Vertigo

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

Potentially interested, if there's still room!

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

I had a few ideas for someone who's family is tied with the enemy organization - so they were either born into it too, or at the very least their family benefited from their business. Either way, nowadays they've left it behind.

It might be fun if they thought of the organization as almost like family for a time, could lead to some fun emotional conflict later on. Maybe the reason they wanna go on the journey is to find themselves/get away from the past/make amends by helping Pokémon or something.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

Tentative interest, gonna see if I can conjure up a character for this.

(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Caw's Turn | Init: 19

HP 09/09 | Status: None

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Caw had never stabbed anyone before - not the way he stabbed the kobold, anyhow. He'd stabbed those that wished him harm. He'd stabbed to dissuade, or to get away. To hurt, sometimes, though he could not claim it had happened often. Mostly he'd stabbed to survive.

Never before had he stabbed to kill. His arrows had taken lives in the battles he'd partook in today, but that had been different too. He'd taken lives from afar, and he'd never had to see the blood from up close. He'd protected his friends. He'd had no choice.

The limp body of the kobold felt thrice as heavy as it should have when Caw dragged it away from view. He could only imagine two-thirds were the weight of guilt.

Caw set the kobold down in the shadows, then took his place next to it. For a moment, he stood solemnly in silence, head hanging low.

"Live," he whispered in Vaal's drawling tone. He did not know what it meant, but he had found the word beautiful when he'd first heard it. It was the only sendoff Caw could hope to offer. With it done, the kenku bent down to close the kobold's eyes. But it made no matter. He could still see its stare.

Caw backed away. Silently, as if the kobold was just sleeping and he was trying not to wake it up.

A bright, pink streak shot across the sky once more, drawing Caw's attention. He turned to follow its trail, but it disappeared from view before his eyes could adjust. He didn't see where it hit - but the could hear it strike true somewhere unseen.

Then he noticed the halfling. They were huddling behind another barrel a little further ahead. Caw clasped a hand to his beak to quell a gasp, then dug further behind the barrel. Had the halfling seen him? He could only hope not. If they had...

Caw's gaze trailed back to where the kobold's body lay motionless. Its head was turned the other way - but he could still see its stare.

Turn Summary

Caw moves behind the next barrel with a 15 stealth.

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

Not much changed when the lights flickered on. The hallway remained featureless, and the floor was thick cement as far as the eye could see. No bells and whistles, no clues and, most frustratingly of all, still no windows.

Pebs walked up to him with a map in tow. She was turning it around as if trying to align it. Duncan figured it was best to let her have at it, and settled to peeking over her shoulder to see her progress. Once she found a proper angle, she pointed at the hallway in the middle, seeming nervous even as she prepared to lead them forward.

"Let's go!" Duncan echoed confidently as if to encourage her. For a fleeting moment he intended to slap her on the back for good measure - but upon realizing how large his hand was in comparison with her back, he promptly went for some sort of an awkward pat instead. Probably less encouraging. Definitely less harmful.

Clearing his throat in apology, he settled to walking behind her for the rest of the maze.

Duncan didn't keep track of how long they spent in the maze, but it sure felt like too long. Somewhere during the trek, he'd finally given in and went for a smoke, unable to handle the shakes any longer. He was walking a good few steps behind Pebs to try and save her from the smoke, when he saw her stop.

"Huh?" lost in thought, he walked up, "What, a dead-end? You gotta be shittin' me!"

He grabbed the wires on the window and gave them a futile rattle - only to notice what lay behind them. An... obstacle course, ending in a ramp and a button. A button that begged to be pushed. Literally.

"My gut's saying that's either our way forward, or a self-destruct button," he sounded carefree about it, but he could feel his stomach turn at the thought. "Don't see much choice but to take our chances, though."

Duncan sighed. "I guess we ain't fitting through that gap anytime soon, so..." he stuck what remained of the cigarette between his teeth and fished out his beloved toy truck. "This should dho ith," he mumbled from behind closed teeth. With a light push, he got the car into the room - then took up the controller. Thank god he'd went for that smoke. His hands were shaking as he controlled the truck as things were - with withdrawal, this would've been impossible.

@Typical, @Alamantus

rolls

Duncan rolled 6 for utility and 3 for mechanic!

False Motives [OPEN]

I think I gotta drop out in the end, sorry. Won't have as much time for new things as I thought!

(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Caw's Turn | Init: 19

HP 09/09 | Status: None

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Caw was so focused on staying hidden that he didn't even realize the group behind him had split. And, after streaks of pink burst forth from the fortress at the kobolds, his attention was entirely stolen by the source of the attacks; a figure high up on the wall, their details obstructed by distance. A mage?

Whatever they were, they seemed to be on his side. Caw welcomed it warmly. He had met far too many enemies today.

He turned back to ask if the others had seen, only to find the alley behind him dark and empty. His heart sank, and fear threatened to buckle his knees. Scared to be on his own - and eager to share what he'd seen besides - Caw was about to turn and reunite with the others. Before he could do so however, he realized how close one of the kobolds was. Separated only by a short stretch of the alley and a few crates, he feared it might wander after him should he move. Worse yet, should it find him, it might find the others too. His friends and the children and all.

He had to make sure it would not follow him. He had to... had to take it down, maybe. But if he were to fire an arrow and strike it down now, he'd be spotted for certain. Worse yet if he missed. He had to make the kobold come to him, but in a way that wasn't dangerous.

Caw pondered for a moment. It wasn't his forte; the curse of his kin tore apart each and every plan before he could even form them.

All new ones, anyhow. He remembered something he'd seen done, back when he'd lived with his flock. A way to lure targets to them - by using voices that might entice them. The voices of family, friends, loved ones. For a man, the voice of his wife; for a mother, that of her daughter. For a kobold... the voice of his kin. But he did not speak their language, and though he could repeat what he'd heard from their conversation earlier, he knew not what anything meant.

Taking a chance, he let out a simple yapping sound he'd heard among them earlier; short, curt, like a shout to catch someone's attention - or so he hoped.

With it done, Caw withdrew into the shadow of the crate next to him, unable to see whether the Kobold had heard or cared. All he could do now was draw his rapier and wait, breath bated and heart wild with worry.

Turn Summary

Caw uses mimicry as a free action, then holds his action to attack the kobold should it approach.

False Motives [OPEN]

Still interested as well, hoping to find some writing time later this week.

|- The Food Kingdoms: Episode One: The Masquerade -|

Sorry for the wait, will get my character(s) up later this week! Also could I get a new Discord link? Looks like the old one's expired.

Pokemon Chrome: The International League

Gotcha! Will edit today after work.

The discord link's expired/otherwise invalid, sadly.