Big Dread

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

While some people might have reacted poorly to their friend being slapped about the face, Harriet was not like some people. Hell, Harriet was not like most people. As the tell tale sounds of skin on scales hit her ears the Gunslinger turned her head to the side and cocked a brow at the little exchange. Forgetting about the large cat for the time Harriet barked a laugh and took her hand from the gun on her belt and slapped her thigh. Before she could do much to contribute to the scolding though the massive cat had started to defuse the situation and was searching through the warlocks. Well, it was a good idea.

Investigation Roll: 8

Harriet walked from corpse to corpse, kicking a few of them and stooping down to peer at their faces and clothes, only half heartedly looking. "Yar." she said with a nod when Draj informed them of the nature of these warlocks. "'ad one back in the fightin' that fell down on 'is lil' grendado. Triggered the whole thing and when Draj pulled'em off it..." Harriet paused and made a rather impressive explosion noise with her mouth. "'ad to tackle the big lug outta the way. Still left a nasty bit of burnin' and shrapnel in the blue boy."

She lifted herself to her full height and peered around. Everyone seemed very odd all of a sudden. Some had that far off look in their eye like they were not not quite here. Then, of course, the beast that wasn't a beast said something weird in that language he insisted on using. Harriet didn't need to speak the language to know some of what it meant. It was a tone and a feeling she could understand. They were being watched or stalked.

She rolled her shoulder and plucked her pistol from it's holster in the center of her belt, just off to the right. The old pistol made a nice leather on steel hiss, and then, it was punctuated with mechanical click-twist of the hammer falling back and cylinder twisting into the firing position. The smile faded from the Gunslinger's face and her eyes floated around the battle ground, hunting, seeking. "Wits 'bout y'all." Harriet hissed, hoping her words in a language that everyone could understand would snap her companions back into professionalism.

Perception roll: 15, higher than passive of 14.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

@The Harbinger of Ferocity Hahahah! Am I often fashionably late? Lot's of life stuff happened. You know how it be.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

@Ms Ravenwinter Hahahah! Sorry. I got ninja'd by Harbinger as well. Had to make some edits. XD I've been about 300 miles away in a different city doing house hunting and showing someone around a new city. Back now and ready for awesomeness!

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

Sharp and serious eyes scanned the tree line as the final breaths of their foes ended. They had come this far only to be shuffled off to the clearing at the end of the path. Well, good damned riddance. Harriet stood down and wrenched her dagger from the forehead of the last man she had killed. He looked to be about her age, actually. Just some duped punk who wanted to try to find a way around death. Well, Harriet didn't exactly know what they were doing, but, the damned swarm of ravens certainly made it clear that Big Miss Reaper had her eye on them. Yet again, not something Harriet really knew. However, the pillow talk with a death worshiping elf did have a tenancy to stick in the gunslinger's mind.

The second thing that hard eyes fell on was the spot where the weird portal thing had stood. Harriet had seen some crazy things in her still short life, but, that was something new and worth remembering. The thing had gone up like a magical powder keg. Right after the thing had properly flared up she remembered checking her limbs to see if they were still attached to her body. Apparently though, magical powder kegs didn't exactly have the same oomph that proper ones had. She was about to start looting and maybe cracking a joke or two about that fella who had snuck up on Miss Bow'n'Bust, but, something else needed her attention. A huge damned talking cat.

Harriet stepped over a few corpses, eyes locked on the talking cat who had mainly been speaking with Draj. Draj had taken a good one to his side and she noted the blood. He was an odd sort. Most mage types shot sparkly stuff from a ways off, not her little Draj though, he was all balls and magical swords. She liked that about him, but, he often got whacked good. Her path took her just to the dragonborn's ;eft and slightly ahead of him. She gave him room to draw that blade of his if it needed to be, but, she didn't think it would be needed. She spread her stance as she reached her destination, hips cocked to the right and feet planted in a solid A-Frame. She rested right hand on the grip of Leadblessing, shoulders squaring off with the massive head of the lion. Her left hand rolled the hilt of her long dagger into a reverse grip and she shot the talking cat a smirk. She suppressed the pain she felt from doing that. The left side of her face was already starting to turn reddish from the one very hot magical sparkly thing that had found its mark on her.

"Now, my da' always told me somethin' 'bout talkin' animals. They's either somethin' else pretendin' to be one and can understand ya. That, or, they's a magical type'o'animal that's cle'er 'nuff to speak with ya plain." Harriet's tone was amiable and light. The lion-thing had relaxed and seemed to be understanding them just fine, which is what Harriet expected. The 'gut' told her this talking-lion was probably more of an ally than a foe. Maybe a little confused. Hell, she was pretty confused too. Maybe this forest dweller could shed some light on the situation. "Now, we didn't mean to break yer, uhhh, thing, but, it done got broke. Draj 'ere is pretty 'andy with spells and the like. Little Dark and Gloomy back t'ere has magical know-how as well. What 'bout you? Care t'help us sort all this out?" she cocked a thin brow over her brown eye before nodding to him for a response, hopefully in something aside from growly-yarky-wood-talk.

"Now, can we talk purrty like normal folk, or, does ole Harriet 'ere 'ave to start doin' shadow puppets?"

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

@Asura Sorry for the delay. Ended up out of town house hunting. Will have something for you today,

Walking the Trail of Stars: Sci-fi 'Western' in Spaaaaace! [Still looking for adventurers, so come on in]

@Jbcool I am still here and pretty excited. SPACE REVOLVERS!

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

The Crow

The situation flared rather quickly. Guards were no longer just focused on The Crow, but, some had to be sent to deal with the old doctor who seemed like he was going to try to beat the assassin down with his cane. Many of the guards wavered slightly. They did not know if they should move to stop the old man, grab Juniper, or just keep their eyes on the strange figure in the mask. In the second that there was enough distraction and confusion there was a flick from the Crow's left index finger. Juniper's outstretched hand closed a split second later, a small metal circle in the center of her palm. The girl wanted a name. She would have it.

[Awareness Required to see the action of The Crow shooting to something to Juniper. Roll at -3]

Once things had been settled slightly by Nalia and she had made the wise proposition to have them meet in private, The Crow nodded to her. "You need not question the two assassins your spy master sent after me too harshly. They failed because they were up against a supperior foe. This happens from time to time." dark circles turned their attention to Fiona, "I think if Leon wanted me to do what you asked, he would have just asked me himself." as if that was an obvious statement, the assassin left it at that.

Gloved hands moved from their folded position at The Crow's waist and moved to either side of the assassin's body, palms facing outward, making sure that no aggressive actions could be interpreted. "I think speaking in a place where I have less guns and swords pointed at me would be best, Matriarch Nalia." there was a long pause and a hiss of inhaled air through the mask, an attentive person might have noted that it almost sounded like someone trying to steady their emotions. "Your study would be as good a place as any to discuss our current situation and the men who killed your father, and, my friend." the assassin took a few careful steps closer to Nalia and nodded to her, "Lead the way."

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

... getting ideas... bugs bunny tabletop... nooooooo

@JBRam2002

Yeeeesssss.....

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

@Ermine "So Mal and Mal were hanging out with emo girl when Jazz hands was there and jazz hands made Mal think that Mal was actually Mal when emo girl was looking at Mal. Then Jazz hands was with Mal and emo girl wanted jazz hands tojazz hands at Mal so Mal would see that Mal was over here."

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

@Ermine Okay. That also works as well! So, mainly it is just Wren and Mal that have a pre-existing connection? I am cool with that. Besides, then I can come up with a way over the top intro for Jazo. Gotta make it awesome and stylish! First impressions are important!