Seline laughs 'Well, so much for a tip off if that's everything we know. We don't even know if it was a Stand User that did the robbery, let alone which noble it was!' She then rubs her chin and says 'Where would you say you'd find these users, anyway? I'm guessing just regular criminal places, like alleyways, shady inns, that sort of place.'
"You can find a stand user just about anywhere, hiding in plain sight. For example. I could stab someone in this inn, and there's a 1 in 100 to 1 in a 1000 chance that they'll be a stand user."
She raises an eyebrow and says ‘Huh, that common? Or is that just an example figure?’
“In the grand scheme of things, yes, surprisingly common. Likely not to such a degree as I just said, but there are at least 2 stand users in this building. There very well may be several more.”
She raises an eyebrow in surprise and says 'Who would have thought...' She thinks for a few seconds and then gasps, saying 'Wait, what time is it? I completely lost track of time whilst in Space Songs trance, and I'm supposed to be somewhere at 7!' When she learns it's 6, she cries out in shock and says to Casey, 'I'm so sorry, I've got a performance in a tavern across town! It's been lovely meeting you, thank you for all your help! I'm lodging here for the foreseeable if you want to find me again, but chances are I'll be the one running into you on my quest to rehabilitate those Stand Users!' She then sprints off out of the building, bumping shoulders with a man in unusually fine garb for such a simple part of town, who had just gotten up from the poker table in the corner. They give her an irritated look, but then lock eyes with Casey. He slicks his messy brown hair back and reveals a deck of cards, calling over 'Hey pal! Up for a friendly bet?' whilst a devious smile creeps across his face.
“That depends. How much you got?”
The man grins and says ‘I’ve recently came into a small amount that I’d be happy to lose, it’s about 50 doll-I mean pounds. 50 pounds.’ He slicks his hair back again and maintains his smile, but gives no indication of where this extortionate gambling sum may be.
[£50 is about £4000 today, and to keep the maths simple we can say that Harry, Wynter and Flynn stole and split the modern equivalent of £10000 between them, 40:30:30 as he offered]
Seline laughs 'Well, so much for a tip off if that's everything we know. We don't even know if it was a Stand User that did the robbery, let alone which noble it was!' She then rubs her chin and says 'Where would you say you'd find these users, anyway? I'm guessing just regular criminal places, like alleyways, shady inns, that sort of place.'
"You can find a stand user just about anywhere, hiding in plain sight. For example. I could stab someone in this inn, and there's a 1 in 100 to 1 in a 1000 chance that they'll be a stand user."
She raises an eyebrow and says ‘Huh, that common? Or is that just an example figure?’
“In the grand scheme of things, yes, surprisingly common. Likely not to such a degree as I just said, but there are at least 2 stand users in this building. There very well may be several more.”
She raises an eyebrow in surprise and says 'Who would have thought...' She thinks for a few seconds and then gasps, saying 'Wait, what time is it? I completely lost track of time whilst in Space Songs trance, and I'm supposed to be somewhere at 7!' When she learns it's 6, she cries out in shock and says to Casey, 'I'm so sorry, I've got a performance in a tavern across town! It's been lovely meeting you, thank you for all your help! I'm lodging here for the foreseeable if you want to find me again, but chances are I'll be the one running into you on my quest to rehabilitate those Stand Users!' She then sprints off out of the building, bumping shoulders with a man in unusually fine garb for such a simple part of town, who had just gotten up from the poker table in the corner. They give her an irritated look, but then lock eyes with Casey. He slicks his messy brown hair back and reveals a deck of cards, calling over 'Hey pal! Up for a friendly bet?' whilst a devious smile creeps across his face.
“That depends. How much you got?”
The man grins and says ‘I’ve recently came into a small amount that I’d be happy to lose, it’s about 50 doll-I mean pounds. 50 pounds.’ He slicks his hair back again and maintains his smile, but gives no indication of where this extortionate gambling sum may be.
[£50 is about £4000 today, and to keep the maths simple we can say that Harry, Wynter and Flynn stole and split the modern equivalent of £10000 between them, 40:30:30 as he offered]
“A paltry sum. I can match that. Shall we get someone to shuffle the cards.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Seline laughs 'Well, so much for a tip off if that's everything we know. We don't even know if it was a Stand User that did the robbery, let alone which noble it was!' She then rubs her chin and says 'Where would you say you'd find these users, anyway? I'm guessing just regular criminal places, like alleyways, shady inns, that sort of place.'
"You can find a stand user just about anywhere, hiding in plain sight. For example. I could stab someone in this inn, and there's a 1 in 100 to 1 in a 1000 chance that they'll be a stand user."
