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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:07 am
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B. Wizard (Why no cleric)
Tiore Ceophei sat still as a stone, one leg and both arms crossed, fingertips burning under his cloak, three slurred sobs away from Magic Missile-ing this p***k in the face. Could this guy be any more unbearable - well, he didn't really want to find out. Every now and then he nodded, as if in understanding, just so he could roll his eyes under the cover of his dark locks and glinting monocle (which I can't remember why I gave him but must have been there for a reason). The matter of the village, presumably elven at this early stage of investigation and thus paramount, seemed one that would be of interest to their Corps, but it would, he considered, be ideal if they could lose Green-leaf as collateral damage, racial solidarity be damned.
[We played these guys with standees for a bit. Mine is obviously the alt-palette Quill. I meant to make him half-elven but didn't want to lose the racial bonuses, it was a very rocky campaig - *shot*]
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:03 pm
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Day 1: Character appearance: C. Barbarian
ButchBear was enjoying her drinking contests with the men as she took some down seeing them fall over from alcohol intoxication. Her long coarse red hair was braided and tied at the end with an elastic band. It was wrapped around her neck to avoid getting pulled on. The men, including herself, were drunk. She hiccuped a few times as she waved them goodbye, thanking them for the rounds of beer. Her figure was men-like, never that close of a skinny female with obvious curves at all. Surprisingly, her eyebrows were beautifully plucked. Her muscles bulged in every place possible. Her biceps and thigh muscles shot out veins as she moved. She grabbed her massive axe the weight of a deer, and dragged it across the floor. The inn's exit was yet to be seen. She hiccuped and stumbled over her own foot, ramming into the table where Flagón was talking about his sobstory. "Saving a village 'ey?" she blurted out loud drunkingly after he stopped talking. "Let me join yer team and we will SMASH everything in our path!" she called to him smiling, a tooth missing in the top row. She shifted her weight and sat down at the table, pulling on leather buckles that held her boots together. Her barbaric clothing were too tight for her figure. "Quit yer sobbing and have a beer." She slapped a strong pat on his back, and caused the elf to tumble forward and scrape his chin against the table.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:52 pm
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Day 1: Choice (A) Rogue + Character Description
The red-furred hound archon nodded to the elf's plight, knowing that somewhere in that drunken sob story had been a genuine request for the assistance of a brave adventurer, and who was he, Goliath, to turn down such a noble request? His silver armor and black cloak moved with him as he leaned forward a bit, speaking to the upset elf before him. "I will assist you in freeing your people of the great evil that plagues your home." With a satisfied wag of his tail, the canine took an appreciative drink of his beer, hand resting on the hilt of his broadsword. With a party this large, there might be one or two never do wells hidden within, so he was making sure to be ready in case of a fight before they even left the Inn.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:56 pm
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:57 pm
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Day 2
If you chose A... 2 points- rogues are dashing. Sometimes beer helps that a bit.
If you chose B... 1 point- wizards are calculating individuals and you're taking it slow.
If you chose C... 2 points- barbarians can hold their liquor! A lot of liquor!
If you chose D... 4 points- nobody willingly chooses bard. You must have been drunk when you made this decision.
If you did not respond... While many of the adventurers agreed to help the elf, some of them ended up passed out on the floor, sprawled across the table, or curled around their chairs. Sadly, they are out of the game and will not be going on an adventure.
Morning comes and, nursing your throbbing head, you remember the elf and her...?...his?...it's hard to tell with elves sometimes... troubles. Right. You said you were going to help save a village. But you can't do that from the confines of an inn, fool!
How do you get there?
A. Ride a horse
B. On foot
C. Horses are for plebs. Your mount is a... [fill in the blank here] [no your mount can't be a dragon][unless it's like, a really little dragon]
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 4:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 4:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 4:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 4:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 5:25 pm
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(1 Point)
(Choice C)
So everyone around her had gotten drunk. Positively wasted, in fact, and while she, being a Dust Specter, was not prone to being able to hold liquids and therefore be drunk, the inebriated states of the other live bodies had carried over to her, making her soul blink out of consciousness for a little while. That was when she had "woken up", still a little sore from all the energies last night (are you serious? She still had hangovers even in this state??), knowing that she had agreed--in exchange for the freeing of her soul--to save that elf's village. Sure. Why not.
Letting out a small whistle from her dusty form, a great grey owl appeared from the sky, and while Brulee knew that she could take herself there, attaching herself to a faster creature would waste far less time. And also she liked being in the sky away from people. It was kinda nice.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 5:32 pm
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*2 Points*
[Choice B - On foot]
Alec rose from the room he had rented for the night - a double room, usually for four people, but he needed the extra bed to fit lengthwise - and found the other adventurers already setting off. Some by air, some by land, but all on animals and with a very groggy look on their face. Ah, good, he wasn't the only one that had had a bit too much to drink last night. It was hard to tell just how much he had when it came in pints.
The huge man followed after the trail of animals, keeping up easily with the pace they set. There was no animal that would carry him, as most familiars were too small. He was either larger or the same size as many of them. To find a steed that could carry him for long distances would be quite the feat. Still, since there had never been a creature that could carry him, his stamina was quite remarkable and he had no issues keeping pace with the group, jogging along happily, the bear's pelt bobbing along with each stride.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 6:08 pm
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Ryeth woke up with a pounding headache and the taste of regret in her mouth. She smacked her lips a few times, trying to get the taste out, and checked to make sure her bag was untouched before trying to focus on what had happened the night before.
There was an elf. And a village that had to be saved, right. The elf was kinda... weird. She recounted, getting up from the floor and wobbling in place for a second before balancing on a nearby table. Ok, so she needed to leave. But how?
The wizard pondered this for a few moments, before finally deciding horses. Horses were fast and if the village was far, they would get their quickly. Not to mention they could go nearly anywhere, weren't odd, and while not helping her headache they at least would at least get her to her location quickly.
Ambling out of the inn, she set off to find her mount.
Choice: A
Points: 1
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