Pennydumb123

Warrior Cats; The Valley

I think it'd be cool if one of the leaders declared war on another clan. just a suggestion though @ViolentViolet

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4678 I rolled a 19 mothafuckaaaaah

also he has a passive perception of 13

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Boram nearly jumped out of his skin when the elf suddenly yelled, a person being stern was like a person yelling to Boram, though she had tried to tell everyone, that no fight was happening, it only made the situation look even worse for him, a shiver went down his spine, this looked like something out of a surreal nightmare to Boram, tall people everywhere, tall fish people, this looked like some kind of freak show. he found himself straining his neck to look at everyone, as if he were a child looking at a adult. "count to ten and take deep breaths" he thought to himself, trying to get himself under control. Boram was pathetic and he knew it, he looked at his feet and looked in the direction of the savage elf-lady, who was talking about finding a star and animals, he found it weird that she was looking for that, why leave the safety of your home for a star and some smelly animals?."errr-I'm a adventurer!, Boram's my name" he confessed, though not truly, he wisely decided not to include some parts, mainly how he was a former crook and was on the run. "It's really the only way to provide for my family, now that the euh-all the deers went extinct" he added, though he suddenly felt intrigued how the elf was searching for animals.

Could it be possible that the deers were never extinct?, and that there was more to the story?, if he could find out how deep this rabbit hole went, he could restore deers to deer town, then he wouldn't have to run, he could go back to the warm fire of his family's loving home. "What about the animals?, did they all disappear?." he asked, curious like a little child.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@ihinka Boram is a pussy, he sees every small action as a threat, Safira could've simply waved hello and he'd think she was trying to kill him, he's not exactly the most reliable narrator

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@The Elvenqueen I am incredibly sorry, I tend not to read most of the OOC posts and I forgot to read you'res, I made a mistake and I'm sorry I forgot to acknowledge that and respect you

Warrior Cats; The Valley

Is anyone gonna post anything?, I really hate having to remind people to do this but we're crawling at a snails pace here.

@The Elvenqueen@WelcmeToGudBrgr@Canidae

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki thats even braver than being brave in a way

I love how you all have bad ass characters, and the guy I'm playing is a scared midget dad with a crossbow.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

A middle-aged halfling named Boram wandered throughout the forest, wearing studded leather armor that was both too small and too big, he wasn't out of shape, but with his small height and big bones, he looked like a midget basketball, his eyes darting from side to side, he felt a shiver up his spine, though he knew the forest was safe, he couldn't help but fear what dangers it hides, but that was not what scared him most, he stopped wandering and stared at a rock on the ground, he had been in this forest more than once, but he never passed that rock, one step forward and he would be the furthest away from home he had ever been. far away from his loving family, he felt miserable thinking of them, his sons Edd, Eddy and Edward must miss him, he wondered what life was like at home, did he send enough money?, his wife Vanys god bless her soul mentioned that it was becoming harder and harder to buy food, ever since his hometown ran out of Deer's to hunt, he found that poverty was growing on every corner, like putrid moss it covered his town, turning it into a worthless ghost town.

Though he wanted to come home and see his family, he knew he couldn't, mercenary work was the only way he could provide for them. He hated it, it was messy and violent, not at all like hunting deer, he thought the adventuring he'd be doing would be like the songs the bards sing, where knights in shining armor saved maidens from dragons, instead he fell into the wrong crowd, ruthless thieves guild known as the Black Hands, he hated them, but he hated himself more for being with them, when he sent letters home, he lied to them about their journey, to his three sons he was trying to throw a evil overlords ring into a volcano, when in reality he participated in robberies, muggings and murder's, he felt like his hands were sticky with blood, though he never killed a innocent, he stood by as his "friends" did whatever they damn please. he couldn't stay with them, he wanted to help his family, but the horrific crimes they did was too much. he prayed that they didn't know where his family lived, he saw what they did to traitor's, he couldn't get caught by them, nor could his family. He'd rather die then let any of that happen.

He thought of his father, who was the exact opposite, he was a deer hunter like Boram, but he was actually good at it, Boram just cowered in fear until he mans up and shoots, then misses. His father lies to his coworkers about him, to his dad's coworkers, he was a brave Soldier off fighting in distant battlefields, when in reality he was a common crook committing crimes in order to put bread on the table, for his family, he'd do anything.

Boram took a deep breath, he refused to look back, he knew if he did he would never leave, then he would get caught, so he had to keep running. he took a step over the rock and kept walking, frightened in the fact that he was now far far away from the loving warmth of his wife and kids. The little halfling wobbled across the road until he came across a bird, a fierce-looking human and a savage elf, he instinctively felt the need to run and hide, after all they looked like bandits, but after a while of running everyone looks like a bandit. But he knew that he couldn't wander alone forever, one man was worthless, two men were invincible. "uh-hello!" Boram waved nervously with a fake smile, he saw that one of them had her weapon drawn and looked like she was about to kill a poor Kenku, he stepped between the two, if the scary human tried to kill the kenku, she'd have to go through him "There's no need for violence!, why don't we all just be friends!." Boram spoke through a nerve-wracked voice

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@JBRam2002@ihinka

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@JBRam2002 sweet now I can be a halfling, and be badass

@Guardian Angel Haruki can I replace the brave trait with a feat?, the character I'm playing as is a complete coward and I feel like it's weird that he has that trait.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

there's not one trait on halflings, it's seems no one cares about hobbits :C