She raises an eyebrow and says ‘Huh, that common? Or is that just an example figure?’
“In the grand scheme of things, yes, surprisingly common. Likely not to such a degree as I just said, but there are at least 2 stand users in this building. There very well may be several more.”
She raises an eyebrow in surprise and says 'Who would have thought...' She thinks for a few seconds and then gasps, saying 'Wait, what time is it? I completely lost track of time whilst in Space Songs trance, and I'm supposed to be somewhere at 7!' When she learns it's 6, she cries out in shock and says to Casey, 'I'm so sorry, I've got a performance in a tavern across town! It's been lovely meeting you, thank you for all your help! I'm lodging here for the foreseeable if you want to find me again, but chances are I'll be the one running into you on my quest to rehabilitate those Stand Users!' She then sprints off out of the building, bumping shoulders with a man in unusually fine garb for such a simple part of town, who had just gotten up from the poker table in the corner. They give her an irritated look, but then lock eyes with Casey. He slicks his messy brown hair back and reveals a deck of cards, calling over 'Hey pal! Up for a friendly bet?' whilst a devious smile creeps across his face.
“That depends. How much you got?”
The man grins and says ‘I’ve recently came into a small amount that I’d be happy to lose, it’s about 50 doll-I mean pounds. 50 pounds.’ He slicks his hair back again and maintains his smile, but gives no indication of where this extortionate gambling sum may be.
[£50 is about £4000 today, and to keep the maths simple we can say that Harry, Wynter and Flynn stole and split the modern equivalent of £10000 between them, 40:30:30 as he offered]
“A paltry sum. I can match that. Shall we get someone to shuffle the cards.”
'Sure thing, I'm happy with whatever!' He calls over the barkeeper and gets them to shuffle the cards, before putting the deck back on the table. Harry then says 'We'll do this as a simple game of Higher or Lower. We'll draw the first card, then take turns to guess whether the next card is going to be higher, or lower, and we won't bother with suits. There are 52 cards in a deck, and if we subtract the first card from that count, seeing as it'll be on the table to begin with, and then also the last, as if you keep track throughout the game then there is no doubt on what card it could be, we'll have a round 50; a dollar per card guessed right. I mean pound.' He smiles and waits to see if Casey is happy with those rules.
Seline laughs 'Well, so much for a tip off if that's everything we know. We don't even know if it was a Stand User that did the robbery, let alone which noble it was!' She then rubs her chin and says 'Where would you say you'd find these users, anyway? I'm guessing just regular criminal places, like alleyways, shady inns, that sort of place.'
"You can find a stand user just about anywhere, hiding in plain sight. For example. I could stab someone in this inn, and there's a 1 in 100 to 1 in a 1000 chance that they'll be a stand user."
She raises an eyebrow and says ‘Huh, that common? Or is that just an example figure?’
“In the grand scheme of things, yes, surprisingly common. Likely not to such a degree as I just said, but there are at least 2 stand users in this building. There very well may be several more.”
She raises an eyebrow in surprise and says 'Who would have thought...' She thinks for a few seconds and then gasps, saying 'Wait, what time is it? I completely lost track of time whilst in Space Songs trance, and I'm supposed to be somewhere at 7!' When she learns it's 6, she cries out in shock and says to Casey, 'I'm so sorry, I've got a performance in a tavern across town! It's been lovely meeting you, thank you for all your help! I'm lodging here for the foreseeable if you want to find me again, but chances are I'll be the one running into you on my quest to rehabilitate those Stand Users!' She then sprints off out of the building, bumping shoulders with a man in unusually fine garb for such a simple part of town, who had just gotten up from the poker table in the corner. They give her an irritated look, but then lock eyes with Casey. He slicks his messy brown hair back and reveals a deck of cards, calling over 'Hey pal! Up for a friendly bet?' whilst a devious smile creeps across his face.
“That depends. How much you got?”
The man grins and says ‘I’ve recently came into a small amount that I’d be happy to lose, it’s about 50 doll-I mean pounds. 50 pounds.’ He slicks his hair back again and maintains his smile, but gives no indication of where this extortionate gambling sum may be.
[£50 is about £4000 today, and to keep the maths simple we can say that Harry, Wynter and Flynn stole and split the modern equivalent of £10000 between them, 40:30:30 as he offered]
“A paltry sum. I can match that. Shall we get someone to shuffle the cards.”
