Dark Light

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He felt no need to reply to this man and instead mused with a throaty "Hmm"

As the patron left his table the werewolf picked up the discarded knife and fork, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
"Would be rude of me not to use cutlery."
Then two things happened.
The cigarette hanging from his lips suddenly lit as if touched by an invisible flame and immediately after he used that lupine strength and speed to hurl the cutlery at Julian with a viscous speed and force.

The knife and fork, both thrown at once, had a lot of power behind them but not accuracy. One was on a path for somewhere just off mid chest while the other would be lucky to skim an arm.@BunniesOfDoom

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This was not the same self loathing, wolf hating, lycan that left the tavern all those years ago. No, he had come to terms with his 'condition'. Embraced it even. Now he and the beast were as one. (He had worse demons to worry about after all.)
The wolf's supernatural senses kept him alert to everything as or it before it happened. The dynamite did not go unnoticed.

He was fast for his size, dodging the fire ball at the last moment with a twist and side step, this movement also put him close to a nearby confused and frightened patron who was simply here for a meal. Julian had already interrupted the poor man once before.

Nonchalantly, Clayton pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and takes one in his lips before returning his stash to where it came from. Speaking around it he scoffs.

"Think ya can get a bit closer this time? I wanna light my cigarette."

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The werewolf's cocky grin only grew as Julian went on.
Flashing him a final toothy grin he ignores him and turns to the wall beside him, caressing it with a hand as he spoke to it.
"For me? A welcome home present? Ahwww, ya shouldn't 'ave."

He gives the wall a playful little pat then turns his gaze back to the Phoenix. "Mostly right." He growls. Predatory eyes fixing on him. "Ain't got no fleas."

He starts to roll out his neck as he continues to address Julian but not before giving himself a mock sniff.

"Ooh, Has been a while since I had bath, maybe once I'm done kicking your butt. I do prefer to bath after a meal, things tend to get-" he licks his lips "-bloody. Tell me, got any kids I can have for desert?"

The taunt was pure coincidence, using the insults Julian had accused him of, he had no inside knowledge on this stranger.@BunniesOfDoom

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[Clayton]
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3025757

With the raccoons gone and the Phoenix eating, the tavern returned to some semblance of civility. Then, as if attacking the moments temporary peace, the tavern doors violently swing open. A strong chilling breeze comes rushing in bringing with it a few flakes of snow and the silhouette of a large man.

With a groaning creak the doors swing shut behind him and his form is visible in the light. Human, tall, muscular, leather jacket, tattooed chest.

With a wide grin he look around the room, then throwing his arms out wide he loudly bellows to the roof. "It's good to be home!"

a Tale of High Adventure!

Soo, lots going on.

Lucky is probably slinging it with the crew, (Doesn't mean he won't join the others) but the lower station are his people, crude mannered, boisterous and eager to gamble.

What he thinks of the others will entirely depend on their first interactions unless we build in a backstory.

Hey @Red Wizard, do have any plans for bad weather?
Would be fun if Lucky was trying to help the sailors with a spell for clear sky's or some directional winds but it went bad.

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any advice for my character? like any edits I need to make? I'm trian's friend by the way, and I made a post in the character tab.

@Sky Blue

Nah, looks great. There's nearly no limit or restrictions on characters here except that you want to make it enjoyable for others to interact with.

Look forward to your first post.

Oh and welcome if I haven't already said that :)

a Tale of High Adventure!

Lucky, the sneaky spell thief

Name: Lucky
Race: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Short, just over four foot with an agile build. Dark shoulder length Hair. Green Eyes. Neatly trimmed facial hair with a prominent waxed moustache.
Sun kissed Skin covered by layers of loose colourful flowing clothing, straps, pockets belts and bags.

Personality:
Cheerful, curious and overly optimistic to a fault. Likes to talk. Likes to drink. Likes to gamble. Has a bad habit of taking things that don't belong to him.

Background:
An only child born against all odds.
Raised in a world of giants by his mother, a religious halfling.
She had ideas for a more simple life of poverty and prayers. It didn't help her when she got sick.
Medicine and magic cost money, so he learnt ways to get it. And he learnt that he enjoyed doing so.
Awed by the power of the mages magic he selfishly stole his secrets. The mage retaliated and in the confrontation his mother died. Neither had wanted that to happen and in that still moment of realisation, Lucky's mind processed it faster and he took advantage of the opportunity and slew the mage.

He has since been on the run, not from the law but from himself, disguising it under the desire for new adventures and more wealth.

Talents:
Lucky by name and nature: A miracle birth he is blessed by the gods and fortune shines upon him, at least that's what his parents told him and that belief has stuck and proven true on more than one occasion.

Iron will: It's a fine line between bravery and foolishness, he is perhaps both. His luck and confidence lend to his indomitable will that lets him take risks, not back down and bull head his way through casting magic.

Born thief: His people are naturally good at it the craft and amongst them he is a prodigy. Latent talent honed by necessity and his environment. Were he not greedy, he could probably make a comfortable living. Although if he was not greedy he probably would of never became so good.

Flaws:
He is greedy, drinks too much, lies constantly, is too brave for his own good and doesn't know when to quit.
Not great at combat. Hiding from his past.

Equipment:
Hand crossbow and two daggers
Hooded lantern
Dark leathers
Backpack of basic traveling gear
Thieves tools.
Potion belt, component pouch & pockets full of magical trinkets and ingredients.
Two magical tomes.

Miscellaneous
Chester: Pet squirrel.

I will tidy it up a bit later but you get the gist.

a Tale of High Adventure!

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That depends. I want to keep this game in line with the theme - medieval sword and sorcery - and I always get the feeling that artificers are more magepunk/steampunk oriented. What did you have in mind?

@Red Wizard

Completely understand, that's why I wanted to check first.
Seems the tanks and heavy hitter characters are covered so I was thinking a blend of stealth and magic.

His magic coming from gadgetry was just the first idea but maybe it could be heavy component based, almost like small rituals that he has learnt from a stolen book.

I envision him rummaging through his pack frantically looking for the right ingredient while reciting words in a lost language, drawing them out to buy time while simultaneously balancing a lit candle.

Like his life it's chaotic and risky.

a Tale of High Adventure!

@Red Wizard

Thoughts on an artificer?

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The barmaid didn't even blink at the commotion, just casually picking up the briefcase like it was nothing and smirking at Julian.

"Would serve you right if you did catch something." She said before heading back towards the bar.
"Alright, one mystery meat coming up." She called out loudly, stashing the briefcase in a low cupboard and then heading through the back door into the kitchen.