A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
All of the gemstones look perfectly real. Make an investigation check.
(to be perfectly clear, she is a scam artist, all of her products become worthless if they leave a certain vicinity around her.)
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
All of the gemstones look perfectly real. Make an investigation check.
(to be perfectly clear, she is a scam artist, all of her products become worthless if they leave a certain vicinity around her.)
Investigation:23 (Yeah, I had the feeling that was how it worked, considering his own stand works with rocks, crystals, and everything of that kind, so you think he would get advantage?)
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
All of the gemstones look perfectly real. Make an investigation check.
(to be perfectly clear, she is a scam artist, all of her products become worthless if they leave a certain vicinity around her.)
Investigation:27 (Yeah, I had the feeling that was how it worked, considering his own stand works with rocks, crystals, and everything of that kind, so you think he would get advantage?)
One of the gemstones he’s examining, a black Opal, is… off. It’s too light, and it doesn’t feel the same way a real black opal would in his hands. It looks identical, though.
The woman is smiling, sitting back on her chair, about 15 feet from the tavern entrance, pretending not to pay much attention to him as he examines them.
Seline sighs as he talks, and says with a smirk that ‘I wasn’t born yesterday, and I can certainly hold my own in tense situations. Besides, I think I can figure out ways to make my Stand work for me, but that’s not to say I’m just going to go off on this great, criminal rehabilitating journey alone. I’ll need some friends to have my back, and also land some heavy hits if needed.’ She arches an eyebrow at Casey and says ‘Seeing as you’re the only Stand User I know, and your Stand is literally a sword, I think you’d be a pretty good fit for that role…what do you think?’ She keeps up her sly smile, a bright contrast to her weeping earlier.
“So let me get this straight. You want me to be your escort on this, incredibly stupid journey to rehabilitate some of the worst people on the planet. And how much am I getting paid for this?*
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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.”
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
All of the gemstones look perfectly real. Make an investigation check.
(to be perfectly clear, she is a scam artist, all of her products become worthless if they leave a certain vicinity around her.)
Investigation:27 (Yeah, I had the feeling that was how it worked, considering his own stand works with rocks, crystals, and everything of that kind, so you think he would get advantage?)
One of the gemstones he’s examining, a black Opal, is… off. It’s too light, and it doesn’t feel the same way a real black opal would in his hands. It looks identical, though.
The woman is smiling, sitting back on her chair, about 15 feet from the tavern entrance, pretending not to pay much attention to him as he examines them.
He puts the Opal down, walking over to them, “Is everything in here fake?” He asks, whispering the question to them, as to not let anyone else other than her hear, asking out of pure curiosity.
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
All of the gemstones look perfectly real. Make an investigation check.
(to be perfectly clear, she is a scam artist, all of her products become worthless if they leave a certain vicinity around her.)
Investigation:27 (Yeah, I had the feeling that was how it worked, considering his own stand works with rocks, crystals, and everything of that kind, so you think he would get advantage?)
One of the gemstones he’s examining, a black Opal, is… off. It’s too light, and it doesn’t feel the same way a real black opal would in his hands. It looks identical, though.
The woman is smiling, sitting back on her chair, about 15 feet from the tavern entrance, pretending not to pay much attention to him as he examines them.
He puts the Opal down, walking over to them, “Is everything in here fake?” He asks, whispering the question to them, as to not let anyone else other than her hear, asking out of pure curiosity.
She curses, dropping the facade. “Only if ya look too hard…“ the woman stands up, taking a step back behind the chair.
"A good name." He taps his small stone stand, which reaches into the ground, pulling out a lump of coal, the hole they made closing "Just a little show of what I can do."
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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.'
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She jumps in front of him as he walks past, energetic for her age. ”Helloooo kind sir, wouldyoubeinterestedinbuyingsomeluxurygoodsfora-*deep breath*- Veeeeeeery low price?”
*Wanna continue our other rp?*
He stops as to not bump into them, squatting down to their level, smiling still, though only a little bit “Kind sir?” He gives a hearty laugh before shaking his head “Can I please see some of this ‘goods’?” His accent heavy, matching his appearance.
“Why of course, sir! come, come, follow me!” She leads him back to her stand, where she’s selling gemstones, fine jewelry, fabrics, anything expensive.
He looks around the shop, looking around at all of the goods, picking up some of the gemstones, looking closely at them, trying to see if they are real, his own stand seemingly looking too.
All of the gemstones look perfectly real. Make an investigation check.
(to be perfectly clear, she is a scam artist, all of her products become worthless if they leave a certain vicinity around her.)
Investigation:23 (Yeah, I had the feeling that was how it worked, considering his own stand works with rocks, crystals, and everything of that kind, so you think he would get advantage?)
*Nevermind, I think a nat 20 lets him know.*
One of the gemstones he’s examining, a black Opal, is… off. It’s too light, and it doesn’t feel the same way a real black opal would in his hands. It looks identical, though.
The woman is smiling, sitting back on her chair, about 15 feet from the tavern entrance, pretending not to pay much attention to him as he examines them.
“So let me get this straight. You want me to be your escort on this, incredibly stupid journey to rehabilitate some of the worst people on the planet. And how much am I getting paid for this?*
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
He puts the Opal down, walking over to them, “Is everything in here fake?” He asks, whispering the question to them, as to not let anyone else other than her hear, asking out of pure curiosity.
She curses, dropping the facade. “Only if ya look too hard…“ the woman stands up, taking a step back behind the chair.
*Cut for Arch.*
He shakes his head, “Nothing real?” He sighs, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants, “Fine. Do you want some real gems?”
“… What do you mean? Why in hell would you give me something like that?”
“So you can stop scamming people and actually give them what they paid for.” He pats his little stone stand.
“I… don’t see why not… if you can provide them…” she says, suspiciously.
“Sounds good.” He holds out a calloused hand to them, “I get you the gems, I get half the profit. Deal?”
She considers this for a moment, before shaking his hand. ”you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Good. By the way, I’m Thorfinn.” He gives them a strong handshake, before letting go of their hand.
“Adelaide.”
"A good name." He taps his small stone stand, which reaches into the ground, pulling out a lump of coal, the hole they made closing "Just a little show of what I can do."
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.'