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1 day ago
Current I'm about to be banished for the good of the realm again. Where is the trust in this world, I ask you?
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7 mos ago
I'm sorry, you've reached his personal secretary, Department of Shrubbery, Floor 64, Desk 1024. How can we help you today?
8 mos ago
Or buy a van or a used rental truck. Something nobody would look twice at. You can put in a rack for the rope, duct tape, plastic sheeting, shovels....
8 mos ago
Never trust a car salesman - especially a used car salesman. Have a buddy park across the street and see how many stuffed body bags you can shove in there. Gotta have room for plastic sheeting, etc.
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9 mos ago
Neil Gaiman wrote in his Good Omens bio that he likes it when fans send him $50. (He read Terry Pratchett's bio and figured it wouldn't hurt.)

Bio

I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.

Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.

Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"

Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.

Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.

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Pity. I thought up a medicine man who's a divvy, paired up with a gnome (if allowed). He can do some doctoring, some dentistry, make up pills using the ingredients in his medicine cabinet, and prepare special magical ammo. A jack of all trades, although he likes to avoid manual labor. uses drowsing rods to find water, can sense the presence of antiques, or a glimpse of the history of an object by touch. Wears a lot of gloves. has spent some time locked up, seems his wagon helps him to keep moving to avoid the law.

The gnome's a pint-size thief, second-story work, picking pockets or locks, or shilling his patent medicine. She's a scavenger of the desert who knows how to survive. This includes corpses - since they're not gnomes, technically it's not cannibalism. Leathery undead gunslingers may be gnawed on.
@Red Wizard
Under Background, you asked for details about family - parents, siblings, spouses, children - so I'm generating that. Her history is next, although the suggestion is she may be a bit more travelled than the usual dwarf. I hadn't planned on any half-dwarves or adopted brothers of other races. I imagine they would bump their heads a lot, if they existed. Like Gandalf in a hobbit hole.

Forgot about the ancestor worship, I can work with that.

Oh, and Happy Birthday.
@Red Wizard

A was raised by her mother, a wealthy wine merchant who supplies both the common wines for the taverns as well as the more expensive wines for the nobles and wealthy families. Her mother is also said to be very religious. (some suggestions of the type of dwarven gods in this world would be helpful)

There's still scandalized talk of that trip, about how Mother dragged her husband out with her, how he died on that trip, how she came back with A, a young infant, and pregnant. And her mother still goes out on trips - but what people talk about is how she flirts shamelessly with males; some of them aren't even dwarves!

And there's whispers that a ghost haunts her, appearing every few months to do battle all night long with her. It would explain the weapons mounted on the wall in every room. Some suggest the ghost is her husband, A's father.

When A was born, a goose laid a golden egg - and she still has that egg. A's also said to be lucky, and has two younger brothers.

Still working on details of A's life. How do you like what I've got so far?
Jack Mallory, X.O.


Jack sighs, resting his face in his hand. Wodan, for all its intelligence, didn't get it. And if a machine sentience couldn't work it out, there was little chance the other crew members or the passengers would.

"No," he said quietly, "We shouldn't depend on our human experiences alone in this."

He glanced up at the screens, noticing a commotion. "What's going on over there? Someone have an accident?"

Or perhaps this was the local custom of standing around the bushes?

Priorities:
1. secure the ship
2. restart the generators.
3. restart the engines.
4. move to a location higher up where the oxygen was at 21% and safer for the crew.
5. work on expanding their food supply.

That would be hardest. They'd need to find a patch of ground and sterilize it, then mix the sterilized soil with samples from their stores and makeshift gardens so they could start growing crops to feed all the extra mouths. Maybe, if there was left overs, they might start producing booze the locals would enjoy - a revenue stream that wouldn't be quite as dangerous as explaining how their weapons worked.
Well, that leaves plenty of time for hobbies, like learning how to play the bagpipes, tucked away in some isolated crag, waiting your turn.
@Red Wizard Ok, when do they typically start having children? Or adventuring?
Sorry for the delay, I'm trying for less than a tragic background story for my character.

By the way, how long do dwarves typically live in this roleplay? When they're not facing dragons, orcs, trolls, goblins, and wizards who like smoking the dried leaves of weeds found in the swampy end of fields?
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