'Sure thing, I'm happy with whatever!' He calls over the barkeeper and gets them to shuffle the cards, before putting the deck back on the table. Harry then says 'We'll do this as a simple game of Higher or Lower. We'll draw the first card, then take turns to guess whether the next card is going to be higher, or lower, and we won't bother with suits. There are 52 cards in a deck, and if we subtract the first card from that count, seeing as it'll be on the table to begin with, and then also the last, as if you keep track throughout the game then there is no doubt on what card it could be, we'll have a round 50; a dollar per card guessed right. I mean pound.' He smiles and waits to see if Casey is happy with those rules.
“Fine by me.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Seline laughs 'Well, so much for a tip off if that's everything we know. We don't even know if it was a Stand User that did the robbery, let alone which noble it was!' She then rubs her chin and says 'Where would you say you'd find these users, anyway? I'm guessing just regular criminal places, like alleyways, shady inns, that sort of place.'
"You can find a stand user just about anywhere, hiding in plain sight. For example. I could stab someone in this inn, and there's a 1 in 100 to 1 in a 1000 chance that they'll be a stand user."
She raises an eyebrow and says ‘Huh, that common? Or is that just an example figure?’
“In the grand scheme of things, yes, surprisingly common. Likely not to such a degree as I just said, but there are at least 2 stand users in this building. There very well may be several more.”
She raises an eyebrow in surprise and says 'Who would have thought...' She thinks for a few seconds and then gasps, saying 'Wait, what time is it? I completely lost track of time whilst in Space Songs trance, and I'm supposed to be somewhere at 7!' When she learns it's 6, she cries out in shock and says to Casey, 'I'm so sorry, I've got a performance in a tavern across town! It's been lovely meeting you, thank you for all your help! I'm lodging here for the foreseeable if you want to find me again, but chances are I'll be the one running into you on my quest to rehabilitate those Stand Users!' She then sprints off out of the building, bumping shoulders with a man in unusually fine garb for such a simple part of town, who had just gotten up from the poker table in the corner. They give her an irritated look, but then lock eyes with Casey. He slicks his messy brown hair back and reveals a deck of cards, calling over 'Hey pal! Up for a friendly bet?' whilst a devious smile creeps across his face.
“That depends. How much you got?”
The man grins and says ‘I’ve recently came into a small amount that I’d be happy to lose, it’s about 50 doll-I mean pounds. 50 pounds.’ He slicks his hair back again and maintains his smile, but gives no indication of where this extortionate gambling sum may be.
[£50 is about £4000 today, and to keep the maths simple we can say that Harry, Wynter and Flynn stole and split the modern equivalent of £10000 between them, 40:30:30 as he offered]
“A paltry sum. I can match that. Shall we get someone to shuffle the cards.”
'Sure thing, I'm happy with whatever!' He calls over the barkeeper and gets them to shuffle the cards, before putting the deck back on the table. Harry then says 'We'll do this as a simple game of Higher or Lower. We'll draw the first card, then take turns to guess whether the next card is going to be higher, or lower, and we won't bother with suits. There are 52 cards in a deck, and if we subtract the first card from that count, seeing as it'll be on the table to begin with, and then also the last, as if you keep track throughout the game then there is no doubt on what card it could be, we'll have a round 50; a dollar per card guessed right. I mean pound.' He smiles and waits to see if Casey is happy with those rules.
“Fine by me.”
[Since Harry is going to immediately cheat with his Stand (which will be visible to Casey) do you actually want to play or just skip to the part where Casey catches on after a couple rounds? I don’t mind either way, but if we did want to play, the way I’d do it is that we roll a d13 on the forum to get the first card (or just chooses a card) and then Casey guesses higher or lower, before we roll a second d13 to determine what the next card is and if it’s higher or lower]
A man approaches him, dressed in a curious outfit that seems to consist of layers of shawls and woven garb, with a blonde chequered hairstyle and several collections of beaded necklaces or gemstone talismans about his neck. He rubs his hands together as he asks the man 'Excuse me, do you think you could explain something to me? I'm not from around here, and I'm struggling with the currency system.' He pulls out a small pouch containing several trinkets, such as coin-like discs of raw metals or other bizarre tokens, and laments that 'I can't seem to pay for anything with them, the shopkeep won't accept their value if they're not 'standardised', whatever that means.'
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
The man laughs and says 'What a coincidence! I thought the harbour would be a good place to seek some down to earth folk that could offer me decent advice, but I completely forgot that it's a hotspot for travellers too! Say friend, what be your name?'
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
The man laughs and says 'What a coincidence! I thought the harbour would be a good place to seek some down to earth folk that could offer me decent advice, but I completely forgot that it's a hotspot for travellers too! Say friend, what be your name?'
“Name? I’m Thorfinn, nice to meet you, friend.” He puts down the crate, moving his beard braids out of the way as he holds out an arm to them with a bit of a little smile, his hand calloused from what was likely years of strenuous work.
