lot better.
<Adios>
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He nods, taking another deep breath, pouring himself another whiskey and downing it “If it’s a name you like then it’s the name you’ll have here. Long as yer part of the group an’ helpin’ out ‘round the town the rooms here are free fer ya.”
"I reckon I'll stay here for a while. At the very least, 'till I find a way to get through, but wild magic sure is chaotic. I dunno if there even is an effective way."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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I'd best be out of here. Gotta train up my old stallion. It was good meeting you, Deadeye.
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He nods “Good ta have yerself a companion like that. See ya around pardner, it was good meetin’ ya too.”
Deadeye is sitting in the saloon, at one of the tables, a long piece of paper across the entire table, as well as an ink container and quill. He is tapping his foot and one of his hands rhythmically as he seems to be drawing something from memory. As it takes form it appears to be a city, with what appears to be glyphs etched into the walls. Likely drawing one of the rich cities nearby.
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.)
*Finally made a character so heres and intro :D*
A young man walks into the draco town, wearing a standard outfit for this side of the west. A pair of thick leather boots, jeans, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleaves, and some form of cloak made of an odd material. And of course, a ten gallon hat with a charm in the shape of a bull attached to the center piece. A bandolier is wrapped from his left shoulder to his right hip, which has daggers slotted into it, along with a sheathed handaxe on his hip. On his right hand is a dull golden ring.
The stranger looks around the town, his face windscarred from the storm, and skin tanned from the sun. His eyes are heterochromatic, one gold and the other silver. After a moment he steps into the saloon
Deadeye is sitting at one of the tables, the sound of his foot tapping to a song that the stranger can't hear as he turns his head to them. There is a paper at the table, he seemed to be drawing something when he puts down the quill, his sunglasses all the way up "Well howdy pardner. Welcome to the inside o' Draco. Do ya want somethin' to drink? We ain't got water, but we got plenty o' whiskey."
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.)
He gives a tip of the hat and a nod, "Howdy, whiskey'll do"
He stands up from the table, leaving the quill in the ink before going behind the counter and pouring him a whiskey. Sliding the glass 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.)
The man sits down at the counter, taking the glass and drinking
He leans on the counter, pouring himself a whiskey and downing it as if it were a shot before asking "What's yer name pardner?"
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.)
He gives a smile, "Clayton, but feel free to call me Clay"
He taps his foot twice before smiling back "I'll make sure to, what brings ya here pardner? Just escapin' the storms?"
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.)
"If you think my mild description was like Hell... nevermind. We've had completely different experiences in life, and I respect that. Hell for me might be your day-to-day, and vice versa." He sips his drink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.