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Sign ups close and judgment begins on Friday. So yes.
We're the fucking Avengers, but for folk heroes only.
At least we have it lined up comfortably. A melee, a mage, a cleric, an archer.
WHERE ARE ALL THE INTERESTED PEOPLE NOW?
Rolling stats is fun, until you roll utter trash while the most insufferable person in your party is flexing on you with three 6-6-6 rolls.
ScreenAcne's playing on hard mode, obv. Normies get out.
@MaeHere's the sheet. Kept it pretty simple, so if you want more deets, just tell me. To clarify, I took money instead of equipment and purchased all those miscellaneous hijinks with a total allowance of 20 GP (1o of which came from being a Folk Hero). Real monks only use their fists, after all.
I also wouldn't mind if we had one or two special connections with other adventurers, but I don't think it's all too necessary to have EVERYONE in a complex web of pre-established relationships.
I also wouldn't mind if we had one or two special connections with other adventurers, but I don't think it's all too necessary to have EVERYONE in a complex web of pre-established relationships.
Not totally sure if you editted out everything you needed to edit out either. ;3
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“Well, not that age changes much here, eh?” Nano replied with a boyish grin, thrusting a hand forward for a shake. “I’m Nano Lemmings. Nice to meetcha.”
The man’s hands certainly were rough, thick and callused from the many blisters that one must have earned in a physical job. Adventuring, perhaps, but even a blacksmith or a construction worker could accrue such marks of hard work overtime, couldn’t they? Nevertheless, the ashen-haired youth was glad that Clyde hadn’t lost his mind yet. Clicking his tongue lightly at how badly those broken fingers had been set, the youth turned his attention back to the wizened man.
“The song you tried playing was pretty familiar to me,” he said, removing one strap of his backpack before pulling out a thick, leather-bound book and a graphite pencil. “Mind if I bother you for the lyrics? Sorta in the habit of writing down anything I remember and all…” A cheeky grin then surfaced, his coal eyes flickering towards that fancy sword by Clyde’s waist. “…though if you could tell me how to become an adventuring type like you, that’d be cool as well.”
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