Hey there, are you still accepting for this one? I've been playing 5e for a while now, and I've got a few characters ready to go at a moment's notice!
SonofJET
Member
Creation Addict
- Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: SonofJET
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 181 (0.05 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- SonofJET 10 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Long time Guild member. 5-year Navy vet. Roleplaying since 2004 (MSN Groups, oh dang!). DMing D&D Since 2010 (3.5 until 5e was released, been doing that since then).
Most Recent Posts
Álmos Air-Swimmer
Álmos opened his eyes suddenly, and he was greeted by the sight of the inside of his facewrap. Gingerly readying himself for movement by gathering his wrappings up and slipping and tying them back into place, the monk moved quickly to the hall - eyes watering from his movement against the still air of his room - and looked out to find the source of the disturbance.
"Surrounded?" Álmos called, leaving the door open and stepping into the hall. "Any idea how or where we might go, then?"
As he considered the options, well-aware of the fact that he knew next to nothing about the cultists (especially in terms of their individual physical capabilities), Álmos' hands throbbed. He flexed and moved his fingers methodically, hoping to cause the discomfort to dissipate. The skin was still slightly uncomfortable from having aided the proprietor the previous night by doing dishes and tidying up a bit. Now, he was regretting it a bit.
Álmos was resigned to a fight - hopefully Chres would have some plan that could make that less likely, or at least lead them to a smaller fight.
Hey everyone, I want to apologize for my slow posting. I've been dealing with semester finals and an interstate move over the last couple of weeks, and I haven't had as much time to sit down and post as I would have liked. I'm working on getting up to speed, and should have a post up pretty soon.
"Whatever, man. Houstank works for me." Harland said, nodding as he appraised and continued to look over his new companion.
It might be able to smuggle a lot of stuff in all that extra skin. Might've just got a good holder. He thought.
"What up, Scraggy?" He said, nodding in appropriate "cool bro" fashion. The creature didn't seem quite up to Harland's standards in terms of chill, as it continued to stare at him, unblinking.
"Right, we'll work on that." He said, pressing the button on his pokeball and withdrawing Scraggy into it. With a curious look, he stepped over to the provided supplies, grabbed a set that seemed like it'd be useful, and started to work on equipping himself as casually as possible, so that he wouldn't look like some dorky hiker or something.
Harland wasn't too keen on the idea of immediately setting out and working up a sweat, but his own plans would only stagnate if he opted to hang around any longer. There would likely be bountiful opportunity for him in Houstank, as well as any of the other cities and towns they came across. People had needs everywhere, after all.
"Any idea what kind of pokemon we can expect to run into on the way there, if that is where we're headed? Or what kind of condition they might be in?" Harland asked the beanie-wearing guy. He seemed to have his shit together, and Harland was quick to settle into a decidedly non-leading position in their budding little group's hierarchy.
It might be able to smuggle a lot of stuff in all that extra skin. Might've just got a good holder. He thought.
"What up, Scraggy?" He said, nodding in appropriate "cool bro" fashion. The creature didn't seem quite up to Harland's standards in terms of chill, as it continued to stare at him, unblinking.
"Right, we'll work on that." He said, pressing the button on his pokeball and withdrawing Scraggy into it. With a curious look, he stepped over to the provided supplies, grabbed a set that seemed like it'd be useful, and started to work on equipping himself as casually as possible, so that he wouldn't look like some dorky hiker or something.
Harland wasn't too keen on the idea of immediately setting out and working up a sweat, but his own plans would only stagnate if he opted to hang around any longer. There would likely be bountiful opportunity for him in Houstank, as well as any of the other cities and towns they came across. People had needs everywhere, after all.
"Any idea what kind of pokemon we can expect to run into on the way there, if that is where we're headed? Or what kind of condition they might be in?" Harland asked the beanie-wearing guy. He seemed to have his shit together, and Harland was quick to settle into a decidedly non-leading position in their budding little group's hierarchy.
Álmos Air-Swimmer
Troubling. Was the only thought running through Álmos' head as the mysterious Gin took his leave. Of course, his verbal consent hadn't been needed for him to retain the experience - as with his name, he hadn't needed to offer it up to Gin in order for him to possess it, so there had seemed little point in doing so with much else.
