The Red Gut– a dark sci-fi roleplay thread

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A brass dragonborn wearing half plate armor with a “deliciously curvy” scimitar (“his patron’s words” he says) walks into the Nameless Inn, looking incredibly out of place, but still carrying himself with confidence despite the unfamiliar technologies he’s surrounded by.

As he swiftly realizes that the bar he intended to teleport to is not this one, a bead of sweat forms on his brow as he looks outside towards the window, peering out at an unfamiliar landscape.

”hmmm…either the Floppy Wyrm moved somewhere else or this isn’t the Floppy Wyrm.  I just hope I can get out of here unseen.”

 a small creature looked up at him, its head encased in a bug-like mask with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, and two eyeholes carved in the mask, though only darkness is visible inside. his body is a pure voidic black, wrapped in a leaflike cloak, and an odd weapon sheathed to his back, a sword with a thick triangular blade and cylandric handle

 The dragonborn glances nervously at the creature, stepping back and placing its hand on the hilt of its blade.

”Yes?”

 the creature waved merrily, the gesture childlike, dispite its ageless features

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A brass dragonborn wearing half plate armor with a “deliciously curvy” scimitar (“his patron’s words” he says) walks into the Nameless Inn, looking incredibly out of place, but still carrying himself with confidence despite the unfamiliar technologies he’s surrounded by.

As he swiftly realizes that the bar he intended to teleport to is not this one, a bead of sweat forms on his brow as he looks outside towards the window, peering out at an unfamiliar landscape.

”hmmm…either the Floppy Wyrm moved somewhere else or this isn’t the Floppy Wyrm.  I just hope I can get out of here unseen.”

 a small creature looked up at him, its head encased in a bug-like mask with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, and two eyeholes carved in the mask, though only darkness is visible inside. his body is a pure voidic black, wrapped in a leaflike cloak, and an odd weapon sheathed to his back, a sword with a thick triangular blade and cylandric handle

 The dragonborn glances nervously at the creature, stepping back and placing its hand on the hilt of its blade.

”Yes?”

 the creature waved merrily, the gesture childlike, dispite its ageless features

 “Do you perhaps to know where I am right now? I can’t contact my patron here…”

*anyone free to rp?*

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A brass dragonborn wearing half plate armor with a “deliciously curvy” scimitar (“his patron’s words” he says) walks into the Nameless Inn, looking incredibly out of place, but still carrying himself with confidence despite the unfamiliar technologies he’s surrounded by.

As he swiftly realizes that the bar he intended to teleport to is not this one, a bead of sweat forms on his brow as he looks outside towards the window, peering out at an unfamiliar landscape.

”hmmm…either the Floppy Wyrm moved somewhere else or this isn’t the Floppy Wyrm.  I just hope I can get out of here unseen.”

 a small creature looked up at him, its head encased in a bug-like mask with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, and two eyeholes carved in the mask, though only darkness is visible inside. his body is a pure voidic black, wrapped in a leaflike cloak, and an odd weapon sheathed to his back, a sword with a thick triangular blade and cylandric handle

 The dragonborn glances nervously at the creature, stepping back and placing its hand on the hilt of its blade.

”Yes?”

 the creature waved merrily, the gesture childlike, dispite its ageless features

 “Do you perhaps to know where I am right now? I can’t contact my patron here…”

 the creature pulled out a notebook and wrote something down before showing it to him, the letters wobily but spelling correct "called the nameless. i cavum"

*anyone free to rp?*

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A brass dragonborn wearing half plate armor with a “deliciously curvy” scimitar (“his patron’s words” he says) walks into the Nameless Inn, looking incredibly out of place, but still carrying himself with confidence despite the unfamiliar technologies he’s surrounded by.

As he swiftly realizes that the bar he intended to teleport to is not this one, a bead of sweat forms on his brow as he looks outside towards the window, peering out at an unfamiliar landscape.

”hmmm…either the Floppy Wyrm moved somewhere else or this isn’t the Floppy Wyrm.  I just hope I can get out of here unseen.”

 a small creature looked up at him, its head encased in a bug-like mask with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, and two eyeholes carved in the mask, though only darkness is visible inside. his body is a pure voidic black, wrapped in a leaflike cloak, and an odd weapon sheathed to his back, a sword with a thick triangular blade and cylandric handle

 The dragonborn glances nervously at the creature, stepping back and placing its hand on the hilt of its blade.

”Yes?”

 the creature waved merrily, the gesture childlike, dispite its ageless features

 “Do you perhaps to know where I am right now? I can’t contact my patron here…”

 the creature pulled out a notebook and wrote something down before showing it to him, the letters wobily but spelling correct "called the nameless. i cavum"

 “Mmm. You understand my speech. Fascinating. How do I get out of here?”

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A brass dragonborn wearing half plate armor with a “deliciously curvy” scimitar (“his patron’s words” he says) walks into the Nameless Inn, looking incredibly out of place, but still carrying himself with confidence despite the unfamiliar technologies he’s surrounded by.

As he swiftly realizes that the bar he intended to teleport to is not this one, a bead of sweat forms on his brow as he looks outside towards the window, peering out at an unfamiliar landscape.

”hmmm…either the Floppy Wyrm moved somewhere else or this isn’t the Floppy Wyrm.  I just hope I can get out of here unseen.”

 a small creature looked up at him, its head encased in a bug-like mask with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, and two eyeholes carved in the mask, though only darkness is visible inside. his body is a pure voidic black, wrapped in a leaflike cloak, and an odd weapon sheathed to his back, a sword with a thick triangular blade and cylandric handle

 The dragonborn glances nervously at the creature, stepping back and placing its hand on the hilt of its blade.

”Yes?”

 the creature waved merrily, the gesture childlike, dispite its ageless features

 “Do you perhaps to know where I am right now? I can’t contact my patron here…”

 the creature pulled out a notebook and wrote something down before showing it to him, the letters wobily but spelling correct "called the nameless. i cavum"

 “Mmm. You understand my speech. Fascinating. How do I get out of here?”

 the creature pointed at the door

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A brass dragonborn wearing half plate armor with a “deliciously curvy” scimitar (“his patron’s words” he says) walks into the Nameless Inn, looking incredibly out of place, but still carrying himself with confidence despite the unfamiliar technologies he’s surrounded by.

As he swiftly realizes that the bar he intended to teleport to is not this one, a bead of sweat forms on his brow as he looks outside towards the window, peering out at an unfamiliar landscape.

”hmmm…either the Floppy Wyrm moved somewhere else or this isn’t the Floppy Wyrm.  I just hope I can get out of here unseen.”

 a small creature looked up at him, its head encased in a bug-like mask with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, and two eyeholes carved in the mask, though only darkness is visible inside. his body is a pure voidic black, wrapped in a leaflike cloak, and an odd weapon sheathed to his back, a sword with a thick triangular blade and cylandric handle

 The dragonborn glances nervously at the creature, stepping back and placing its hand on the hilt of its blade.

”Yes?”

 the creature waved merrily, the gesture childlike, dispite its ageless features

 “Do you perhaps to know where I am right now? I can’t contact my patron here…”

 the creature pulled out a notebook and wrote something down before showing it to him, the letters wobily but spelling correct "called the nameless. i cavum"

 “Mmm. You understand my speech. Fascinating. How do I get out of here?”

 the creature pointed at the door

 “Well I know that much! I meant off of this planet…if it’s even possible…”