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The beast waited and stared as Gabriel stopped his flute to grab something from his bag. It closed its eyes as if waiting for a surprise, but wasn't quite still. It always moved somewhat, even if slightly. Either its leg shook or its head bobbed. As the halfling took out the meat, the beast once again lowered his head to sniff the chunk, going around it and examining it like a dog. Determining it was safe, the beast opened its jaws revealing two rows of sharp teeth before it nibbled onto the horse meat, getting to Gabriels hand but not sopping, biting his fingers.
Go ahead and post then.
Legion of TV Heads said
I'd post too, but I don't wanna do that without getting approved. Even if I imagine Descartes wouldn't be that annoyed if I did, its not a good habit to get into.


Go ahead and post your character sheet. You can jump right in afterwards since you've been with the party anyways.
As the halfling played his tune, the tall, furry, horned creature hopped up to him in curiosity. It seemed to have dropped its more hostile disposition, taking on a more calm and docile appearance similar to a domestic animal. Its once vicious movements turned into what one might expect from a bunny rabbit. Curiously, it tilted its head at Gabriel. The beast chittered its teeth as it brought its nose down to Gabriel's instrument. It inhaled, sniffing around the flute, putting its nose over the hole momentarily and stopping the flow of air as well as the sound.

Alarmed, the beast jumped back, still closely examining the halfling while ignoring the other adventurers.
Further down the clearing, though not much further, the sounds of snarling could be heard. Those sounds were accompanied by pounding and apparent scratching- a fight was going on. They were large, almost human sized and covered with hair. They had stood on strong hindlegs. A pair of sharp front teeth stuck from the top of their lip, a stubby pair of ears poking from the top of their heads. Their three-fingered hands ended in sharp claws and a pair of twisting horns shot through their skulls. They seemed to be fighting each other- a territorial display. As one turned its head toward the adventurers, the other caught it off guard, scratching at its neck and drawing blood. It hissed as it pounced onto the other, ripping away at its tendons.

Covered in blood, it looked toward the adventurers. A glare came across its face. Though it did not speak, it seemed to communicate through its eyes. "You're next" was what it seemed to be signalling.
Morthos will be accepted as soon as you complete a background. You might actually want to PM me about your character's history, considering the party's already moved on. You may also want to describe tieflings a bit better, especially as they vary between incarnations of DnD.

Zero, your character will be accepted under similar circumstances. You really don't have to state what a human is though.
Closet Nerd said
I'd like to join if there is a spot.


There's always a spot open, however we're currently in the middle of an episode, so you may have to wait a while before jumping in.

Zero Hex said
Well shit I was just making a fire based warlock. Time to scrap that shit and start over. I'll make a psionic warrior then, since there's already plenty of magic and no real overly agressive "live for the thrill of the fight" character yet. But tomorrow.


Good luck finding a good concept.
The Roman07 said
Sry Descartes I didn't see your pm until after I posted....


No prob
duskshine749 said
Room for me? Also, I'd like to bring in an old DnD character I have, wizard, mostly focused on fire, would that be okay?


Sure
The sound of grunting echoed through the halls quickly followed by the shing of metal. Zharkov was busy lifting weights, putting the bar up then dropping it once again, in an ancient human style known as the "dead lift". The name amused Zharkov and he indeed enjoy the workout. A pool of sweat formed beneath him, his bare feet wet. Born of the cold, Zharkov could never truly get used to the temperature of warmer planets such as Praeclara.

After he finished his workout, Zharkov bathed in a pool of iced water. Steam rose, forming a thin haze of water vapor around the room. Zharkov allowed his head to stay submerged fully in the water. He was preparing for the next fight.
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