Big Dread

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Reemes finished loading his weapon with a wide and shark-like grin on his face from the startlement of the jester and the nose full of arse the little micro-mage got. Reemes snorted and threw his back joining Dyn's chorus of horrible laughter. He stopped quickly when Koan started to move away and the wolf agreed to let the gnome pet him. Well, that was a rather unexpected turn of events. However, as Reemes stuffed his pistol back into the holster at his hip, he knew it would be a terrible idea to touch something like that. It was common sense really. The thing was practically made of the shrill voice of a mother-in-law who lived in your guest room, proper freezing. He opened his mouth as she started to cast her spell, thinking of warning the little wizard, but, then thought better of it. Or, perhaps he thought worse of it.

As she finished her spell Reemes stepped over to the jester doing the strangest ritual he had ever seen and chanting some kind of madness that even he was a little wary of. He nearly stopped moving towards the second maddest person on the boat before he remembered that he was on the top of that list, and, worst she could do was say something almost as crazy as something he might say. So, he continued to her and leaned in as Eliza reached out for the wolf. "A ducett says 'er arm turns icy'n'solid like Northern berg." as soon as he offered this bet to Koan though his suspicion was proved perfectly correct. He snapped his fingers in irritation as the saner members of the crew moved to help, "Awwe!" Reemes grumbled, "N'shake on it s'don't count. I ain't a cheater'o'me own crew, see?" he said with a disappointed glance over at Koan.

He darted his eyes back to the scene by the wolf though as the great big bollock of a pirate started to talk to the frosty dog. The nasty piece of work that floated about the ship had some good points. Reemes hated doing things without details, the devil was in those, y'ken? Yes, y'ken it very well. Was all happy and fun talk until you really knew what you were doing. Then it was all lies and guns. He didn't mind a bit of lies and guns but he liked to know if that was going to happen before others did. Best to be the one resorting to violence than the victim of someone quicker. Reemes dark eyes suddenly danced with ideas and plans, never a good sign. He turned to Koan beside him and gave her a quick, "Right back kullie," he said with a glint of terrible in the whites of his eyes and a smile like the Devil with a married woman on his arm, "Gotta query'm'own t'pose our frosty guest. Keep th'unholy chant y'got goin' fer me."

" 'ail! Y'fuckin''orrible bastard you." Calico said as he swaggered over to the flank of the beholder, giving the floating wizard and nod of respect, "Dyn'ere 'as'a good set'o'questions fer ya. Though, Ole Calico Reemes 'ere 'as a request fer s'm payment up front." Reemes took just a second to think just how incredible he was at diplomatic arts before he asked for his up front payment, "I thinks y'owes us an apology, y'ken it? Yes, y'ken well I think. Not jus't'm'scroons 'ere but t'm'wet an' drowny bitch 'neath th'ship. Y'made 'er proper upset, ken it? She nearly tried t'drown even me. This 'ole Gate business 'as made 'er proper mad, see? She needs an apology from y'ilk. Only fair." he crossed his arms over his chest and looked around nodding at all of his companions, "Yeah, right? I'm right on it 'ere, yeah?" he asked and nodded his own confirmation while mouthing what appeared to be agreement from himself. He turned his face back to the wolf and waited for details and the requested apology.

TMechanics

Reemes acts like the living embodiment of rancid grog. A truly acquired taste.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

Now, now, here was something interesting in the little village. Harriet's eyes drew on the two men and sat there, hard and narrow as they told their little tale. It sounded a little flowery but convincing enough. Then again, it didn't matter if they had more to tell or had dressed up the situation. They had admitted to being slaving scum and that was enough to earn them both a private confessional with the Gunpowder Priestess. People really should be careful when they admit to being scum sucking pieces of rubbish that only serve the world as fertilizer, one day, someone might just hear that story and then decide to reduce your elevation by six feet.

As they finished their little confession and threw themselves on the non-existent mercy of Harriet Brewer, not that they knew that was what they were doing, the gunslinger glanced down at the large felid by her side. He looked properly miffed about the whole shebang too. Good. She could count on Stary to help her out when it was a big noble who needed a kick down the stairs but she lacked someone who was willing to step up when it came to the stuff for the small folk. Looks like her companion here might be the unexpected one.

Harriet leaned down closer to Lorenthar and made a very quiet and brief hiss noise to grab the druid's attention before she spoke in a barely audible voice. She knew she would be able to speak even more quietly with him than the others, after all, he was a cat. Cats had great hearing, "Y'thinkin' what I am?" she began, tossing a quick glance to the two slavers, "Think they need to be taught a lesson, eh? Teach'em th'forest is right dangerous if'n you don't pay attention."

@The Harbinger of Ferocity @Ermine

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Reemes heard the command and groaned with the idea of not fighting anymore. Oh well, there would be more violence for sure in the near future. With a look of complete disgust he stuffed his pistol back into the holster and hauled himself back to a righted position and looked into the nest at his side. His pistol was still on the floor of the look-out and at the feet of the, thankfully, no longer babbling sorceress. Reemes belt over the edge of the crow's nest and picked up his weapon before just tipping himself all the way into the nest and laying on the floor of the pitching roost. He tucked his legs in to fit more comfortably in the small area and cradeled his pistol, starting to reload it.

