Sorry for how long it's been taking me, I should be able to crank something out by this weekend, free time has been hard recently but I'm still vibin'. If I end up missing some deadline that's fine, I'll still lurk and read along.
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I have done the thing. Banzai.
Zavakri watches in wonder, her brief moment of fury dying swiftly as the rabbits beat a retreat. Watching them beat feet in hasty retreat renders her anger obsolete. She relaxes as Brut heads off on the charge, and as her companions all divide themselves amongst one another (yet again) she finds herself eye to eye with a Giant Snail.
Again.
She places a hand on her hip, meeting the snail's angry eyes with her own even and cool gaze, and snaps her fingers.
"You don't have anything on Quickleaf, buster!" She declares to the snail, before snatching up a nearby head of lettuce- likely abandoned by the Harengon in their panic- and approaches the snail to hold it up.
"Slimy slimy slimy slimy boy~" She cooed at it, waggling the lettuce before its eye stalks. "Who wants a good shell pat? I know it's you. I knooooooow it's you. I know because all you liddle widdle giant snails are all greedy weedy liddle buggers who like shell pats, aren't you? Aren't you?"
She pats the snail's shell as she- turning her head away- offers the lettuce to it, allowing the uncomfortable slimy sensation of feeding the snail wash over her as it ate the lettuce out of her hand. Upon seeing its smiling face, she desperately wished she had access to a cleaning spell of some kind, and she simply smiled back at it and began wiping the slime off her hand in the guise of patting its shell affectionately.
"I'll call you Bob. Guys, Bob is alright."
She turns about and makes a stunned expression.
"Why, is that an-...Mm, quick math..- up-to-1,200-pound-supporting raft? Where in the nine hells did you find one of those? Blimey, you're just carryin' it, ain't you? Built different, you bugbear folk." She says in wonder. "As for where we're going...I say we leave that up to Gabe. Bloke says he has a feeling about this place, and I haven't the foggiest; if we're going blind, I say follow the man's gut. Point a direction and off we march, Sirrah!"
Again.
She places a hand on her hip, meeting the snail's angry eyes with her own even and cool gaze, and snaps her fingers.
"You don't have anything on Quickleaf, buster!" She declares to the snail, before snatching up a nearby head of lettuce- likely abandoned by the Harengon in their panic- and approaches the snail to hold it up.
"Slimy slimy slimy slimy boy~" She cooed at it, waggling the lettuce before its eye stalks. "Who wants a good shell pat? I know it's you. I knooooooow it's you. I know because all you liddle widdle giant snails are all greedy weedy liddle buggers who like shell pats, aren't you? Aren't you?"
She pats the snail's shell as she- turning her head away- offers the lettuce to it, allowing the uncomfortable slimy sensation of feeding the snail wash over her as it ate the lettuce out of her hand. Upon seeing its smiling face, she desperately wished she had access to a cleaning spell of some kind, and she simply smiled back at it and began wiping the slime off her hand in the guise of patting its shell affectionately.
"I'll call you Bob. Guys, Bob is alright."
She turns about and makes a stunned expression.
"Why, is that an-...Mm, quick math..- up-to-1,200-pound-supporting raft? Where in the nine hells did you find one of those? Blimey, you're just carryin' it, ain't you? Built different, you bugbear folk." She says in wonder. "As for where we're going...I say we leave that up to Gabe. Bloke says he has a feeling about this place, and I haven't the foggiest; if we're going blind, I say follow the man's gut. Point a direction and off we march, Sirrah!"
Sounds good, Vertigo! Let me know if you have any questions, otherwise feel free to introduce your character as you see fit.
As for everyone else, if you need suggestions or just want to OOC discuss your next move, feel free to hit me up here in the OOC.
As for everyone else, if you need suggestions or just want to OOC discuss your next move, feel free to hit me up here in the OOC.
I will be able to tonight barring losing consciousness after work; holiday kinda kicked my ass so I’m gonna forgo my usual and Zavakri-specific long windedness of a post just to get something out. I should be able to roll my animal handling ahead of time while at work and bake the result into my post this evening.
I’ve still got the vibe, just trying to tone myself back and simplify my thoughts. Still aiming for anarcho-rockstar themes, probably with their own cell that primarily outsources muscle to other groups that need it for their jobs. I’ll reread everyone’s already existing stuff to ensure I don’t cross wires or step on toes.
Howdy! Sorry for my own slowness; the Holiday has shut me down for its duration, so I had to focus on it this weekend. Happy 4th! I'll peruse through and see if my mental engine is still kicking after all these cheeseburgers and Forced Family Fun Time is over.
If Rirvudd had come, he would be soloing the adventure right now. Homeboy isn't some level 1 schlubb like his wife.
Edit: For the purposes of my remaining in the group, if we continue beyond the Module I'd probably end up making a new character. Perhaps Detara if Zavakri finds her? Who knows, I have plenty of character ideas that can slide in mid-journey.
Edit: For the purposes of my remaining in the group, if we continue beyond the Module I'd probably end up making a new character. Perhaps Detara if Zavakri finds her? Who knows, I have plenty of character ideas that can slide in mid-journey.
honestly Zav probably will go home once the 'campaign' ends.
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