The assumption that what currently exists must necessarily exist is the acid that corrodes all visionary thinking.
- Murray Bookchin
RAINY CITY BLUES
An Adventure By Stephanie252
The rain closes people off. Hoods hide their faces as they hurry indoors, where the windows are blurred by rivulets of water. Skies are dark, hanging solemnly over our heads and blotting out the sun. This evening was no different.
Each of you received an invitation to a meeting earlier this week. The time? 19:00. The place? The New Night Bar. It's 18:50 and your characters begin to arrive, stepping into a dilapidated warehouse. An imposing orcish bouncer gives you a once over before pulling aside a corrugated iron sheet to reveal the stairs down to the basement. Once inside, the atmosphere changes. A haze of cigarette smoke fills the air, mixed with the tell tale scent of blood and alcohol. The bounty hunters among you immediately recognise the noticeboard where they find most of their work, hung next to the band who croon out low bluesy melodies for the patrons to relax to. At the other end of the room is the bar, where a young gnomish man serves the drinks.
*The mini scenes I rped with you all contained a directive to meet at 7pm here and order a Dandelion Cream from the bar. When everyone's posted their introes we'll get started, feel free to rp and look around in the meantime*
An older-looking man wearing a set of plate armor and a glaive walks in, scrunching his nose at the smell of the smoke. If there is a place to leave weapons he carefully places his glaive in a position least likely to damage it and takes off his plate mail. The complete process takes a minute. Before finally, he's left in a long-sleeved tunic, and hands covered in Bandages. Finally, after a little stretching, he walks over to the bar, trying to politely smile, but it's wolfish and comes off a little intimidating, "Pardon, I'll take a dandelion cream."
The gnome smiles up at him. "Well, hello Mr Kass! It might take a little while for that particular order to be served, but how about an ale while you wait? On the house, of course."
The gnome smiles up at him. "Well, hello Mr Kass! It might take a little while for that particular order to be served, but how about an ale while you wait? On the house, of course."
"Not one to not take free things." he takes the ale and swigs it, "How long am I waiting then."
Amidst the sound of footsteps amongst the taverngoers is a sound of… hooves clopping? As if someone were riding a horse down the stairs. Ducking to enter the room is a tall centaur, a nervous smile on his face. His curly hair is wet and plastered to his face currently from the rain- he seems to have taken no measures at all to protect himself from it (maybe he enjoys it). His fur is a deep onyx tone with blueish coloring, white flecks like fallen snow dotting his back all the way to his hindquarters. His tail is short and in a small tucked braid, black with indigo streaks dyed into it. His legs are toned with springing muscle, and he’s built more like a racehorse.
His skin melds seamlessly with his hide, and strangely enough, he looks to be a tiefling on his upper half. The tiefling’s skin is a deep blue, almost black, and his hair is a pale white, curly and cut short. Two black horns protrude from his brow, arcing forward like a ram’s with dual tines and silvery tips. His eyes are a soft violet, like a sunset, and on the side of his neck is a tattoo of the moon in white ink. He wears slim fitted, well oiled leather armor with steel studs and silver decor. On his side is a simple rapier with a decorative lightning-inspired hilt, and on the other is a steel revolver. He has a silver circular shield strapped to his back, a design depicting a ferocious storm painted onto it. Around his neck is a simple silver chain with a lightning bolt pendant hanging from it, as well as a ring of silver on his left hand.
The centaur self consciously clops up to the bar, softly whispering to the bartender. “One dandelion cream for me please.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The gnome smiles up at him. "Well, hello Mr Kass! It might take a little while for that particular order to be served, but how about an ale while you wait? On the house, of course."
"Not one to not take free things." he takes the ale and swigs it, "How long am I waiting then."
"Just until the others arrive. I'll call you through soon."
The gnome smiles up at him. "Well, hello Mr Kass! It might take a little while for that particular order to be served, but how about an ale while you wait? On the house, of course."
"Not one to not take free things." he takes the ale and swigs it, "How long am I waiting then."
"Just until the others arrive. I'll call you through soon."
Amidst the sound of footsteps amongst the taverngoers is a sound of… hooves clopping? As if someone were riding a horse down the stairs. Ducking to enter the room is a tall centaur, a nervous smile on his face. His curly hair is wet and plastered to his face currently from the rain- he seems to have taken no measures at all to protect himself from it (maybe he enjoys it). His fur is a deep onyx tone with blueish coloring, white flecks like fallen snow dotting his back all the way to his hindquarters. His tail is short and in a small tucked braid, black with indigo streaks dyed into it. His legs are toned with springing muscle, and he’s built more like a racehorse.
