@AbysmalDemon It's actually the name of a persona of a youtuber, but sssh... let's just stick with creativity xD
Flynn
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8 yrs ago
Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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11 yrs ago
Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
11 yrs ago
Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
11 yrs ago
What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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Here are some images I made a long time ago for this universe. Ignore the names, they are old versions.
"What was he doing here? He was no fighter after all... He was nothing but a failure. What was he thinking? Taking arms up against Orcs. Orcs of all things! Murder machines from the east. Was it the peer pressure perhaps? Or maybe the opportunity to show his worth?"
Gnorlin was ripped out of his thoughts by a fleeing peasant who almost falls over him. He shakes his head and tries to focus on what's happening. Yelling... No... screams for help. They almost sound beastly. The bridge was not far away, but it was nearly impossible to cross with all the fleeing peasants on it and... oh no! The Orcs had already reached the bridge and... Wow, those were some big brutes. Gnorlin probably only reached their knees or something. Maybe it was best if he just jumped into the nearest shed and acted like he was sleeping or something. Yes... Yes, that was the best thing to do. Gnorlin looks around, in search of some form of cover, but to no avail. Many bushes have already been burned down by the fire arrows of the orcs, and the only structure at this side of the bridge was the tool closet of Old Man Willakers, which the old man himself only had access too.
What in Troy's name was he supposed to do against this massacre...?
Gnorlin was ripped out of his thoughts by a fleeing peasant who almost falls over him. He shakes his head and tries to focus on what's happening. Yelling... No... screams for help. They almost sound beastly. The bridge was not far away, but it was nearly impossible to cross with all the fleeing peasants on it and... oh no! The Orcs had already reached the bridge and... Wow, those were some big brutes. Gnorlin probably only reached their knees or something. Maybe it was best if he just jumped into the nearest shed and acted like he was sleeping or something. Yes... Yes, that was the best thing to do. Gnorlin looks around, in search of some form of cover, but to no avail. Many bushes have already been burned down by the fire arrows of the orcs, and the only structure at this side of the bridge was the tool closet of Old Man Willakers, which the old man himself only had access too.
What in Troy's name was he supposed to do against this massacre...?
Flynn looks in his bottle with one eye before taking a sip. "Don't know yet. We've some unopened messages aboard the Argo. Might be something worthwhile. Or not... If that's the case, I'm thinking of hitting one of the houses of Pleasure. Rather an adventure in bed then no adventure at all." He spins around on the bar chair and takes another sip. "I'm taking it you'd want to come along if there was another contract available? Ha! Of course you do. You need some bloody money after all."
The mercenary takes a last sip and slams the bottle on the bar before getting off the bar stool. He spots an angry looking alien striding towards them. "Uuuhh... And let's go quick because I may or may not have cheated on that last game." As Flynn says that 3Y3 comes flying over from under the table that he was just playing at.
The mercenary takes a last sip and slams the bottle on the bar before getting off the bar stool. He spots an angry looking alien striding towards them. "Uuuhh... And let's go quick because I may or may not have cheated on that last game." As Flynn says that 3Y3 comes flying over from under the table that he was just playing at.
Huzzah for quick responses!
The goblin is taken aback by the sudden outburst. He shakes his head and grins at you. "Woah there love. No need to be mad at me. Have I ever not been nice to you? How could I ignore such a beauty after all." He let's out a raspy chuckle and a cough. "But I've understood that big guy here," he points at Vlor ", is in charge. So half it is. Hm... That's going to be a tight one. I'll see what I can do for you. But don't expect a miracle. I'll start crafting it immediately. It'll be on the Sand Skitter when you get there. I'll just tell the dwarves that their little pet project gets a little of Whale Oil to start with. I'll also point them to you, Sonya. They seemed like reasonable fellows." He shrugs and turns around as to walk away, but suddenly turns to Sonya "Eeeh... Did you catch the name of that dwarf by any chance?"
