@Not Fishing
I like your character. Approved!
However, if you wish to create a different character, have at it!
I like your character. Approved!
However, if you wish to create a different character, have at it!
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My badass cat literally just pimp slapped a red wasp out of the air and quickly ate it up in two crunchy bites. He didn’t even flinch or blink.
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Two fish are in a tank, one turns to the other and asks “How do you drive this thing?”
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”It is no nation we inhabit, but a language.”
-Emil Cioran
I have an actual skull atop my personal bookcase.
The Fine Arts, Philosophy, Linguistics, Poetry, Architecture, History, Cultures, all of these are passions of mine to study.
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I assume our existent characters from the last iteration can just be automatically ported over into the Char thread?? Lol
Yes. At least for those of you who were in the original.
Everyone else needs to post their characters here first for approval.
Interested! Are there any roles in particular that need filling?
We could use a ranger/assassin type or another mage. Perhaps another heavy?...
It’s up to you though.
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(Canon lore.)
CHAPTER ONE; NEWCOMERS
It was a dark, gloomy night in the city of Draydon. A heavy fog from the coast had rolled in like a ghostly wisp and shrouded the city in muggy darkness. Few walked the streets at night, aside from thieves, guardsmen, and fools. Dark shadows cloaked the alleys and haunted the minds of those who would venture out into the blackness of sundown. The Ruby City of Draydon was a place of charm and excess hospitality. Not after sundown at least.
The Foamy Crown was the prime tavern and inn of the Commons District. Despite the stale beer, staggering whiskey, and filthy rooms, The Crown maintained a regular patronage and business was always well. The owner, a curmudgeonly Dwarf named Barric, was hospital enough if not rough along the edges.
The Crown did have a rougher element than the coaching houses of the Emerald District, but well paid bouncers kept the peace in the tavern. Be it a drunken fistfight or a knifing, no disorderly conduct was tolerated by Barric.
Tonight was a particularly moderate night. While not ourtight empty, there were fewer customers than usual, though this did not bother Barric. Even with good business, any and all establishments would have slow nights. Tonight in particular there were less than a dozen patrons in the tavern, and fewer still had rented a room. The current populace of the tavern were of a diverse lot, and while not particularly suspicious, Barric had his eyes on several of them as the bar wenches serviced away.
AROUND THE TAVERN...
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