A bard on the younger side plays a small red, orange, and gold lute, frowning down at the strings. He has curly auburn hair tied into two small braids and wears red clothing, with amber eyes. Finally getting the strings right, he starts to play and sing a song about summer.
"Hey, uh...what's up?" A younger boy, maybe in his early teens, approaches, seemingly embarrassed to interrupt the song. His hair is longer, blond and curly, and the first traces of acne dot it. Even in his youth, he stands tall: nearly six feet, with a lanky, wiry build. "Who're you, and what can I get for you?"
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Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest |------extended sig------|
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
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Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest |------extended sig------|
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A bard on the younger side plays a small red, orange, and gold lute, frowning down at the strings. He has curly auburn hair tied into two small braids and wears red clothing, with amber eyes. Finally getting the strings right, he starts to play and sing a song about summer.
"Hey, uh...what's up?" A younger boy, maybe in his early teens, approaches, seemingly embarrassed to interrupt the song. His hair is longer, blond and curly, and the first traces of acne dot it. Even in his youth, he stands tall: nearly six feet, with a lanky, wiry build. "Who're you, and what can I get for you?"
"Oh!" He smiles faintly. "I'm Jess. Nothing I need, just an audience."
A bard on the younger side plays a small red, orange, and gold lute, frowning down at the strings. He has curly auburn hair tied into two small braids and wears red clothing, with amber eyes. Finally getting the strings right, he starts to play and sing a song about summer.
"Hey, uh...what's up?" A younger boy, maybe in his early teens, approaches, seemingly embarrassed to interrupt the song. His hair is longer, blond and curly, and the first traces of acne dot it. Even in his youth, he stands tall: nearly six feet, with a lanky, wiry build. "Who're you, and what can I get for you?"
"Oh!" He smiles faintly. "I'm Jess. Nothing I need, just an audience."
He takes a seat warily, as if he's never sat down before. "Um...okay? What should I do? Do you want a tea to go with that---" he points at the instrument, then realizes it isn't food "---uh...thing?"
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest |------extended sig------|
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A bard on the younger side plays a small red, orange, and gold lute, frowning down at the strings. He has curly auburn hair tied into two small braids and wears red clothing, with amber eyes. Finally getting the strings right, he starts to play and sing a song about summer.
"Hey, uh...what's up?" A younger boy, maybe in his early teens, approaches, seemingly embarrassed to interrupt the song. His hair is longer, blond and curly, and the first traces of acne dot it. Even in his youth, he stands tall: nearly six feet, with a lanky, wiry build. "Who're you, and what can I get for you?"
"Oh!" He smiles faintly. "I'm Jess. Nothing I need, just an audience."
He takes a seat warily, as if he's never sat down before. "Um...okay? What should I do? Do you want a tea to go with that---" he points at the instrument, then realizes it isn't food "---uh...thing?"
Lauren walks away from Kafko and freezes seeing the dagger.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
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Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest |------extended sig------|
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
“It was this little (GP) right here…oh, but the story doesn’t end this way now, does it?”
Bhalas (the dragonborn) runs at the kid who tripped and pounces on him, pinning his right arm to the ground with a claw and holding the dagger in between his third and fourth ribs on the left side. Right where his heart is.
“Shhhhh…any more movement, and your life is forfeit. I trust you won’t immediately run away, and instead come with me, if you value your life.”
He lets go of the kids arm, and plays a little ditty on his flute (which was in his mouth the whole time).
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
“It was this little (GP) right here…oh, but the story doesn’t end this way now, does it?”
Bhalas (the dragonborn) runs at the kid who tripped and pounces on him, pinning his right arm to the ground with a claw and holding the dagger in between his third and fourth ribs on the left side. Right where his heart is.
“Shhhhh…any more movement, and your life is forfeit. I trust you won’t immediately run away, and instead come with me, if you value your life.”
He lets go of the kids arm, and plays a little ditty on his flute (which was in his mouth the whole time).
The whole place turns to look at him as he leaps atop the kid, dagger in hand. "What's he doing?" someone cries. "He's going to kill him!"
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Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest |------extended sig------|
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
“It was this little (GP) right here…oh, but the story doesn’t end this way now, does it?”
Bhalas (the dragonborn) runs at the kid who tripped and pounces on him, pinning his right arm to the ground with a claw and holding the dagger in between his third and fourth ribs on the left side. Right where his heart is.
“Shhhhh…any more movement, and your life is forfeit. I trust you won’t immediately run away, and instead come with me, if you value your life.”
He lets go of the kids arm, and plays a little ditty on his flute (which was in his mouth the whole time).
The whole place turns to look at him as he leaps atop the kid, dagger in hand. "What's he doing?" someone cries. "He's going to kill him!"
Suddenly, Bhalas’s eyes seem to snap back into focus. He pauses, slowly turns in a complete circle, flute still in playing position, drinking in all the attention.
”ahhhh… People! I think you are misunderstanding me! We are…uhhhh…practicing! Yes, practicing for our next great act in Rolo’s Grand Draconic Circus! Sorry for the commotion!”
(Deception check: 20
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
“It was this little (GP) right here…oh, but the story doesn’t end this way now, does it?”
Bhalas (the dragonborn) runs at the kid who tripped and pounces on him, pinning his right arm to the ground with a claw and holding the dagger in between his third and fourth ribs on the left side. Right where his heart is.
“Shhhhh…any more movement, and your life is forfeit. I trust you won’t immediately run away, and instead come with me, if you value your life.”
He lets go of the kids arm, and plays a little ditty on his flute (which was in his mouth the whole time).
The whole place turns to look at him as he leaps atop the kid, dagger in hand. "What's he doing?" someone cries. "He's going to kill him!"
Suddenly, Bhalas’s eyes seem to snap back into focus. He pauses, slowly turns in a complete circle, flute still in playing position, drinking in all the attention.
”ahhhh… People! I think you are misunderstanding me! We are…uhhhh…practicing! Yes, practicing for our next great act in Rolo’s Grand Draconic Circus! Sorry for the commotion!”
(Deception check: 20
Lauren has walked onto the porch at this point, one hand on her bow.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
A white dragonborn man with a flute in his mouth sits at a table, fiddling with the shredded strings of an ornate lyre.
"Oy, is that a flute, or are you [redacted, but I'm sure you can guess]?" a voice shouts. A couple of kids, dressed in varying shades of black and gray, approach the table. One, bracelets of bone wrapping around his arms, slams a fist down on the grain. "Got anything to give to some sweet, little children?" he asks mockingly.
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
“It was this little (GP) right here…oh, but the story doesn’t end this way now, does it?”
Bhalas (the dragonborn) runs at the kid who tripped and pounces on him, pinning his right arm to the ground with a claw and holding the dagger in between his third and fourth ribs on the left side. Right where his heart is.
“Shhhhh…any more movement, and your life is forfeit. I trust you won’t immediately run away, and instead come with me, if you value your life.”
He lets go of the kids arm, and plays a little ditty on his flute (which was in his mouth the whole time).
The whole place turns to look at him as he leaps atop the kid, dagger in hand. "What's he doing?" someone cries. "He's going to kill him!"
Suddenly, Bhalas’s eyes seem to snap back into focus. He pauses, slowly turns in a complete circle, flute still in playing position, drinking in all the attention.
”ahhhh… People! I think you are misunderstanding me! We are…uhhhh…practicing! Yes, practicing for our next great act in Rolo’s Grand Draconic Circus! Sorry for the commotion!”
(Deception check: 20
Lauren has walked onto the porch at this point, one hand on her bow.
“Relax! It’s a circus act! Do I look like I would kill someone?”
(deception and persuasion: 27 and 33
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
*cut w/Sturgeon, Link: the rolls are amazing lmfao*
"No, definitely not..." the woman trails off, and even the kid seems to relax under you. The tavern gets back to normal within a couple of seconds.
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Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest |------extended sig------|
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
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"Hey, uh...what's up?" A younger boy, maybe in his early teens, approaches, seemingly embarrassed to interrupt the song. His hair is longer, blond and curly, and the first traces of acne dot it. Even in his youth, he stands tall: nearly six feet, with a lanky, wiry build. "Who're you, and what can I get for you?"
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury you just like the rest
|------extended sig------|
“Ha! Of course…any requests?”
The dragonborn looks so innocent…oh so innocent. It would be easy to knock him out and take his goods, right?
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Heh. Why don't we start with whatever's in your pockets, and then we'll take whatever other coin you have spirited away?"
They don't seem to realize that there's any danger as the leader continues to speak.
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury you just like the rest
|------extended sig------|
“Oh! You want what’s in my pockets, now?”
He draws an ornate, bloodstained dagger from his tunic.
”This was a special gift from Father. You said you wanted something to taste…yes?”
His smile grows maniacal.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Oh!" He smiles faintly. "I'm Jess. Nothing I need, just an audience."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
He takes a seat warily, as if he's never sat down before. "Um...okay? What should I do? Do you want a tea to go with that---" he points at the instrument, then realizes it isn't food "---uh...thing?"
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury you just like the rest
|------extended sig------|
*yoohoo! Wes!?!? HDJRHJENFJDIEN*
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
Lauren walks away from Kafko and freezes seeing the dagger.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!*my bad I had to go lol*
”Uh…never mind?” The boys begin to back away cautiously, keeping their gaze on the dragonborn, until one of them crashes—splat!—into a table, upending a couple cups of tea and the room for several seconds before they continue their fleeing.
A mouse whines quietly as he looks at the shattered remains of his teacup.
”Who…did…that?” comes a shout, and a middle-aged, paunchy woman comes out of the kitchen. Her face glares around the tavern as she surveys the scene.
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury you just like the rest
|------extended sig------|
Lauren is still frozen.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!“It was this little (GP) right here…oh, but the story doesn’t end this way now, does it?”
Bhalas (the dragonborn) runs at the kid who tripped and pounces on him, pinning his right arm to the ground with a claw and holding the dagger in between his third and fourth ribs on the left side. Right where his heart is.
“Shhhhh…any more movement, and your life is forfeit. I trust you won’t immediately run away, and instead come with me, if you value your life.”
He lets go of the kids arm, and plays a little ditty on his flute (which was in his mouth the whole time).
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The whole place turns to look at him as he leaps atop the kid, dagger in hand. "What's he doing?" someone cries. "He's going to kill him!"
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury you just like the rest
|------extended sig------|
Suddenly, Bhalas’s eyes seem to snap back into focus. He pauses, slowly turns in a complete circle, flute still in playing position, drinking in all the attention.
”ahhhh… People! I think you are misunderstanding me! We are…uhhhh…practicing! Yes, practicing for our next great act in Rolo’s Grand Draconic Circus! Sorry for the commotion!”
(Deception check: 20
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
Lauren has walked onto the porch at this point, one hand on her bow.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!“Relax! It’s a circus act! Do I look like I would kill someone?”
(deception and persuasion: 27 and 33
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
*cut w/Sturgeon, Link: the rolls are amazing lmfao*
"No, definitely not..." the woman trails off, and even the kid seems to relax under you. The tavern gets back to normal within a couple of seconds.
Wes (he/him): bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
I see the airplanes--they're pouring from your chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury you just like the rest
|------extended sig------|
*it helps having expertise and the Guidance spell ready*
“Well, my prodigy! Looks like we must take our act to the road! If anybody wants to follow???” He says “follow” sing-songily, almost inviting.
(Persuasion: 20)
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
Lauren shrugs. "I might join."
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!