Vertigo

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Garnet would definitely be a goblin troll online, starting arguments for the fun of it. She’d have memes for days too but no one else would get them, while she’d laugh herself silly.

Definitely on Reddit.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Sure thing, I can DM you two some more info at some point today before I board the plane.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Would something like this fly? Bear with me, trying something new out here with the genre and the use of IRL face claims/pics and all!

just a dude and his dog

B O R G E R S E N
B O R G E R S E N

"Sometimes, your closest family's got four legs."

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The Borgersen family hasn't been in town for long, and the reputation they've built isn't entirely positive so far. Not quite used to the culture of greeting and talking to your neighbours, the silent, reclusive Artair and his potential shewolf can come across as cold, distant and even suspicious to some of the members of the community — especially when patrolling the streets in the early hours of the morning or late at night, wordless and armed. As for where the Borgersens came from and what Alistair does for a living, there are only guesses and rumours circulating about, some less complimentary than the others. He can be seen outside on his porch at odd hours of the day though, and he never seems to leave his house long enough to go to a workplace; rather, whenever he leaves, it's most often with a thermos, a backbag and the dog in tow.

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B O R G E R S E N, A R T A I R || P A T R I A R C H B O R G E R S E N, A R T A I R || P A T R I A R C H _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A loner at heart, Artair prefers the company of his dog to most people, and isn't very often seen interacting with others in the neighborhood. That doesn't mean, however, that he dislikes people. On the contrary, it's just that he's perfectly content watching the people around him live their lives happily, separate from his own. He feels he doesn't really know how to interact with them in a way would contribute to their lives, anyway. Instead, he prefers to show that he cares through actions. That is, he and Taiga patrol around the neighbourhood quite often, keeping an eye out for zombies and opportunistic outsiders alike. Ever vigilant, yet ever quite-suspicious-looking to the local folk. If it weren't for the copious amount of smoking he does and the nightmares that sometimes keep him from getting any proper shut eye, his lifestyle could be described as pretty healthy. After all, regardless of how little he slept, he can be found on a jog with Taiga every single morning before the sun rises, without exception. ▅

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P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

Just a heads up that I'll be away for a week and a half or so soon. Feel free to skip my turn during that time and assume Ele follows the rest back to their teacher and such.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Will get a post up for this in the next few days, then I'll be gone for around a week and a half!

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

For copyright reasons, I must insist any similarities to existing franchises are purely coincidental.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

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_{Manyroads' Maps, Tradegate, the Outlands
@Lurking Krog, @XxFellsingxX, @Abstract Proxy, @Guardian Angel Haruki}

Garnet's declaration didn't quite net her the oohs and aahs she'd hoped for, but it did catch the big guy's attention, at least. The goliath turned around, spotted her newly acquired compass, and asked about its origin.

Garnet cracked a grin.

She held up the item in question for him — and the rest — to see, proud as if she were a mandrill holding up a newborn lion cub. ...Which was a weird simile, but did invoke a pretty vivid scene.

Anyway.

"O'er there," the goblin answered matter-of-factly. She proceeded to point at the exact spot on the floor with her free hand, nudging her disproportionately large head in the same direction for good measure. "Was jus' lyin' 'round so I took it."

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

I love Runa.

What, if any, would Fellwing know about trolls in general?

Magic in the Park - Modern Fantasy/Hidden World Anime

Will keep an eye on this

SPIRITUM

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Completely unaware as to why Collette was backing away from her and her wild gesticulating, Silje followed without a second thought. She took a step forward for every step the princess took back, like they were part of some strange dance choreography. Maybe they were! Silje liked the thought.

She did not like Gerard and Justice's answers when it came to keeping the princess. "But missions change!" she insisted, hands in the air. "Ours did! Like a bazillion times today alone! We were supposed to be on a road trip, then we had to make friends in a corner store, and then avoid raining robots, and blow up sharks, and—"

They weren't even listening—!

Not that Silje was, either. She was expertly tuning out the rest of the conversation as she pondered on what to do. They weren't handing the princess off right this second, so there was still plenty of time to come up with a plan to keep her. But... for that, she would probably need an accomplice. She might be able to convince Gerard, because Gerard could be convinced to do anything that seemed fun(ny), but then Justice would just look at him all meanly and convince him right back, so that was a no-go. Kali was super important to her, but not ideal for a mission that required stealth and subterfuge and specifically not killing anything.

Speaking of people important to her, though, there was—

With a slowly forming grin, Silje turned to her childhood friend, who's attention was on Gerard. Silje inched closer, tugging at her sleeve and leaning closer the way she had back at the monastery, whenever she'd had a good intrusive thought idea to share.

"Heyyyy, Valfriend," she whispered, employing a term reserved only for the direst of times. Surely she'd know Silje meant business just from hearing it. "I think you're right, we should adapt and improvise. And... if I was going to do something very adapted and improvised at some point when we run into... um, problems, you should definitely help me."