The World Dungeon - A Dungeon Crawler Carl Thread

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A goblin wearing a boot on his head, and red overalls carrying a mangled stick with a rat skull atop it enters the saferoom. He speaks in a surprisingly posh British voice. “Hullo”

 David looks up. “Hello. Who’re you?”

*Guess who my char’s based on?*

*Last name bootista?*

I’m Anthony O’Donald, formerly from England and currently living in a Waffle House saferoom.

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*Last name bootista?*

I’m Anthony O’Donald, formerly from England and currently living in a Waffle House saferoom.

 *Ye, he’s based off of Bautista, my favourite character from the books.*

”Pleasure to meet you, Anthony. What class did you choose?”

“The chaos goblin. It went well with my chosen race and class. AND, it gave me my boot.” He pats the boot on his head.

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“The chaos goblin. It went well with my chosen race and class. AND, it gave me my boot.” He pats the boot on his head.

 “What does the boot do?”

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A Tigran man has wandered past one of the safe rooms.

 

 the bug-like creature looks over at him, its head tilts and he heard a voice in his mind, seemingly ageless, but with a younger tinge "hello" that is all that was said (for now) as he waited for a response

 “Uhhh… hi.” He speaks with a gruff Asian voice.

 "my name is cavum. you are?" his head tilted, the darkness revealed by the eyeholes in his mask shifted slightly in the light, almost liqid-like yet it didnt shimmer, it seemed to absorb all light entering

 “My name is David. David Bautista. May I ask what race you are?”

 "i am a vessel. i doubt you know of my species. my realm is less than known, my world had been ravaged by an infection, and almost all contact anywhere else had been removed" the voice had no emotional inflections, just blankness, the only actual sound coming from it being the rustling of the its leaf-cloak and a faint whispering in the air around it

 *OOC, how this works is you were originally a human, but you selected this race upon reaching the 3rd floor.*

 

*sorry, unaware, though it still applys, its all true about the species, let me edit*

"i am a vessel. i doubt you know of the species. the realm it hails from is less than known, exept by a few, and few choose it as it comes with some... inconviniences. namely no true voice, and the size, but it also has some bonuses" the voice had no emotional inflections, just blankness, the only actual sound coming from it being the rustling of the its leaf-cloak and a faint whispering in the air around it

 “Really? Like what?”

 "a few... natuaral spells"

 “Can you describe one?”

 "i guess i could show you one" he turned towards a empty space, and the whispers around him rose in volume, before a blast of seemingly pure energy exploded from him, the (best way i can figure to explain how it looks, being a white commet) streaks through the air and hits the wall nearest to the front of him