@KRIEEEG
PHASE ONE OF OPERATION "Make this shit canonical" IS COMPLETE.
PHASE ONE OF OPERATION "Make this shit canonical" IS COMPLETE.
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7 yrs ago
Who here likes cuddles?
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7 yrs ago
If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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8 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
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How do wing.
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Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Well hello.
I guess I should introduce myself, huh.
I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.
I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.
I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.
I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.
"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."
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Westley wandered around the market, in high hopes he would find someone who could heal his mouth and stop the drooling issue he had. As he wandered however, he noticed something being sold by an old looking gnome...
An ornate and small music box stood out, and it seemed to not belong with the other items being sold by the gnome. When Westley picked it up, he felt it vibrating with some kind of energy, something that made him want it even more. The UFO chimed and spoke for Westley
"Excuse me sir, but what be the deal wit' this music box?"
The old gnome spoke in a raspy voice.
"That be an old music box, passed down from my father to me, and passed by his father before him. However, there's an issue with it. I used to be called 'Grodlar the Iron Fist', and I adventured a lot when I was younger, now however age has got the better of me, and I had to retire. On my adventures, I carried this box around as a charm of good luck and fortune, but it got cursed. When I went to the druids of my hometown to uncurse it because I wanted to hear what the song it played was, they said 'it can only be heard in the true mind.' Now, I had no idea what this meant, so I figured it was useless. Now I'm trying to get rid of it, as it has brought me more bad luck than good luck recently."
Westley was still holding the box carefully, examining it's every corner for imperfections. What he really wanted, however, was to hear the music that it played.
"How much do you want for it?"
Grodlar chuckled, and spoke again.
"You'd be doin' me a favor by just takin' the damned thing. Hell I'd probably help you in a time of dire straits if you just took it right now."
Westley smiled and thanked the old adventurer for the box, and put it in his bag with the rest of his belongings.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you Grodlar."
Westley continued in the market, walking around looking for a healer. Alas, it seemed when he finally found one, they were too expensive for him to pay for. He headed towards the stables of the town, stopping occasionally to spit out the mouthful of spit he had. Stride's UFO, however, flew off to find Tugrok and accompany him on retrieving the items from the blacksmith.
An ornate and small music box stood out, and it seemed to not belong with the other items being sold by the gnome. When Westley picked it up, he felt it vibrating with some kind of energy, something that made him want it even more. The UFO chimed and spoke for Westley
"Excuse me sir, but what be the deal wit' this music box?"
The old gnome spoke in a raspy voice.
"That be an old music box, passed down from my father to me, and passed by his father before him. However, there's an issue with it. I used to be called 'Grodlar the Iron Fist', and I adventured a lot when I was younger, now however age has got the better of me, and I had to retire. On my adventures, I carried this box around as a charm of good luck and fortune, but it got cursed. When I went to the druids of my hometown to uncurse it because I wanted to hear what the song it played was, they said 'it can only be heard in the true mind.' Now, I had no idea what this meant, so I figured it was useless. Now I'm trying to get rid of it, as it has brought me more bad luck than good luck recently."
Westley was still holding the box carefully, examining it's every corner for imperfections. What he really wanted, however, was to hear the music that it played.
"How much do you want for it?"
Grodlar chuckled, and spoke again.
"You'd be doin' me a favor by just takin' the damned thing. Hell I'd probably help you in a time of dire straits if you just took it right now."
Westley smiled and thanked the old adventurer for the box, and put it in his bag with the rest of his belongings.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you Grodlar."
Westley continued in the market, walking around looking for a healer. Alas, it seemed when he finally found one, they were too expensive for him to pay for. He headed towards the stables of the town, stopping occasionally to spit out the mouthful of spit he had. Stride's UFO, however, flew off to find Tugrok and accompany him on retrieving the items from the blacksmith.
Will work on my post soon, also simultaneously trying to draw my own depiction of the party
@KRIEEEG
Make this idea canon by randomly inserting the abominable shit we have called music with your GM powers please. We need this in our characters lives.
Edit: THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN THE CURSE.
2nd Edit: If I can get the party drawn by someone, will we accept it as a canonical party drawing?
Make this idea canon by randomly inserting the abominable shit we have called music with your GM powers please. We need this in our characters lives.
Edit: THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN THE CURSE.
2nd Edit: If I can get the party drawn by someone, will we accept it as a canonical party drawing?
Ok lemme look at this with @Oraculum accepted.
This party consists of, but is not limited to:
- An Orc with a big ass thunder axe. @6slyboy6
- A giant beast that has a thing with an ogre.
- An Australian Half-Elf with excessive drooling and enough weapons to supply a militia. @Banana
- An Ogre with a destiny of being a Paladin. @DiZL ReloadeD
- A Goblin inventor that is narcissistic as FUCK. @Pikmin Eye
- A giant skeleton with Tourette's syndrome and loves to shout. @Turbowraith
- And a giant ass spider. @Oraculum
10/10
This party consists of, but is not limited to:
- An Orc with a big ass thunder axe. @6slyboy6
- A giant beast that has a thing with an ogre.
- An Australian Half-Elf with excessive drooling and enough weapons to supply a militia. @Banana
- An Ogre with a destiny of being a Paladin. @DiZL ReloadeD
- A Goblin inventor that is narcissistic as FUCK. @Pikmin Eye
- A giant skeleton with Tourette's syndrome and loves to shout. @Turbowraith
- And a giant ass spider. @Oraculum
10/10
Kargool the Vanillite
Valiant Village: Spirit's Guild
@Shiny Keldeo
"I guess the best thing to do is wait for my turn..." Kargool thought, as the meeting went on. After the morning meeting was over, Kargool went over to the entrance to the guildmaster's chamber and sat, patiently waiting for Spirit to return and help him register for this guild. While waiting, he thought about even if he was guild material, would his old friends in Envirolock send anyone, or would he be alone in this endeavor. He had to hope someone would come from Envirolock.
@KRIEEEG
no balls won't make shitty lewd jokes
no balls won't make shitty lewd jokes
@KRIEEEG
That sucks so much man.
That sucks so much man.
@KRIEEEG Can you post what the marketplace looks like in your next IC so I know where to go?
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