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
The man laughs and says 'What a coincidence! I thought the harbour would be a good place to seek some down to earth folk that could offer me decent advice, but I completely forgot that it's a hotspot for travellers too! Say friend, what be your name?'
“Name? I’m Thorfinn, nice to meet you, friend.” He puts down the crate, moving his beard braids out of the way as he holds out an arm to them with a bit of a little smile, his hand calloused from what was likely years of strenuous work.
'Nice to meet you Thorfinn, I'm Willanth!' His eyes then look down as the arm is extended to be shook, but instead of doing so, his gaze instead lingers on the worn hands, and he can't help but say 'You've really got them in a poor state haven't you? Here, let me help.' Assuming Thorfinn, however confused he may be, continues to extend out his palm to Willanth, he'll trace it with two fingers like he's reading it, before a sudden bright light streams from Willanth's fingertips onto the callouses, soothing the cells beneath and reverting the hand to a healthy state without compromising on any integrity that may have built up after years of work. 'There, they'll feel a lot smoother and softer now, but'll still hold up just as well against rough surfaces. If you'd like to keep them like that, I recommend just a few hand-rubbing exercises after vigorous activity. With just one palm to the other, rubbing round and out in a spiral until you reach your fingertips, you can activate enough Myron to maintain what they're like now!'
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
The man laughs and says 'What a coincidence! I thought the harbour would be a good place to seek some down to earth folk that could offer me decent advice, but I completely forgot that it's a hotspot for travellers too! Say friend, what be your name?'
“Name? I’m Thorfinn, nice to meet you, friend.” He puts down the crate, moving his beard braids out of the way as he holds out an arm to them with a bit of a little smile, his hand calloused from what was likely years of strenuous work.
'Nice to meet you Thorfinn, I'm Willanth!' His eyes then look down as the arm is extended to be shook, but instead of doing so, his gaze instead lingers on the worn hands, and he can't help but say 'You've really got them in a poor state haven't you? Here, let me help.' Assuming Thorfinn, however confused he may be, continues to extend out his palm to Willanth, he'll trace it with two fingers like he's reading it, before a sudden bright light streams from Willanth's fingertips onto the callouses, soothing the cells beneath and reverting the hand to a healthy state without compromising on any integrity that may have built up after years of work. 'There, they'll feel a lot smoother and softer now, but'll still hold up just as well against rough surfaces. If you'd like to keep them like that, I recommend just a few hand-rubbing exercises after vigorous activity. With just one palm to the other, rubbing round and out in a spiral until you reach your fingertips, you can activate enough Myron to maintain what they're like now!'
He is deeply confused, but nods along with their words, looking at his hands which have been basically healed now “Thank you.” He says out of the sake of being polite, though he now understands a little more about the man in front of him, “Tell me, do you see anything strange about me?” He reveals his Craggy stand, which stands visible behind him.
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
The man laughs and says 'What a coincidence! I thought the harbour would be a good place to seek some down to earth folk that could offer me decent advice, but I completely forgot that it's a hotspot for travellers too! Say friend, what be your name?'
“Name? I’m Thorfinn, nice to meet you, friend.” He puts down the crate, moving his beard braids out of the way as he holds out an arm to them with a bit of a little smile, his hand calloused from what was likely years of strenuous work.
'Nice to meet you Thorfinn, I'm Willanth!' His eyes then look down as the arm is extended to be shook, but instead of doing so, his gaze instead lingers on the worn hands, and he can't help but say 'You've really got them in a poor state haven't you? Here, let me help.' Assuming Thorfinn, however confused he may be, continues to extend out his palm to Willanth, he'll trace it with two fingers like he's reading it, before a sudden bright light streams from Willanth's fingertips onto the callouses, soothing the cells beneath and reverting the hand to a healthy state without compromising on any integrity that may have built up after years of work. 'There, they'll feel a lot smoother and softer now, but'll still hold up just as well against rough surfaces. If you'd like to keep them like that, I recommend just a few hand-rubbing exercises after vigorous activity. With just one palm to the other, rubbing round and out in a spiral until you reach your fingertips, you can activate enough Myron to maintain what they're like now!'
He is deeply confused, but nods along with their words, looking at his hands which have been basically healed now “Thank you.” He says out of the sake of being polite, though he now understands a little more about the man in front of him, “Tell me, do you see anything strange about me?” He reveals his Craggy stand, which stands visible behind him.
Willanth shakes his head and says 'Not really. I was drawn to you over the others in the harbour due to your fashion sense being on par with my liking - when dressed like we are, something about us is always going to be strange - but other than that no, not at all.'
