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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 12:49 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 12:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 4:55 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 7:08 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 9:42 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 5:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 9:13 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 12:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 7:44 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 7:53 am
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:13 pm
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Day 1
The night is cold and rain pelts the ground, but the guests of the Red Dragon Inn pay the weather no heed, for tonight is a night of merriment. A hornpipe plays somewhere deep within its chaotic rooms; elves, half-orcs, and humans banter, barter, joke, and fight at its tables. It's a circus- but one table is not laughing. One table is full of adventurers listening with rapt ear to a sobbing elf. His name is Flagón Green-leaf, and he needs your help to save his village. Or something- he's slurring pretty badly. Being the kindhearted adventurer you are, you decide to help him. But first, what kind of adventurer are you?
What is your class? A. Rogue B. Wizard C. Barbarian D. Bard
In addition to choosing your class, you must describe them a bit. Are you a boy or a girl or something else? What species are you? What are you wearing? Stuff like that. Failure to describe will invoke +3 drunk points and you do not want that this early in the game!
(Reminder: you have 24 hours from the time of this post to reply! We will post the next prompt in 24+ hours or as soon as everyone has responded.)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:36 pm
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(CHOICE B)"My class is a wizard... Of course. Because who doesn't want to be a wizard..?" She coughs, tugging her hat down a little further on her blond head. "I'm a female Dust Specter, going by the name of... Um... Brulee..." Her brows furrow at her own inability to be super creative, but she continues, nonetheless. "Being a Dust Specter, I'm only a foot tall, appearing to be some sort of humanoid form made out of gold dust. No clothes adorn me, since I have no discernible features... And anyway, I'm just looking for someone to free my soul, so I don't feel the need to bother with many things from the physical realm anymore."
Brulee hovers slightly beside the drunk elf's shoulder, wondering really if this drunken man could be her ticket out of this ethereal plane and into her final peace. The Dust Specter sighs, not entirely sure what to make of his request (or what she could hear of it), and finally speaks up, her voice ringing mildly with the magic it took to make herself heard. "... Alright. You wanna repeat yourself, there..? So we really know what we're getting into..?"
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