Played the Tri-Series of G.U.
I will be interested in joining. Maybe playing as a Blade Brandier.
I will be interested in joining. Maybe playing as a Blade Brandier.
VKAllen
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STATUS: You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn. 2 yrs ago
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You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn.
7 yrs ago
@Cyndyr, ho ho! Jk, I don't have the power to track that down.
7 yrs ago
Whatever credit is left is flushed down the toilet for them. #CNNBlackmail
7 yrs ago
Critically failing perception checks is in muh blood.
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7 yrs ago
I swear, I think Optus had some dickhead accidentally hit the restart button on their systems.
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Bio
Thank you for visiting my biography.
I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.
I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.
I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.
I hope to see you in another life.
I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.
I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.
I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.
I hope to see you in another life.
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CROW EATER
The mood of the crowd was silent. Drips of the rain water tapping erratically over the establishment filling in the silence as a high elf and three humans offered their aid... One way or another. The dimly lit room made it difficult for him to fully perceive their appearances but the dragonborn's thoughts were affirmed. This was clearly a job worthy for undertaking. He brought his girth about the conversation and shrugged the water droplets off of his wet studded tunic before rearing the hood that covered his complexion.
"Ye'll find me as a sort of spy. Not the kind to serve tyrants, though." His tone seemed down to earth and lazy with a subtle nasal texture on some vowels. He stood with a relaxed posture, with his hand resting rather closely to his waist, almost as though he is reaching for the shortsword stowed away by his side. "You wouldn't be offerin' these mates some kind of job earlier would you? I'd kindly provide my services. Just fill me in the details." (Sleight of hand attempt to steal something in his pocket: 26)
(If successful, he will reveal the item from the warrior's pouch and return it to him.)
The mood of the crowd was silent. Drips of the rain water tapping erratically over the establishment filling in the silence as a high elf and three humans offered their aid... One way or another. The dimly lit room made it difficult for him to fully perceive their appearances but the dragonborn's thoughts were affirmed. This was clearly a job worthy for undertaking. He brought his girth about the conversation and shrugged the water droplets off of his wet studded tunic before rearing the hood that covered his complexion.
"Ye'll find me as a sort of spy. Not the kind to serve tyrants, though." His tone seemed down to earth and lazy with a subtle nasal texture on some vowels. He stood with a relaxed posture, with his hand resting rather closely to his waist, almost as though he is reaching for the shortsword stowed away by his side. "You wouldn't be offerin' these mates some kind of job earlier would you? I'd kindly provide my services. Just fill me in the details." (Sleight of hand attempt to steal something in his pocket: 26)
(If successful, he will reveal the item from the warrior's pouch and return it to him.)
Apparently, Crow Eater rolled a nat 20 for stealth.
Oxguard. The finger of a clawed Red Dragonborn descends upon the surface of a worn-out piece of paper roughly sketched with a piece of charcoal as he exhaled a steamy breath of air. Other eyes peered, curious upon what was written on his rough sketch as he rolled up the paper and hid it into his coat. The caravan had been moving steadily and it was time to stop. The dragonborn knocked the wooden surface of his seat, loud enough that the coachman would hold the reins of his horse and make a stop. "End of the line, Crow Eater?" One of them asked. A smirk emerged his scaly face.
"Just another job. I can smell it. Even in the rain." He gathered the rest of his belongings before paying his due to the coach, a total of five pure gold pieces which jiggled happily inside the coachman's pouch. "Safe travels. Bah'mut's protection aid you in your Journey." The dragonborn turned and proceeded to make his way to the entrance of Oxguard. The rain rendered the village completely barren of life. Doors were closed and no visible light could be seen protruding from the windows of the residential area. The only light to welcome him was the sight of what seems to be the village's one and only tavern or inn.
The perfect place where jobs would be ripe.
The trickle of water was cold to the touch. His hood was no longer providing the dry cover that he needed to remain comfortable and paced himself quickly to the entrance of the tavern with a loud slam of the door. The audience were already captivated in his direction. "What did I do?" The dragonborn exclaimed. "I just arrived here!" He snarled, perhaps failing to have noticed the warrior after him and the goliath.
"Just another job. I can smell it. Even in the rain." He gathered the rest of his belongings before paying his due to the coach, a total of five pure gold pieces which jiggled happily inside the coachman's pouch. "Safe travels. Bah'mut's protection aid you in your Journey." The dragonborn turned and proceeded to make his way to the entrance of Oxguard. The rain rendered the village completely barren of life. Doors were closed and no visible light could be seen protruding from the windows of the residential area. The only light to welcome him was the sight of what seems to be the village's one and only tavern or inn.
The perfect place where jobs would be ripe.
The trickle of water was cold to the touch. His hood was no longer providing the dry cover that he needed to remain comfortable and paced himself quickly to the entrance of the tavern with a loud slam of the door. The audience were already captivated in his direction. "What did I do?" The dragonborn exclaimed. "I just arrived here!" He snarled, perhaps failing to have noticed the warrior after him and the goliath.
@rush99999
One man, clad in worn heavy plate male armor waded through the mud to the tavern, ignoring the nasty look the bar keep gave him for tracking in the mud.
Dis guy
One man, clad in worn heavy plate male armor waded through the mud to the tavern, ignoring the nasty look the bar keep gave him for tracking in the mud.
Dis guy
Can I just say how hilarious that character sounds in the beginning to a stranger? Lol. "Why are you here?" "Some dude showed up amd complained about some mayor and his tyranny and here we are."
@rush99999 Should be fixed now.
Added extra details to Crow Eater and also replaced Myth Weaver's Link to Dice Cloud.
So for story no posting order and for combat there will be a posting order based on initiative. You will have 48 hours to post combat before I will decide that you are either skipped or I may treat it as a critical fail and you end up falling down or something.
Anyone who is opposed or has questions/ideas feel free to speak up.
I think its better that you consider their action to be held as opposed to outright saying that they have critically failed their turn. That would implicate serious consequences that may lead to a TPK.
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