A dark tavern. Cheap alcohol. A quest board. A perfect gathering place for everyone in the need of a touch of money. The board in the front of the tavern is scratched out so no one really knows the name, but it’s popular enough that it has several endearing nicknames. You are sitting at the bar, talking to the bizarre multicolored teifling next to you. You know their name is cal, and that you share a line of work, and you are wondering if they would join you on a quest or two?
smashcut into the middle of the convo, what are you two talking about? (You have had a few drinks so... you can decide how inebriated you are)
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‘Where are we going?’ the Dragonborn asks flatly. She has introduced herself as Evita, but no last name. ‘I don’t want to go anywhere too far away from the mountains’ You also notice that as she says this, she stares into her drink, before downing it and ordering another.
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“Idunno man, I was thinking maybe, like, we could, like, kill a dragon or two........ or like some aliens.... I really don’t like aliens........” your partner, who introduced himself as Cal, says, with a noticeable drunken lilt on his bright voice. He chugs his glass of cheap ale, ordering another one as well. “You look responsible enough, you decide!”
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‘I would happily kill aliens with you, Cal, but a dragon saved my life - twice. I will not kill them unprovoked.’ Evita says seriously. ‘Also, don’t get too drunk’
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“I have had a single ale I’mfine.” He mumbles. He then walks over the quest board and takes 3 papers off. “These look good!” He says, putting them down in front of you. There is a quest to deal with some goblins that are proving problematic for a farmer, a strix infested forest that some local royals are making a trade route through, and a xorn that has been eating through a mine.
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“Just killing these little strix buggers, I believe.”
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‘Okay. Anybody else coming?’ she asks as if she was waiting for an otherworldy being to reach out to another otherworldly being and make them send another adventurer.
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You get the feeling that the otherworldly being has reached out to another, but the other is grounded for a week :(. “Not today, so, shall we depart tomorrow?”
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“I mean I do, but that wasn’t necessary to say!” He says as you walk away.
should we timeskip?
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
my character is a tefling named Jake, he has no last name because he betrayed his parents and lest his family and giving up his last name, he worked at a bar, he serves people and entertainers them as well, he is bad at spelling, and grammar, he has a big heart and loves to make new freindsbut he does what ever it takes to help his freind even if that means death, his class is warlock, he 6th tall male, with a short beard he is buff, has a warm gray skin, dyed green leather armor. Color changing eyes depending on emotions. Spiky brown hair.
This was written by pheonix, credit where credit is due.
Evita wakes shortly after dawn, walking down to the meal room where you find your new adventuring partner, Cal, talking to another teifling. He looks over and sees you, and calls “Hey Evi! This guy named jake wants to come with us, you cool with that?”
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
“That is... mildly unhealthy. But I’m not one to judge a woman her habits.” He says, shrugging.
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
A dark tavern. Cheap alcohol. A quest board. A perfect gathering place for everyone in the need of a touch of money. The board in the front of the tavern is scratched out so no one really knows the name, but it’s popular enough that it has several endearing nicknames. You are sitting at the bar, talking to the bizarre multicolored teifling next to you. You know their name is cal, and that you share a line of work, and you are wondering if they would join you on a quest or two?
smashcut into the middle of the convo, what are you two talking about? (You have had a few drinks so... you can decide how inebriated you are)
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘Where are we going?’ the Dragonborn asks flatly. She has introduced herself as Evita, but no last name. ‘I don’t want to go anywhere too far away from the mountains’ You also notice that as she says this, she stares into her drink, before downing it and ordering another.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“Idunno man, I was thinking maybe, like, we could, like, kill a dragon or two........ or like some aliens.... I really don’t like aliens........” your partner, who introduced himself as Cal, says, with a noticeable drunken lilt on his bright voice. He chugs his glass of cheap ale, ordering another one as well. “You look responsible enough, you decide!”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘I would happily kill aliens with you, Cal, but a dragon saved my life - twice. I will not kill them unprovoked.’ Evita says seriously. ‘Also, don’t get too drunk’
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“I have had a single ale I’mfine.” He mumbles. He then walks over the quest board and takes 3 papers off. “These look good!” He says, putting them down in front of you. There is a quest to deal with some goblins that are proving problematic for a farmer, a strix infested forest that some local royals are making a trade route through, and a xorn that has been eating through a mine.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘I say we take care of the forest. Will we be helping clear it, or just kill things?’ she adds.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“Just killing these little strix buggers, I believe.”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘Okay. Anybody else coming?’ she asks as if she was waiting for an otherworldy being to reach out to another otherworldly being and make them send another adventurer.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
You get the feeling that the otherworldly being has reached out to another, but the other is grounded for a week :(.
“Not today, so, shall we depart tomorrow?”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘Sounds good, but I hope you have a room of your own.’ She then leaves her drink unfinished, gets up, and walks to her room.
XD
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“I mean I do, but that wasn’t necessary to say!” He says as you walk away.
should we timeskip?
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
sure, unless you had something planned to happen.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Hi I’m Chris I’m a friends with Phoenix
my character is a tefling named Jake, he has no last name because he betrayed his parents and lest his family and giving up his last name, he worked at a bar, he serves people and entertainers them as well, he is bad at spelling, and grammar, he has a big heart and loves to make new freinds but he does what ever it takes to help his freind even if that means death, his class is warlock, he 6th tall male, with a short beard he is buff, has a warm gray skin, dyed green leather armor. Color changing eyes depending on emotions. Spiky brown hair.
This was written by pheonix, credit where credit is due.
Evita wakes shortly after dawn, walking down to the meal room where you find your new adventuring partner, Cal, talking to another teifling. He looks over and sees you, and calls “Hey Evi! This guy named jake wants to come with us, you cool with that?”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘Sure! It’d be nice to have another person with us!’ Evita says cheerily. Oddly, she looks a lot more enthused and energized than last night.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“Got your beauty sleep I see” cal chuckles.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘Call it what you like, I’ve hardly slept like that in months.’ She replies
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“That is... mildly unhealthy. But I’m not one to judge a woman her habits.” He says, shrugging.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Nice to meet you evita!
‘Nice to meet you, too. Just wondering, how are we going to get there?’ She asks, walking to the others and offering Jake a handshake.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.