Boom! Stuff is up! And with a moral choice. Woooo~
As you enter the tent you see a Goblin of middle age with his feet on the counter, leaning back on a chair and puffing a long pipe. As he sees you entering he loses his balance and falls backwards, landing with a loud crash. The goblin pops up from under the counter and says in a raspy voice, "I wasn't smoking! I swear! You're all just seeing things. I mean... we clearly got a no-smoke policy in this tent!" He takes a closer look and then recognizes the group. "Oh... Oh! Oh! It's the Dweller group. Why didn't you say so sooner."
He get's up in full length, maybe being a little taller then Blim. He walks towards the group and leans on Vlor his leg. "I guess you guys want supplies before heading off to that city, right? You'll also need a Sand Skitter I suppose. Well, that's what I'm here for!" Judas runs towards the counter and jumps over it, landing in some stuff behind it with another loud crash. He then again pops back up with some dirty sheets in his one hand, and a feather in his other. "Right, I suppose you guys need the basic materials like water, sleeping bags, rations, climbing gear, sand filters and of course a canister of whale oil each. Well, you see here is the problem... Blim has told me not the speak about it... but..." He leans forward, beckoning any of you closer, "we're not doing so well." He leans back again and shakes his head. "I don't even have ink anymore!" Judas holds up the sheets of paper, revealing some scribbled lines and numbers all in red. "Food is running low. Water is decent, mainly because people are holding back... Whale oil is nearly depleted." The goblin let's out a long sigh.
"Bah..." He looks at Sonya in the back, starting at her face then lowering to her guns. "I'm taking the main thing that needs refilling is your ammunition. I can tinker some together with the Oil we have left, but I also had a group that was experimenting with some sort of food preservation device coming here earlier. They requested some Whale Oil too. Now... they don't know that it's the last of it, so I'm giving you guys the choice here. Ammunition to defend yourself, or giving it those Dwarves?" He quickly scribbles something down after pricking the feather into a small open wound on his hand. "Also, a Sand Skitter is ready to be taken. They were refilled on Oil before our supplies went dry. Just give this to the 'harbormaster'." The goblin says the last word almost jokingly. He then hands Vlor a piece of paper with red ink, dictating that the holder of this sheet is allowed use of a Sand Skitter of choice.
"I'll order my lackeys to take the supplies to the harbor, just after you filled in this form here. Sorry, no ink... And I'm not letting you borrow mine." He shields his hand after shoving a sheet over the counter towards the Orc. "If there is anything specific you require, let me know and I'll see if we have it available for Dwellers." And with that statement he picks up his pipe and starts puffing it again, looking annoyed that it has gone out.
He get's up in full length, maybe being a little taller then Blim. He walks towards the group and leans on Vlor his leg. "I guess you guys want supplies before heading off to that city, right? You'll also need a Sand Skitter I suppose. Well, that's what I'm here for!" Judas runs towards the counter and jumps over it, landing in some stuff behind it with another loud crash. He then again pops back up with some dirty sheets in his one hand, and a feather in his other. "Right, I suppose you guys need the basic materials like water, sleeping bags, rations, climbing gear, sand filters and of course a canister of whale oil each. Well, you see here is the problem... Blim has told me not the speak about it... but..." He leans forward, beckoning any of you closer, "we're not doing so well." He leans back again and shakes his head. "I don't even have ink anymore!" Judas holds up the sheets of paper, revealing some scribbled lines and numbers all in red. "Food is running low. Water is decent, mainly because people are holding back... Whale oil is nearly depleted." The goblin let's out a long sigh.
"Bah..." He looks at Sonya in the back, starting at her face then lowering to her guns. "I'm taking the main thing that needs refilling is your ammunition. I can tinker some together with the Oil we have left, but I also had a group that was experimenting with some sort of food preservation device coming here earlier. They requested some Whale Oil too. Now... they don't know that it's the last of it, so I'm giving you guys the choice here. Ammunition to defend yourself, or giving it those Dwarves?" He quickly scribbles something down after pricking the feather into a small open wound on his hand. "Also, a Sand Skitter is ready to be taken. They were refilled on Oil before our supplies went dry. Just give this to the 'harbormaster'." The goblin says the last word almost jokingly. He then hands Vlor a piece of paper with red ink, dictating that the holder of this sheet is allowed use of a Sand Skitter of choice.