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
The man grins and says ‘I’ve recently came into a small amount that I’d be happy to lose, it’s about 50 doll-I mean pounds. 50 pounds.’ He slicks his hair back again and maintains his smile, but gives no indication of where this extortionate gambling sum may be.
[£50 is about £4000 today, and to keep the maths simple we can say that Harry, Wynter and Flynn stole and split the modern equivalent of £10000 between them, 40:30:30 as he offered]
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“A paltry sum. I can match that. Shall we get someone to shuffle the cards.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
'Sure thing, I'm happy with whatever!' He calls over the barkeeper and gets them to shuffle the cards, before putting the deck back on the table. Harry then says 'We'll do this as a simple game of Higher or Lower. We'll draw the first card, then take turns to guess whether the next card is going to be higher, or lower, and we won't bother with suits. There are 52 cards in a deck, and if we subtract the first card from that count, seeing as it'll be on the table to begin with, and then also the last, as if you keep track throughout the game then there is no doubt on what card it could be, we'll have a round 50; a dollar per card guessed right. I mean pound.' He smiles and waits to see if Casey is happy with those rules.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Fine by me.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
[Since Harry is going to immediately cheat with his Stand (which will be visible to Casey) do you actually want to play or just skip to the part where Casey catches on after a couple rounds? I don’t mind either way, but if we did want to play, the way I’d do it is that we roll a d13 on the forum to get the first card (or just chooses a card) and then Casey guesses higher or lower, before we roll a second d13 to determine what the next card is and if it’s higher or lower]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
[I really don't want this thread to die, anyone want to rp?]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*I mean, Baalze and Himy have been busy, Jobah hasn’t been on too much, I’m the only one here really.*
[Yeah, that's a shame. Do you still want to roleplay though?]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Yeah totally, I got two characters here, and you’ve met one of them already.*
[Nice, I'll probably use Willanth since he's the only guy I haven't roleplayed with yet!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Okay, here ya go.*
The giant Viking in on the dock, taking his supplies off of his small boat, and surprising amount of things hidden inside.
A man approaches him, dressed in a curious outfit that seems to consist of layers of shawls and woven garb, with a blonde chequered hairstyle and several collections of beaded necklaces or gemstone talismans about his neck. He rubs his hands together as he asks the man 'Excuse me, do you think you could explain something to me? I'm not from around here, and I'm struggling with the currency system.' He pulls out a small pouch containing several trinkets, such as coin-like discs of raw metals or other bizarre tokens, and laments that 'I can't seem to pay for anything with them, the shopkeep won't accept their value if they're not 'standardised', whatever that means.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He looks up from his crate of goods over to them, before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it either, I am a wanderer as well, from farther up north. I have learned it is more easy to barter with those that will, than do nothing with those that don’t.”
The man laughs and says 'What a coincidence! I thought the harbour would be a good place to seek some down to earth folk that could offer me decent advice, but I completely forgot that it's a hotspot for travellers too! Say friend, what be your name?'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Name? I’m Thorfinn, nice to meet you, friend.” He puts down the crate, moving his beard braids out of the way as he holds out an arm to them with a bit of a little smile, his hand calloused from what was likely years of strenuous work.
'Nice to meet you Thorfinn, I'm Willanth!' His eyes then look down as the arm is extended to be shook, but instead of doing so, his gaze instead lingers on the worn hands, and he can't help but say 'You've really got them in a poor state haven't you? Here, let me help.' Assuming Thorfinn, however confused he may be, continues to extend out his palm to Willanth, he'll trace it with two fingers like he's reading it, before a sudden bright light streams from Willanth's fingertips onto the callouses, soothing the cells beneath and reverting the hand to a healthy state without compromising on any integrity that may have built up after years of work. 'There, they'll feel a lot smoother and softer now, but'll still hold up just as well against rough surfaces. If you'd like to keep them like that, I recommend just a few hand-rubbing exercises after vigorous activity. With just one palm to the other, rubbing round and out in a spiral until you reach your fingertips, you can activate enough Myron to maintain what they're like now!'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He is deeply confused, but nods along with their words, looking at his hands which have been basically healed now “Thank you.” He says out of the sake of being polite, though he now understands a little more about the man in front of him, “Tell me, do you see anything strange about me?” He reveals his Craggy stand, which stands visible behind him.
Willanth shakes his head and says 'Not really. I was drawn to you over the others in the harbour due to your fashion sense being on par with my liking - when dressed like we are, something about us is always going to be strange - but other than that no, not at all.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Cut for Shiver.*
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!