The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
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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 tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
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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 tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
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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 tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
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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 tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
"'Course ya will. What did I expect?", he states unenthusiastically. "Not like I haven't been hunted 'fore." He pulls a gold piece out of thin air, handing it to Deadeye. "That's to pay for the bottle of whiskey I was gonna drink 'fore that rabbit took my bullets." He walks off back in the direction of the saloon.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The same cloaked wolf sits down at the bar again, knocking twice.
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The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
"'Course ya will. What did I expect?", he states unenthusiastically. "Not like I haven't been hunted 'fore." He pulls a gold piece out of thin air, handing it to Deadeye. "That's to pay for the bottle of whiskey I was gonna drink 'fore that rabbit took my bullets." He walks off back in the direction of the saloon.
He takes the gold piece with a smile “You ain’t been hunted by Deadeye befer, if ya ever do anythin’ stupid enough ta get yerself in trouble, ya can tell me if it’s different er not when I catch ya.” He follows him back to the saloon. His spurs spinning with every step.
The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
"'Course ya will. What did I expect?", he states unenthusiastically. "Not like I haven't been hunted 'fore." He pulls a gold piece out of thin air, handing it to Deadeye. "That's to pay for the bottle of whiskey I was gonna drink 'fore that rabbit took my bullets." He walks off back in the direction of the saloon.
He takes the gold piece with a smile “You ain’t been hunted by Deadeye befer, if ya ever do anythin’ stupid enough ta get yerself in trouble, ya can tell me if it’s different er not when I catch ya.” He follows him back to the saloon. His spurs spinning with every step.
Kath throws the remark "Good to know," behind him as he walks on.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
"'Course ya will. What did I expect?", he states unenthusiastically. "Not like I haven't been hunted 'fore." He pulls a gold piece out of thin air, handing it to Deadeye. "That's to pay for the bottle of whiskey I was gonna drink 'fore that rabbit took my bullets." He walks off back in the direction of the saloon.
He takes the gold piece with a smile “You ain’t been hunted by Deadeye befer, if ya ever do anythin’ stupid enough ta get yerself in trouble, ya can tell me if it’s different er not when I catch ya.” He follows him back to the saloon. His spurs spinning with every step.
Kath throws the remark "Good to know," behind him as he walks on.
Once inside the saloon, Deadeye gets behind the counter, and pours him another glass.
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*
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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
The tiefling is running through town, attempting to find the harengon that stole his ammunition before they accidentally set any of the explosive bullets off. He glances around, his flaming eyes scanning the landscape thoroughly. (Perception: 20)
Deadeye walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
The tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
"'Course ya will. What did I expect?", he states unenthusiastically. "Not like I haven't been hunted 'fore." He pulls a gold piece out of thin air, handing it to Deadeye. "That's to pay for the bottle of whiskey I was gonna drink 'fore that rabbit took my bullets." He walks off back in the direction of the saloon.
He takes the gold piece with a smile “You ain’t been hunted by Deadeye befer, if ya ever do anythin’ stupid enough ta get yerself in trouble, ya can tell me if it’s different er not when I catch ya.” He follows him back to the saloon. His spurs spinning with every step.
Kath throws the remark "Good to know," behind him as he walks on.
Once inside the saloon, Deadeye gets behind the counter, and pours him another glass.
He chugs the contents of the glass, setting it down lightly on the bar. "Thanks." He then finds a chair to sit down in, kicks his feet up on another chair, then pulls his hat down over his eyes. He quickly whispers a few words and waves his hand, then begins to snore.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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.
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.
Deadeye walks into the saloon, 'seeing' the kobold sitting there and tipping his hat in apology. He walks behind the counter, tapping his foot before grabbing a whiskey, pouring him a glass, and sliding it to them "Here ya go pardner. Sorry 'bout that, was stoppin' some kids from stealin'. Welcome to the inside of Draco."
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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 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."
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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 walks up to Kath, tapping his shoulder, holding the ammo in his open palm "Yer welcome pardner. You an' them strange eyes o yers can stop lookin' fer someone you won't end up findin'."
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 tiefling turns around quickly, slightly startled by Deadeye. "Er... thanks, I guess." He carefully takes it from the saloon owner and cautiously places it in a small pouch inside his duster. "Say, I never caught yer name. And you can't say I'm the only one with strange eyes," the tiefling adds with a small, dry chuckle.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
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He chuckles with him, just as try, twice as rough "Speakin' o' names, give yers an' I'll give ya mine." He says, pushing up his sunglasses, leaving his blind eyes unseen, tapping his foot, his spurs spinning with every tap.
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The tiefling stays quiet for a moment, peering at Deadeye suspiciously. Finally he gives in, sighing lightly. "Karthør. Karthør Addenon." He mumbles in a sarcastic manner, "Great Sorcerer of the Black Rose Guild."
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I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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The kobold, slightly annoyed now, pulls out his slate and begins writing something.
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He claps his back "There we are! Nice ta meet ya, that sure is a name worth bein' interested in." He holds out a friendly hand "Deadeye's my own name, though most can't tell why, cause I'm blind er a crack shot, no one knows."
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Karthør stumbles forward from the clap on the back. "Well, you changed yer demeanor real quick. And nice ta meet ya, Deadeye. You can call me Kath if ya want, but don't ever use that mockery of a title to refer ta me." He extends his own hand to shake Deadeye's.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
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"Course it changed, now that I know yer name, if ya try an' manage to steal from us, I'll be able to track ya down, an' show ya what mercy ain't." He says, giving him a genuine smile "Lookin' fer a drink there Kath?"
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"'Course ya will. What did I expect?", he states unenthusiastically. "Not like I haven't been hunted 'fore." He pulls a gold piece out of thin air, handing it to Deadeye. "That's to pay for the bottle of whiskey I was gonna drink 'fore that rabbit took my bullets." He walks off back in the direction of the saloon.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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The same cloaked wolf sits down at the bar again, knocking twice.
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He takes the gold piece with a smile “You ain’t been hunted by Deadeye befer, if ya ever do anythin’ stupid enough ta get yerself in trouble, ya can tell me if it’s different er not when I catch ya.” He follows him back to the saloon. His spurs spinning with every step.
Revan is sharpening a few darts and cleaning her tools at one of the booths.
Kath throws the remark "Good to know," behind him as he walks on.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Once inside the saloon, Deadeye gets behind the counter, and pours him another glass.
*Boink*
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He chugs the contents of the glass, setting it down lightly on the bar. "Thanks." He then finds a chair to sit down in, kicks his feet up on another chair, then pulls his hat down over his eyes. He quickly whispers a few words and waves his hand, then begins to snore.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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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.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Deadeye walks into the saloon, 'seeing' the kobold sitting there and tipping his hat in apology. He walks behind the counter, tapping his foot before grabbing a whiskey, pouring him a glass, and sliding it to them "Here ya go pardner. Sorry 'bout that, was stoppin' some kids from stealin'. Welcome to the inside of Draco."
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.)
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He looks at the kobold. "I wouldn' know. Just got here."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