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Have you traded the ax for the dice yet?
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*imagines Othiosiya accidentally being called a halfling*
I sentence you to life by not-hanging!
Jackal would need some really bad dementia for that...
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Damnit!
Damnit!
Sorry Fetzen, the thief was talking to Jollan's character. I've been screwing up everyone's races in this RP for some reason. I hadn't had a chance to fix it
The only character I hadn't screwed up, I think, was Lin... whom I've been referring to as a Half-n-Half. Though I swear to god at some point I might end up just making her even shorter by calling her a halfling.
The only character I hadn't screwed up, I think, was Lin... whom I've been referring to as a Half-n-Half. Though I swear to god at some point I might end up just making her even shorter by calling her a halfling.
I'll post tomorrow. If not feel free to hang me.
I'll get the noose ready for you.
@JollanMy races are all over the place in this RP....
But the story part is fine :P. His main goal is to tease him. And start the chummy process early.
He may be a thief. And he may be a rogue. But he's not the Stereotypical anti-social D&D rogue that a lot of players make.
But the story part is fine :P. His main goal is to tease him. And start the chummy process early.
He may be a thief. And he may be a rogue. But he's not the Stereotypical anti-social D&D rogue that a lot of players make.
What Jackal is doing to Allard right now is this...
A fruitless thing to do. Oh did that response cause Jackal to jerk his head into a cant of disbelief. His jaw was slackened as he ran his tongue along his teeth. He didn’t show any signs of anger. Just deblief of this utter ridiculous thing to say. In fact, his response was rather swift, and held a hint that only gilded the of the passion behind it,“Do you whip your ass after every visit to the thinkin throne if it’s just gonna get dirty again?”
Seriously, it would be unthinkable to let a perfectly good blade fall victim to improper care! If you’re gonna trust your life in three feet of steel, you better make sure it’s always in good shape! A good ally of his died for that mistake. Poor man blocked on the flat-right on top of the rust and had his neck ripped open for it.
Sadly, any scolding over the incredulity would need to take a rain check. Some useful information was being spilled and it would definitely benefit everyone if he were to cut the banter for a moment. Though when Lis turned to Jackal, she’d find that he was taking in the information to heart. His eyes seemed to be a bit inquisitive as he ran a few thoughts over in his head. That smile of his faded away as he lost himself in his thoughts. He didn’t even seem to notice her eyes on him until he blinked. Even then they seemed out of focus for a few moments before snapping back to reality.
He did blink when he found her eyes on him. His smile quickly returned. “Well, I suppose that’s fine…” The thief hummed softly. His hand flicked up, and a series of coins appeared from nearly thin air. The way they clinked together sounded like a buzzer as they snaked their way across his knuckles in a tight line. Once it reached the full width of his hand, he opened his fingers to reveal four coins. One between each gap. “…I’ve always been more familiar with Pluck than of Luck. I’ve found no god nor goddess in their heyday to spare a pitcher of piss for dying weeds.” A twist of the hand and there was only one coin held between his index finger and thumb. He flicked it’s edge with the other and it practically disappeared.
“Though, though, I’m curious… what of their bones? They were once human. It’d be helpful to know if their bones break, tendons can be cut, their heads are rattle, or cheap shots sting just as easily as a human’s. That much information could be the difference in what bails someone out in a pinch.”
As the group continued their errands, Jackals eyes slowly turned to watch the little spectacle caused by Allard. A grin slowly crept on the thief’s lips as he stopped and spun on his heels to continue watching the little show. If it wasn’t the scene that was humors it definitely was the way Allard was behaving. When he sped off, he spun around to catch up to him.
“She seemed nice,” The thief hummed to Allard when he caught up to him at the temple’s doorstep. A rot eating grin on his mug. “Quite quite curious though. I’m curious how well you performed so well that an escort would be willing to give you a discount on the next visit.”
Though… that little jab was just hiding the massive amount of discomfort he had with the idea of going into the home of a god, though a few fidgets of the foot was enough to give it away to a watchful eye. Perhaps if he lived a different life, he wouldn’t care. But he had knowingly and ruthlessly committed many heinous acts indiscriminately with no remorse. He’d practically be a demon’s honored house guest if there weren’t some acts that he absolutely refused to commit. An irrational fear of spontaneous combustion the moment he set foot through those doors wouldn’t seem that irrational to Jackal.
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Seriously, it would be unthinkable to let a perfectly good blade fall victim to improper care! If you’re gonna trust your life in three feet of steel, you better make sure it’s always in good shape! A good ally of his died for that mistake. Poor man blocked on the flat-right on top of the rust and had his neck ripped open for it.
Sadly, any scolding over the incredulity would need to take a rain check. Some useful information was being spilled and it would definitely benefit everyone if he were to cut the banter for a moment. Though when Lis turned to Jackal, she’d find that he was taking in the information to heart. His eyes seemed to be a bit inquisitive as he ran a few thoughts over in his head. That smile of his faded away as he lost himself in his thoughts. He didn’t even seem to notice her eyes on him until he blinked. Even then they seemed out of focus for a few moments before snapping back to reality.
He did blink when he found her eyes on him. His smile quickly returned. “Well, I suppose that’s fine…” The thief hummed softly. His hand flicked up, and a series of coins appeared from nearly thin air. The way they clinked together sounded like a buzzer as they snaked their way across his knuckles in a tight line. Once it reached the full width of his hand, he opened his fingers to reveal four coins. One between each gap. “…I’ve always been more familiar with Pluck than of Luck. I’ve found no god nor goddess in their heyday to spare a pitcher of piss for dying weeds.” A twist of the hand and there was only one coin held between his index finger and thumb. He flicked it’s edge with the other and it practically disappeared.
“Though, though, I’m curious… what of their bones? They were once human. It’d be helpful to know if their bones break, tendons can be cut, their heads are rattle, or cheap shots sting just as easily as a human’s. That much information could be the difference in what bails someone out in a pinch.”
As the group continued their errands, Jackals eyes slowly turned to watch the little spectacle caused by Allard. A grin slowly crept on the thief’s lips as he stopped and spun on his heels to continue watching the little show. If it wasn’t the scene that was humors it definitely was the way Allard was behaving. When he sped off, he spun around to catch up to him.
“She seemed nice,” The thief hummed to Allard when he caught up to him at the temple’s doorstep. A rot eating grin on his mug. “Quite quite curious though. I’m curious how well you performed so well that an escort would be willing to give you a discount on the next visit.”
Though… that little jab was just hiding the massive amount of discomfort he had with the idea of going into the home of a god, though a few fidgets of the foot was enough to give it away to a watchful eye. Perhaps if he lived a different life, he wouldn’t care. But he had knowingly and ruthlessly committed many heinous acts indiscriminately with no remorse. He’d practically be a demon’s honored house guest if there weren’t some acts that he absolutely refused to commit. An irrational fear of spontaneous combustion the moment he set foot through those doors wouldn’t seem that irrational to Jackal.
@POOHEAD189@rush99999@Jollan@MiddleEarthRoze
Will be posting tomorrow.
And I can see it now! Secret and Jackal being the best of friends. Always trying to one up each other. Secret with hiding in plain sight and elven grace, and Jackal with (literally) stealing the pants off of a pedestrian without him noticing.
And I can see it now! Secret and Jackal being the best of friends. Always trying to one up each other. Secret with hiding in plain sight and elven grace, and Jackal with (literally) stealing the pants off of a pedestrian without him noticing.
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