Álmos, too, spoke with the innkeeper about securing a place to stay the night, and some Jade Candles. Deciding to keep himself busy for a while, he decided to turn back to continue speaking with the innkeeper.
"Pardon me, sir. I feel that I must offer something in return for the accommodations you have provided. Are there any tasks that you need help with?"
If I keep an eye out for a few hours longer, perhaps fortune will favor me, and I might catch a glimpse of some of these cultist workings.
I'm still lurking - dealing with finals IRL at the moment, and moving to another state like, the day after the last one. BUT, I've got a few days off until the next exam, so I'll get cracking on a post soon. :)
Goin’ with Scraggy - almost entirely because his evolved form has a mohawk and he has the same taste in baggy clothes. Pretty much a match made in heaven.
“It’s... medicinal. I have a condition.” Harland lied. “I fell into some Muk when I was younger, and I’ve been having liver and kidney issues ever since. And sometimes my eyes bleed, or my bones glow.”
The second part was somewhat less untrue, but the only issue he’d had after the Muk pit incident was the occasional recollection of the smell.
After a brief moment of considering making a run for it, Harland instead approached and picked up one of the haphazardly arranged pokéballs at random - deciding that the buzzkill would have nothing concrete to charge him with. He was only joking (wink wink) after all.
Sparing a glance over to the enthusiastic couple in the corner, Harland wondered if this might all have been Charcoal’s ploy to offload some of his Zigzagoon.
Nodding at the sour-faced professor casually, Harland fumbled with his ball for a moment before releasing the crearure contained within.
“What is that?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
The pokémon that stood before him was predominantly a sort of faded yellow color, with a fairly wide round head, exposed teeth, and a somewhat vacant expression. A single red scale sprouted from it’s head, and it seemed to be holding up a baggy pair of yellow pants. Harland immediately felt a sense of kinship with it, as he too had struggled with his taste in baggy clothes before he found a belt for his pants.
The second part was somewhat less untrue, but the only issue he’d had after the Muk pit incident was the occasional recollection of the smell.
After a brief moment of considering making a run for it, Harland instead approached and picked up one of the haphazardly arranged pokéballs at random - deciding that the buzzkill would have nothing concrete to charge him with. He was only joking (wink wink) after all.
Sparing a glance over to the enthusiastic couple in the corner, Harland wondered if this might all have been Charcoal’s ploy to offload some of his Zigzagoon.
Nodding at the sour-faced professor casually, Harland fumbled with his ball for a moment before releasing the crearure contained within.
“What is that?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
The pokémon that stood before him was predominantly a sort of faded yellow color, with a fairly wide round head, exposed teeth, and a somewhat vacant expression. A single red scale sprouted from it’s head, and it seemed to be holding up a baggy pair of yellow pants. Harland immediately felt a sense of kinship with it, as he too had struggled with his taste in baggy clothes before he found a belt for his pants.
Álmos Air-Swimmer
"Ah, spaghetti? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean." Álmos said with a start, recoiling away from the excitable girl, dreading the interaction that he had inexplicably found himself in. It was almost a relief to him, then, that everything seemed to freeze for a moment, and a strange figure appeared to speak to several of the patrons - himself included.
Looking about the tavern for a moment, Álmos couldn't help but feel uneasy. He was also impressed. The man had not only managed to hold the majority of the patrons in time, but the effect extended to the very air within the building. It was almost enough to bring a smile to Álmos' face, were it not for the implications of such a feat.
"Well met, Mister Gin." Álmos said, bowing politely. "I hope I am not being rude in declining to introduce myself, but I suspect that you may already know my identity. More pressing, I think, is your mention of imminent death. Please explain, if you would be so kind."
Álmos thought he'd done a decent job of keeping his composure. The man was certainly unsettling - but he figured it'd be better to play along. Such power as Gin had already demonstrated could likely quite easily have been used to destroy them, rather than give them a private audience for his speech.
Short post - TELL ME YOUR STORIES, OLD MAN!
© 2007-2024