His skin melds seamlessly with his hide, and strangely enough, he looks to be a tiefling on his upper half. The tiefling’s skin is a deep blue, almost black, and his hair is a pale white, curly and cut short. Two black horns protrude from his brow, arcing forward like a ram’s with dual tines and silvery tips. His eyes are a soft violet, like a sunset, and on the side of his neck is a tattoo of the moon in white ink. He wears slim fitted, well oiled leather armor with steel studs and silver decor. On his side is a simple rapier with a decorative lightning-inspired hilt, and on the other is a steel revolver. He has a silver circular shield strapped to his back, a design depicting a ferocious storm painted onto it. Around his neck is a simple silver chain with a lightning bolt pendant hanging from it, as well as a ring of silver on his left hand.
The centaur self consciously clops up to the bar, softly whispering to the bartender. “One dandelion cream for me please.”
Amidst the sound of footsteps amongst the taverngoers is a sound of… hooves clopping? As if someone were riding a horse down the stairs. Ducking to enter the room is a tall centaur, a nervous smile on his face. His curly hair is wet and plastered to his face currently from the rain- he seems to have taken no measures at all to protect himself from it (maybe he enjoys it). His fur is a deep onyx tone with blueish coloring, white flecks like fallen snow dotting his back all the way to his hindquarters. His tail is short and in a small tucked braid, black with indigo streaks dyed into it. His legs are toned with springing muscle, and he’s built more like a racehorse.
His skin melds seamlessly with his hide, and strangely enough, he looks to be a tiefling on his upper half. The tiefling’s skin is a deep blue, almost black, and his hair is a pale white, curly and cut short. Two black horns protrude from his brow, arcing forward like a ram’s with dual tines and silvery tips. His eyes are a soft violet, like a sunset, and on the side of his neck is a tattoo of the moon in white ink. He wears slim fitted, well oiled leather armor with steel studs and silver decor. On his side is a simple rapier with a decorative lightning-inspired hilt, and on the other is a steel revolver. He has a silver circular shield strapped to his back, a design depicting a ferocious storm painted onto it. Around his neck is a simple silver chain with a lightning bolt pendant hanging from it, as well as a ring of silver on his left hand.
The centaur self consciously clops up to the bar, softly whispering to the bartender. “One dandelion cream for me please.”
The music stops. Everyone turns to look..... at the band, currently switching between songs. "Of course. That man over there had the same order, I'm afraid it'll take a little while to be served. I'll call you over."
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The music stops. Everyone turns to look..... at the band, currently switching between songs. "Of course. That man over there had the same order, I'm afraid it'll take a little while to be served. I'll call you over."
He nods quickly. The centaur seems to nervously fiddle with his ring as the music stops, pulling his bandana up to cover the lower half of his face.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
He nods quickly. The centaur seems to nervously fiddle with his ring as the music stops, pulling his bandana up to cover the lower half of his face.
The band starts up playing again, but a young human woman in the corner is giving him covert looks
“Ahh…” He puts his head in his arms, leaning on the bar.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
"Mmm. Know who contracted us?"
“No.. but it should pay well.. probably.. hopefully..”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
"Mmm. Know who contracted us?"
“No.. but it should pay well.. probably.. hopefully..”
"Hopefully yes. I was told it's worth more than 3 silver pieces."
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
"Mmm. Know who contracted us?"
“No.. but it should pay well.. probably.. hopefully..”
"Hopefully yes. I was told it's worth more than 3 silver pieces."
The centaur nods and taps his fingers on the bar. “I hope so. I.. um..” he trails off. “Yea.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
"Mmm. Know who contracted us?"
“No.. but it should pay well.. probably.. hopefully..”
"Hopefully yes. I was told it's worth more than 3 silver pieces."
The centaur nods and taps his fingers on the bar. “I hope so. I.. um..” he trails off. “Yea.”
"Cat got your tongue? You're rather quiet for someone who came here."
"Cat got your tongue? You're rather quiet for someone who came here."
“I don’t like crowded places. It.. makes me nervous.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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RAINY CITY BLUES
An Adventure By Stephanie252
The rain closes people off. Hoods hide their faces as they hurry indoors, where the windows are blurred by rivulets of water. Skies are dark, hanging solemnly over our heads and blotting out the sun. This evening was no different.
