A huge, hulking man walks into the station, dressed in soft clothes and a grey canvas duster. He carries a book bag the size of a duffel bag and holds three roasted rats on skewers in one hand. He hums to himself, a deep, melodic tune in the voice of an opera bass. His face is expressionless, and he wears opaque sunglasses framed by his messy silver hair.
As he passes through a shadow, something can be seen... a lumbering wendigo of living darkness, glutted on vices too terrible to speak of.
*wanna RP?*
*I would like that, yes please*
KC is Lurking
*stealth check 16*
*What creature type are they?*
The huge man sniffs the air, tastes it, but seems to find nothing. He sits down on a bench and opens his bag, pulling out a scrapbook filled with brochures and ads for various attractions and businesses around the city.
The wind seems to blow through the tunnels, how very unexpected as there should be no wind down here right? The wall suddenly looks like a door as it opens, the hinges creaking in rebellion agaisnt movement. A man steps out, well... could you call him a man? As he steps out, he bumps his head against the doorframe, cursing in sylvan as he closes the door behind him, the door becoming a wall once again.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some mushrooms growing down here, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
The huge man sniffs the air, tastes it, but seems to find nothing. He sits down on a bench and opens his bag, pulling out a scrapbook filled with brochures and ads for various attractions and businesses around the city.
*human spell caster*
"BOO!!!" She jumps out and tries to scare them
*inmitadation 24**
The brute stares silently for a second, flinching slightly. He flexes his fingers. He already has a pistol halfway drawn from his bag. "That's not a good way to make a first impression." He puts the gun back. "You must be more careful in the future."
The wind seems to blow through the tunnels, how very unexpected as there should be no wind down here right? The wall suddenly looks like a door as it opens, the hinges creaking in rebellion agaisnt movement. A man steps out, well... could you call him a man? As he steps out, he bumps his head against the doorframe, cursing in sylvan as he closes the door behind him, the door becoming a wall once again.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some mushrooms growing down here, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
'You wanna drink?' Old Waldo the bartender calls out, apparently unfazed
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The wind seems to blow through the tunnels, how very unexpected as there should be no wind down here right? The wall suddenly looks like a door as it opens, the hinges creaking in rebellion agaisnt movement. A man steps out, well... could you call him a man? As he steps out, he bumps his head against the doorframe, cursing in sylvan as he closes the door behind him, the door becoming a wall once again.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some mushrooms growing down here, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
'You wanna drink?' Old Waldo the bartender calls out, apparently unfazed
The man turns around, as if confused if the man was talking to him. "Me? Oh, you were talking to me! Yes please and thank you"
The brute stares silently for a second, flinching slightly. He flexes his fingers. He already has a pistol halfway drawn from his bag. "That's not a good way to make a first impression." He puts the gun back. "You must be more careful in the future."
"Why should I make a good impression?"
"Because it's good to have people who like you." He takes a bite of one of his roasted rats. "Besides, a lot of people here are armed and jumpy, and that's a bad combination even if you put your best foot forward."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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'Yeah, sure, I can do that. What ya want, some kinda alliance. And, ya got a name?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*What creature type are they?*
The huge man sniffs the air, tastes it, but seems to find nothing. He sits down on a bench and opens his bag, pulling out a scrapbook filled with brochures and ads for various attractions and businesses around the city.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'KC stand for kill count? By any chance?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Playing the hunters at their own game I suppose. Nice. I can see why they don't like you. You got a decent hiding spot from them?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The wind seems to blow through the tunnels, how very unexpected as there should be no wind down here right? The wall suddenly looks like a door as it opens, the hinges creaking in rebellion agaisnt movement. A man steps out, well... could you call him a man? As he steps out, he bumps his head against the doorframe, cursing in sylvan as he closes the door behind him, the door becoming a wall once again.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some mushrooms growing down here, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The brute stares silently for a second, flinching slightly. He flexes his fingers. He already has a pistol halfway drawn from his bag. "That's not a good way to make a first impression." He puts the gun back. "You must be more careful in the future."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Samesies. And they haven't found me yet. Got a couple folks down the San line who I've kinda fell in with, they got a boat and everything'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Yeah, they're magnet fishers, that's how they get by. As long as ya were quiet about ya magic, they'd take ya.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'You wanna drink?' Old Waldo the bartender calls out, apparently unfazed
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The man turns around, as if confused if the man was talking to him. "Me? Oh, you were talking to me! Yes please and thank you"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Because it's good to have people who like you." He takes a bite of one of his roasted rats. "Besides, a lot of people here are armed and jumpy, and that's a bad combination even if you put your best foot forward."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels