A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
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"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
"We are almost there." Xavier says briefly glancing at them
A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
"We are almost there." Xavier says briefly glancing at them
"You're really vague, you know that? Does it hurt to like... stop and talk for a bit?" Sparrow follows Xavier, clutching his shoulder in pain.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A rusted warforged sits in a cell wearing leather armor, its bronze skin covered in dust. By its side is a rusty scimitar, and a few small mice scutter around it.
*Sure, I got a drunken monk and a mentally disabled fighter*
A tall man sits in his cell surrounded in a half-dozen bottles he somehow has with him.
The warforged's eyes creak open and it groans. "W-where am I? Where are you? Where's Spirit???"
Heiter smiles, only slightly slurring his words as he speaks: "Wouldn't we all like to know? Does it truly matter? I gave up trying to know a long time ago"
*I might also need to make a smart character, considering how the other two are*
A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
"We are almost there." Xavier says briefly glancing at them
"You're really vague, you know that? Does it hurt to like... stop and talk for a bit?" Sparrow follows Xavier, clutching his shoulder in pain.
Xavier sighs and tosses him a potion of healing "Here now lets keep moving"
A rusted warforged sits in a cell wearing leather armor, its bronze skin covered in dust. By its side is a rusty scimitar, and a few small mice scutter around it.
*Sure, I got a drunken monk and a mentally disabled fighter*
A tall man sits in his cell surrounded in a half-dozen bottles he somehow has with him.
The warforged's eyes creak open and it groans. "W-where am I? Where are you? Where's Spirit???"
Heiter smiles, only slightly slurring his words as he speaks: "Wouldn't we all like to know? Does it truly matter? I gave up trying to know a long time ago"
*I might also need to make a smart character, considering how the other two are*
*I need to make a character who isn't a support...*
"Ugh... my words feel all jumbled. I was knocked out, wasn't I?" He flicks his wrist to the side and glances down at a bear carved onto his wrist that shifts into a unicorn before the man's eyes. "Okay good. Spirit's here. We have to get out of here, come on come on come on!"
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
"We are almost there." Xavier says briefly glancing at them
"You're really vague, you know that? Does it hurt to like... stop and talk for a bit?" Sparrow follows Xavier, clutching his shoulder in pain.
Xavier sighs and tosses him a potion of healing "Here now lets keep moving"
Sparrow chugs the potion without taking a look at it. "Thanks..." He says, and then follows Xavier. "Where are we?"
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young man in his twenties with a boyish face and fluffy brown hair sits in his cell, strumming on his lute, playing a melancholy tune. It seems he hasn’t noticed the door is open yet-or isn’t leaving for some reason. His armor is hardened leather, well buckled and tight with the emblem of a wyvern on it, and a cloak rests next to him, serving as a sheathe for his rapier.
*Is he going to leave the cell or is he waiting for someone else?*
*he’s waiting for someone else*
*:P*
Xavier opens the cell door and roughly says "Come on lets go."
"Ah!" The guy jerks backwards and wields his lute in a position for smacking. After realizing it's another person, he sighs in relief. "O-okay. I'll follow you. This seems sorta... dangerous, though. What's your name? I'm Sparrow... It's a weird name, I know. Parents named me it because... eh, that's a fact for another time." He sighs, having not stopped a beat in his words, and finally turns to look at Xavier. They're in the hallway now, and Sparrow looks at the door in front of them with fear.
"This place is only dangerous if you let down your guard" Xavier says as he walks towards a large door
"Well I'm kinda bad at not letting down my guard! And you never told me your name! OWwwwwwww!" Sparrow yells as he slams into the door, having taken a second to look to the side. "Ow ow ow ow!"
"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
"We are almost there." Xavier says briefly glancing at them
"You're really vague, you know that? Does it hurt to like... stop and talk for a bit?" Sparrow follows Xavier, clutching his shoulder in pain.
Xavier sighs and tosses him a potion of healing "Here now lets keep moving"
Sparrow chugs the potion without taking a look at it. "Thanks..." He says, and then follows Xavier. "Where are we?"