"I ask ye fer one good fight an' I get half drowned, frozen't'm bones and don't even getta kill nuttin?" he asked the open air. He looked up from his reloading and locked his gaze on the woman standing over him, "Th'sea, y'see?" he said, as if to clairify his ranting, "She loves me, y'ken it? She does. She's a proper cunt though, aye. She likes t'give me lil' gifts that'r most pain than pleasure, y'ken? She loves me, and I her. She's a 'orrible bitch though, she is, the worst of'em all." he gave Nemea a mad man's gin and started to laugh, "Iss'why I love'er s'damned much! Perfect fer me she is!" with that said he lost himself in howling laughter and started to kick the side of the crow's nest in a fevered fit of glee.

His glee suddenly stopped when he heard the voice of the jester lifting to him as she waxed on about the glories of life, like that screaming bitch was going to be able to bury a ship with the Sea's Favorite Boy on board. Reemes looked back to the cat-lady and clciked his tongue, "I think iss'time t'make an appearance. Th'ole bitch'll need t'see t'one tha'shot'em up." With that he stood quickly and started down the rigging at a break neck pace, sliding to the deck with a loud thock!

Calico Reemes landed with bent knees and pulled out his half loaded pistol and returned to loading it as he swaggered up next to the jester Koan. "Lovely words, lass." he said with a nod to her and then looked at the massive wolf. "You'ain't s'bad up close. Almost cute, idn't'ee?"

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Psycho? Fucking unstable? FUCKING PSYCHO? Green eyes locked on Sharp as he spoke, widening and seeming to glint with a sudden rush of anger. I'll fucking show you psycho you little fuck! I'll peel off your fucking face with a fucking butcher knife you motherfucker! her mind filled with a thousand little ways to just tear his body to shreds. Some detailed, others just feelings and emotions. Those fevered eyes closed for a second and she took a deep breath. A very long, very deep breath. As she exhaled she locked her gaze back on Sharp, now smirking a little and half closed in an almost euphoric cast.

Ink chuckled and pointed at him with her right hand in the recognizable shape of a 'finger-gun'. She let her thumb-hammer fall and cocked her wrist up from the phantom recoil. "Lucky I'm in a indica mood, Sharp." she said with a little giggle. "I dig it though, blood. I'll wait this one out like a good girl and just sit in the car until you need some help keeping the floor tight. Then I'll help with bags." she lowered her hand and rested it on her leg as Teddy started to pull stuff out of his bag.

He had what you might expect any self-respecting boom-boy to have. He had some gizmos and gadgets and loved to boast about the little chemicals he had with him. She wouldn't fault him for that. This motherfucker had C4. Shit, that was new. She had been around some guys with semtex, or other knock offs, but, never the real deal. Whitney took the little piece of offered putty and squished it between her fingers. She giggled a little at the feeling and started to roll it around in her hands. "Prolly not a good idea to just break the shit in the metal box, boom-boy, we need to get something from it for Gizmo here." She looked up at the hacker and gave him an honest look of apology, "Oh, sorry, blood. I meant Circuit. Sorry." she shrugged, "I always think of you as Gizmo for some reason."

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The raven vanished just as the other had and Theodore fell from its talons and to the earth. Haemar grimaced when he saw his friend smash into the unforgiving ground. That action was reckless at best. It did seem to have worked but the cost could have been so much worse. As it was, Theodore had already been pummeled by a spell from Wick and the bird itself. He needed to be seen to in order to assess his injuries. Hopefully the man yet lived. Losing him would be a great blow to them all, Thea especially if the obvious hints proved to be more than just a game.

"See if The Templar needs healing or if he has departed us." Haemar said quickly to the scholar beside him as he turned his attention to the final bird, fleeing. Haemar raised his hand and it sparked to life with brilliant magical flames. Golden eyes watched the bird in flight and judged exactly where he would need to place the bolt of flame to strike the creature. For now though, it did not have any of his companions in toe and it was making its exit. As long as it continued to flee and not to turn to strike against them again it would be left to live out whatever life it had. Haemar knew these were just birds. They did not bear them malice or serve the forces of Darkness, they were just birds. At least, that was what they seemed to be. They had shifted into some kind of magical stone after death, but, that did not mean they would return.

Haemar waited and watched, ready should the feather foe turn again. His hand remained alight in flames in preparation for if the creature gathered its nerve and thought to make another pass. He did not suspect it would though. They had proven hard prey and predators did not fight for challenge.

Mechanics

Haemar uses his turn to speak to Wick and ask her to tend to Theodore sonce he is likely hurt. He then readies the firebolt cantrip in case the other raven returns. If the bird shifts its flight pattern and starts to approach again, he will fire it at the creature. Otherwise, he does nothing.

