Jarl Coolgruuf

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Clive's BigBrain™ Thoughts

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

A cowboy, a wizard, a pill popping alchemist, and a frenchman walk into a bar...

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

What happened to cannon fodder 1?

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

the squad according to Val:
I adore her btw

Hider

7th Heaven - A Tavern Roleplay

Art by Max Gibson

Y'velda | F | 58 | Barbarian turned Bartender

"Welcome to Seventh Heaven! What can I get you, honey?"

Personality:
Arms like a bear and more scars than a whole platoon of veteran warriors put together belie Y'velda's kindhearted nature. She's boisterous and a bit loud, but affectionate once you get to know her, a real sweetheart. Don't worry, the tusks are just for show even if she's quite proud of their size. She delights in entertaining her customers with stories of the many strange and fantastical people who've passed through. Everyone who enters the tavern is in her care whether they know it or not and won't leave hungry or thirsty if she has anything to say about it. Mom died as part of your tragic backstory? That's alright because she's your mom now. Be it advice or just an ear to hear your woes, Y'velda is there for you.

History:
Once a member of a renowned adventuring party and orcish barbarian of incredible strength and constitution, she rose to great heights only to come crashing down when a furious black dragon attempted to devour her as revenge for the javelin she put through its shoulder. That incident ended up costing her most of her left leg and forced her to wear a brace on the other where the dragon's teeth shredded her knee. There was a time when Y'velda was lost, feeling she had no purpose now that she couldn't fight. This changed when a friend helped her get a job at the tavern. She started as a barmaid and eventually took over as the bartender when the previous one retired. That was many years ago and Y'velda has worked the bar ever since.

Skills and Weaknesses:
She may be missing an eye and half a leg, have a bad knee, be a bit deaf in one ear, occasionally forgetful, and... where was this going again? Right! She's still lively and spry and knows how to swing a great ax better than most folks know how to tie their shoes and can pour a perfect pint with just the right amount of foam every time.

7th Heaven - A Tavern Roleplay

Let's get to it! :)

Urban Shadows - an urban fantasy, creature of the night RPG

interested

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

@Penny Oh, of course! Why didn't I think of that? Just give me a minute here to consult the tea leaves

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Clive awoke to the incessant chirping of songbirds in the trees outside his tent and the faint light of dawn struggling to reach him through the rain cover. He set aside the bayonet in his hand and stretched with a groan, cracking his neck with almost gratuitous volume as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He fished a beefy revolver from his waistband and paused for a 20 count to take in the sounds and smells around him. It was surprising how many monsters could be smelled before they were seen, or maybe not given how many of them eat human flesh or corpses. Clive still wasn’t satisfied yet, not by a long shot. He holstered the revolver and retrieved a compact shotgun from under the blanket as he poked his head out of the tent with all the caution of a lone deer living in a town of wolves. When he wasn’t immediately set upon by ravenous horrors of the night, he slowly exited his shelter. It wasn’t until he walked the perimeter of his campsite and checked the entire site for tracks twice over that he finally relaxed and set his main weapon aside.

He broke camp with almost robotic efficiency and packed everything into a rugged, mud-splattered Jeep. From the floodlights and suspension lift, to the snorkeled exhaust and winch bumper, this beast could get places most people would never see. That being said, the chipped paint and visible rust hinted at the vehicle's true age despite the upgrades. Clive caught a whiff of his own pungent scent as he packed and frowned when he smelled his armpit. To think he’d been hesitant to pay a whole $30 for that camper’s shower he now was immensely grateful to own.

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The drive back to town was uneventful as the previous night. Hopefully this quiet Wisconsin town would have many more uneventful nights now that the source of those mysterious disappearances over the years had been dismembered, its frozen heart melted in a roaring fire, the body salted, the remains cremated, and the ashes scattered to the wind. Clive always hated wendigo hunts. Inconsiderate bastards can’t even pick somewhere nice to eat wayward hikers. They never fail to pick the absolute coldest damned places to live and require so much clean up afterward. Of course this particular incident happened in a much warmer part of the year than usual and that fact stewed in his mind the entire drive.

He soon pulled into the parking lot of the local library and headed inside, eager to check his email and see if his new... employer? Yes, his new employer, had his first assignment. He couldn’t help his excitement at the idea of working with a proper team for the first time. Who knows what they might be able to teach him? His hopes soared when he checked his single unread message. He hastily typed out a reply and all but ran to his car.

Hider

From: [e-mail]
To: [e-mail]; [e-mail]; [e-mail]; |untranslatable rune|
Subject: Pending Assignment - Possible Travel [Urgent]

On my way. Will be there in an hour or 2. There was an incident in Wisconsin.

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True to his word, Clive pulled up to the nondescript building in just under two hours. He retrieved a pair of duffel bags from the trunk and stepped up to the front door, the skeleton key Eleanor had given him in hand. As he’d been instructed, he tapped his key against the door three times and it swung wide. Seeing a wooden turn its own handle and open by itself made him slightly uneasy despite himself. Though he was a monster hunter, he was no mage and shied away from the use of magic as much as possible. The art of seals and scrolls always gave him the heebie jeebies.

Clive stopped by his room, which was little more of a glorified armory with a blowup mattress truth be told, and set his bags down by the reloading bench. He picked up a notepad beside the bench and scribbled out a note for himself to replace the salt he’d used on his little hunting trip. Moving to a rather large and detailed map of the continental United States on the opposite wall, he replaced a red pin in southern Wisconsin with a green pin and frowned. The idea of a wendigo possession that late into spring and so close to a population center didn’t bode well. Hopefully it wouldn’t be a repeat of the summer of ‘09.

Summary

Clive wraps up a violent field trip and makes his way to the office.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

@Penny Whoops, I saw "UCLA" and "taught part time" and assumed we were in LA