"The city of Abraxas one of the biggest hubs in this godforsaken dungeon." Xavier says annoyed
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
"Uh-huh..." Sparrow says, still following Xavier. "Is there anywhere I can play music for people? For like... money? Unless things don't cost money..." He says hopefully.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
"Uh-huh..." Sparrow says, still following Xavier. "Is there anywhere I can play music for people? For like... money? Unless things don't cost money..." He says hopefully.
"Busking? usually you do that in either the commercial district or by one of the inns in the residential district" Xavier says after a moment of thinking
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
"Uh-huh..." Sparrow says, still following Xavier. "Is there anywhere I can play music for people? For like... money? Unless things don't cost money..." He says hopefully.
"Busking? usually you do that in either the commercial district or by one of the inns in the residential district" Xavier says after a moment of thinking
"Uhhhh okay. Hey, where do you come from?"
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
"Uh-huh..." Sparrow says, still following Xavier. "Is there anywhere I can play music for people? For like... money? Unless things don't cost money..." He says hopefully.
"Busking? usually you do that in either the commercial district or by one of the inns in the residential district" Xavier says after a moment of thinking
"Uhhhh okay. Hey, where do you come from?"
"I came from a small town called blackmarsh why?" Xavier asks
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
"Uh-huh..." Sparrow says, still following Xavier. "Is there anywhere I can play music for people? For like... money? Unless things don't cost money..." He says hopefully.
"Busking? usually you do that in either the commercial district or by one of the inns in the residential district" Xavier says after a moment of thinking
"Uhhhh okay. Hey, where do you come from?"
"I came from a small town called blackmarsh why?" Xavier asks
"Juuuuuuust curious. Trying to make conversation. Get to know you. Ya'know?"
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
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"Xavier is my name" he says as he opens the door
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"Hi Xavier... do you mind stopping for a sec? My shoulder really hurts..."
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
As Xavier and Sparrow open the door they are met with the sight of a massive thriving underground city bustling with people.
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"We are almost there." Xavier says briefly glancing at them
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"You're really vague, you know that? Does it hurt to like... stop and talk for a bit?" Sparrow follows Xavier, clutching his shoulder in pain.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Heiter smiles, only slightly slurring his words as he speaks: "Wouldn't we all like to know? Does it truly matter? I gave up trying to know a long time ago"
*I might also need to make a smart character, considering how the other two are*
Xavier sighs and tosses him a potion of healing "Here now lets keep moving"
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*I need to make a character who isn't a support...*
"Ugh... my words feel all jumbled. I was knocked out, wasn't I?" He flicks his wrist to the side and glances down at a bear carved onto his wrist that shifts into a unicorn before the man's eyes. "Okay good. Spirit's here. We have to get out of here, come on come on come on!"
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Sparrow chugs the potion without taking a look at it. "Thanks..." He says, and then follows Xavier. "Where are we?"
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"The city of Abraxas one of the biggest hubs in this godforsaken dungeon." Xavier says annoyed
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*Hey ya'll the intro was slightly updated on the account of sparrow and Xavier finding the city :P*
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*cut with Balth*
"Ohhhhhhhh... so this is a dungeon. Great. Okay. How do we get out? I don't know about you but I want to see sunlight and cuddle with puppies and kittens."
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"You think we would still be down here if we knew how?" Xavier laughs bitterly
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"Well there has to be a way! C'mon, get your spirits up!"
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Well anyways the city is divided into 4 districts commercial,industrial, administrative and residential" Xavier says as he walks
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"Uh-huh..." Sparrow says, still following Xavier. "Is there anywhere I can play music for people? For like... money? Unless things don't cost money..." He says hopefully.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Busking? usually you do that in either the commercial district or by one of the inns in the residential district" Xavier says after a moment of thinking
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"Uhhhh okay. Hey, where do you come from?"
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"I came from a small town called blackmarsh why?" Xavier asks
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"Juuuuuuust curious. Trying to make conversation. Get to know you. Ya'know?"
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.