Arcane Ward: 9/9
HP: 20/20
Spell Slots:
1st:1/4
2nd:1/2
Illuminating Shroud:0/1

@Gordian Nought @The Harbinger of Ferocity @Cu Chulainn

Gang Wars (A Star Wars Saga RP)

@JBRam2002 I am not planning on playing a Jedi. I am planning on doing either a Soldier or a Scoundrel.

Gang Wars (A Star Wars Saga RP)

You know I am interested as we have discussed previously. Not sure what I will be running. I'll have to take a look at build options.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Suddenly, Whitney found herself with a person who was supporting her position. Well, he was doing so a little more dramatically then she would have done, but, it was still nice to have someone on her side. He even stood up and walked over to her. She eyed him a little wary at first, her green eyes skeptical at best. He also was packing a machete for when you needed to whack through a thicket of vines or people, but, his was decorated unlike her's. She just had a tool, he seemed to treat his more like a totem or something. Had a funny accent to. She couldn't quite place it. It almost sounded like some of the cholos she used to know, but, not quite.

He introduced himself to her quickly and offered her his hand as well as a compliment on her tats. She had seen him eyeing her a bit, of course, he wasn't looking at her sleeves or what you could see on her back through the white Bladerunner tank top she was wearing. His eyes were lower. Hell, she wasn't going to knock him for that. She knew her lower body was a real draw, but, still. He could have been a little more discreet. She glanced down at her right arm sleeve for a second, taking a look at the geometric patterns that were on her upper arm that faded into the biomechanical piece that finished the sleeve out. Her eyes flicked back to his hand and she gave him a half smile and popped her joint in her lips before reaching out with her right hand and shaking Teddy's hand. "Thanks, blood." she said through her mostly closed mouth. "Name's Whitney, or Ink," she introduced herself gesturing to her right arm with her left hand as if to lend credence to her nickname, "I'm your girl when you need someone tuned up, feel?" she said before leaning around her supporter and taking another long pull off her smoke. She popped the thing out of her mouth, handed it to 'Teddy' casually, and returning her attention to Sharp. "So, the fuck am I going to be doing?" she repeated, smoke filtering out of her mouth as she spoke wreathing her head in a halo of weed smoke.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

@bluetommy2 Those are the BEST characters! XD

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The peaceful walk was a nice change of pace from what they had been through recently. Haemar took the time during the stroll to consider a few things. Primarily, where exactly they were and what that might mean for their course of action in the future. As it was, they were just walking with no particular direction and with no end goal. In fact, they did not even know what had become of the previous goal they had held. Things were very strange and unclear at the moment. To compound all of that; none of them seemed to be in need of food or drink despite having walked for hours in the sun. The sun also did not move. wherever they were, it was not the world they had left. Either changed drastically by the crowning event of the sphere, or, somewhere completely new.

He discussed these ideas with Wick as they walked as well as sharing the spells from his own ancient tome with her. She was a student of the arcane just as he was and scholarly collaboration was the cornerstone of all discovery and progress. This was quickly interrupted by 'Really Big Crows' as Katia had named them. Of course, Haemar was not if that was exactly correct but there was little time for debate right now. Instead they jumped into action with bolt, blade, and bursts of energy.

Haemar was slower on the draw than his companions as he still had his spellbook out as he was discussing a particularly interesting set of spellwork he had yet to put into practice. Well, now was as good a time as any. Just as Katia sprung forth and destroyed one of the ravens, reducing it to just a small stone that she then grabbed and took up a tree with her. Haemar darted to the side, forming up just off to Wick's left. As he did so he paid no heed to the raven that might try to assault him in his flight. His wards were up as they usually were and he doubted if the bird was keen enough to pay attention to him when it had Theodore in its clutches. He would need to remedy that.

As he reached his position by the scholar he drew his steel with a familiar ring and began to work his spell. He spoke the ancient incantations and moved his left hand in precise motions. The burning magic shown red in the shimmering air before him and three mansized spears of incredible heat sprang into life above his head, hovering there for just a moment. He took aim carefully, making sure not to strike the young templar with his attacks, and sent the first flying. He had over corrected his aim and shot the ray off above the bird and sizzling into the trees behind it. The Abjurer grimaced and sent the next to flying in rapid succession, the next missing but the last finding its searing mark in the side of avian. As with all things before, there seemed to be no blood or wounds at all, yet, he knew his spell had found its mark.

"Wick speaks truth!" He shouted over the din of furious struggle, "We can not let them rise with our fellows!"

Mechanics

Haemar moves to stand to Wick's left, drawing his blade as he moves, and potentially provoking an attack of opportunity. He then casts Scorching Ray. The three rays granted by the attack then streak for the raven, the first two missing with rolls of 6 and 8. The last strikes home with a roll of 20 and dealing 9 damage. If the Hex from Wick provides extra damage it would be rolled by Wick.

Arcane Ward: 9/9
HP: 20/20
Spell Slots:
1st:1/4
2nd:1/2
Illuminating Shroud:0/1

@Gordian Nought @The Harbinger of Ferocity @Hekazu