Each of you received an invitation to a meeting earlier this week. The time? 19:00. The place? The New Night Bar. It's 18:50 and your characters begin to arrive, stepping into a dilapidated warehouse. An imposing orcish bouncer gives you a once over before pulling aside a corrugated iron sheet to reveal the stairs down to the basement. Once inside, the atmosphere changes. A haze of cigarette smoke fills the air, mixed with the tell tale scent of blood and alcohol. The bounty hunters among you immediately recognise the noticeboard where they find most of their work, hung next to the band who croon out low bluesy melodies for the patrons to relax to. At the other end of the room is the bar, where a young gnomish man serves the drinks.
*The mini scenes I rped with you all contained a directive to meet at 7pm here and order a Dandelion Cream from the bar. When everyone's posted their introes we'll get started, feel free to rp and look around in the meantime*
Chilling kinda vibe.
An older-looking man wearing a set of plate armor and a glaive walks in, scrunching his nose at the smell of the smoke. If there is a place to leave weapons he carefully places his glaive in a position least likely to damage it and takes off his plate mail. The complete process takes a minute. Before finally, he's left in a long-sleeved tunic, and hands covered in Bandages. Finally, after a little stretching, he walks over to the bar, trying to politely smile, but it's wolfish and comes off a little intimidating, "Pardon, I'll take a dandelion cream."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The gnome smiles up at him. "Well, hello Mr Kass! It might take a little while for that particular order to be served, but how about an ale while you wait? On the house, of course."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Not one to not take free things." he takes the ale and swigs it, "How long am I waiting then."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Amidst the sound of footsteps amongst the taverngoers is a sound of… hooves clopping? As if someone were riding a horse down the stairs. Ducking to enter the room is a tall centaur, a nervous smile on his face. His curly hair is wet and plastered to his face currently from the rain- he seems to have taken no measures at all to protect himself from it (maybe he enjoys it). His fur is a deep onyx tone with blueish coloring, white flecks like fallen snow dotting his back all the way to his hindquarters. His tail is short and in a small tucked braid, black with indigo streaks dyed into it. His legs are toned with springing muscle, and he’s built more like a racehorse.
His skin melds seamlessly with his hide, and strangely enough, he looks to be a tiefling on his upper half. The tiefling’s skin is a deep blue, almost black, and his hair is a pale white, curly and cut short. Two black horns protrude from his brow, arcing forward like a ram’s with dual tines and silvery tips. His eyes are a soft violet, like a sunset, and on the side of his neck is a tattoo of the moon in white ink. He wears slim fitted, well oiled leather armor with steel studs and silver decor. On his side is a simple rapier with a decorative lightning-inspired hilt, and on the other is a steel revolver. He has a silver circular shield strapped to his back, a design depicting a ferocious storm painted onto it. Around his neck is a simple silver chain with a lightning bolt pendant hanging from it, as well as a ring of silver on his left hand.
The centaur self consciously clops up to the bar, softly whispering to the bartender. “One dandelion cream for me please.”
(He also has a cowboy hat very important feature)
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Just until the others arrive. I'll call you through soon."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Others... Hm." He swishes his ale and downs it
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"You must be one of these others then."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The music stops. Everyone turns to look..... at the band, currently switching between songs. "Of course. That man over there had the same order, I'm afraid it'll take a little while to be served. I'll call you over."
Chilling kinda vibe.
A group of humans and half-elves give Kass a weird look, before laughing among themselves
Chilling kinda vibe.
The centaur freezes up, nervously looking down at his hands. “I uh.. yes. I think so.” He tries to make himself as small as possible, which is not very effective.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He nods quickly. The centaur seems to nervously fiddle with his ring as the music stops, pulling his bandana up to cover the lower half of his face.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The band starts up playing again, but a young human woman in the corner is giving him covert looks
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Mmm. Know who contracted us?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Ahh…” He puts his head in his arms, leaning on the bar.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“No.. but it should pay well.. probably.. hopefully..”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Hopefully yes. I was told it's worth more than 3 silver pieces."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The centaur nods and taps his fingers on the bar. “I hope so. I.. um..” he trails off. “Yea.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Cat got your tongue? You're rather quiet for someone who came here."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“I don’t like crowded places. It.. makes me nervous.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