"I'll order my lackeys to take the supplies to the harbor, just after you filled in this form here. Sorry, no ink... And I'm not letting you borrow mine." He shields his hand after shoving a sheet over the counter towards the Orc. "If there is anything specific you require, let me know and I'll see if we have it available for Dwellers." And with that statement he picks up his pipe and starts puffing it again, looking annoyed that it has gone out.
"And that makes twenty." Flynn throws down his hand of cards and pulls all the credits on the table to his side. "Gentleman, it was lovely. And now I'm going to buy a drink with your money if you don't mind." He stands up, putting all the credits in a small bag and walks to the bar, where he finds his companion. "Well Williams. Can I buy you one more, or are you already full after your second drink?" He let's out a snicker and drops some credits on the bar. "Two more please."
It was hot and dark on the 248th level of Earth, but it was also the place the two mercenaries felt most at home. True, the drinks weren't of the greatest quality, but at least they were affordable.
Flynn and Williams just finished a job on Earth. A simple, yet well paid job.
It was hot and dark on the 248th level of Earth, but it was also the place the two mercenaries felt most at home. True, the drinks weren't of the greatest quality, but at least they were affordable.
Flynn and Williams just finished a job on Earth. A simple, yet well paid job.
Race: Gnome
Avatar: Caninn Troy. But Gnorlin doesn't worship him for the usual reasons. No, he adores the idea of magic, and since there is no magic in these times, he has retorted to worshiping the last known powerful sorcerer known to men.
Name: Gnorlin Sparklebrow
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Current Equipment:
- A small scythe specially crafted for smaller creatures.
- A dagger. Always with him. You know... just in case.
- A stupid book he got for his birthday called 'Brews & bombs for dummies'. Maybe he had some time to read it in the breaks.
Handy Skills:
- Sneaky. Being small has it's advantages.
- Observant. Gnomes are known for having keen eyes! Gnorlin isn't any different in that.
- Jack of all trades. Mainly because he's good at nothing and usually doesn't last longer then 2 weeks on a job...
Personality at RP's Start: Gnorlin has become rather shy due to all his failings in the past. He tends to avoid people, as they only make fun of him. But oh boy... If something succeeds (or when he had too much to drink), you'll never hear the end of him.
Before he started failing at every job that was human-... gnomely possible, he was a cheerful lad, full of potential and laughter.
Facts Likely Known To Others: Gnorlin is known as a rather useless idiot who doesn't really excel at anything. He also has a rather large unpaid tab at the local inn... It is said he's no longer welcome until he pays the bills.
Avatar: Caninn Troy. But Gnorlin doesn't worship him for the usual reasons. No, he adores the idea of magic, and since there is no magic in these times, he has retorted to worshiping the last known powerful sorcerer known to men.
Name: Gnorlin Sparklebrow
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Current Equipment:
- A small scythe specially crafted for smaller creatures.
- A dagger. Always with him. You know... just in case.
- A stupid book he got for his birthday called 'Brews & bombs for dummies'. Maybe he had some time to read it in the breaks.
Handy Skills:
- Sneaky. Being small has it's advantages.
- Observant. Gnomes are known for having keen eyes! Gnorlin isn't any different in that.
- Jack of all trades. Mainly because he's good at nothing and usually doesn't last longer then 2 weeks on a job...
Personality at RP's Start: Gnorlin has become rather shy due to all his failings in the past. He tends to avoid people, as they only make fun of him. But oh boy... If something succeeds (or when he had too much to drink), you'll never hear the end of him.
Before he started failing at every job that was human-... gnomely possible, he was a cheerful lad, full of potential and laughter.
Facts Likely Known To Others: Gnorlin is known as a rather useless idiot who doesn't really excel at anything. He also has a rather large unpaid tab at the local inn... It is said he's no longer welcome until he pays the bills.
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