Hellion

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

“Mhm.” With a slightly amused expression upon her face, the Goliath returned a glare at the trio of wild boars in the distance, their ivory tusks catching flecks of yellow-orange ambient sunlight. Oddly enough, it was as though she could hear the beasts whispering, wondering why such a motley group of adventurers had entered their domain unannounced. Who could blame them though? The group didn’t belong there, but it was all a big game nevertheless, and so there they were, trespassing on lands that should have been left to the wilds.

As the boars vanished into the thick woodlands, Vah’lux sighed, allowing the afternoon breeze to melt away the beaded sweat along her brow, cooling her massive body in the process. On the one hand, an animal hunt would be quite favorable considering the weather conditions, wondering what the meat may taste like from a land so far away from her own. However, she suspected there would be no real food aside from their rations until their quest was completed and they had returned to the human village. But there were no guarantees in the unknown.

The woman narrowed her eyes as she continued to survey the area for anything further that may be lurking in the shadows and otherwise, following the lead of the human Paladin towards the field...

Spot check

Surveying the area for possible threats
16

Musings n' Dreams

Everyone has that one friend
They'd choose over anyone.
To talk to.
Hang out with.
It doesn't matter.
They're always the first choice.

I get any empty feeling
In the depths of my chest
When I realize
I'm not that friend
To anyone.

What Are You Listening To?

Hello!

Welcome to the Guild

The Perfect Li[f]e (Zitacamron95 & Hellion)

Joss didn’t quite take cues as you would think someone would from another who apparently didn’t want them around. However, they both had been friends for as long as could be remembered, so the Driver only assumed Olivia was merely in a foul “mood” due to work-related stress.

“Yeah, yeah.” Joss sighed, never really taking their friend all that seriously. I mean, going through boring papers couldn’t have been much fun for anyone. “You lead an exciting life.”

While they weren’t especially good at conveying their emotions, Joss had a thing for Olivia, ever since that one kiss a few years back that made things awkward, but also made them think that there could be so much more to their relationship beyond the friend zone. But it also seemed that Olivia was always busy, or simply never around, which made it much harder to actually do anything.

“I miss you, Liv.” The other finally said, fidgeting with their fingers anxiously just before the food arrived, and was set down near the edge of the table. Joss took a few sips of the coffee, making an almost sensual moaning sound as they tasted the bit of chocolate infused into the drink. “Holy shit, I am so in love with their coffee like everytime.”

Unwrapping the breakfast sandwich, Joss looked up at their friend, who apparently was still enveloped into their work, and then looked back down at the sandwich before taking a few bites. “So…” They said with a mouthful. “When are we going to hang out again?”

It had been ages since they both hung out, maybe almost a year or so, if memory served. Joss had been busy over the last year, making runs for various clients, picks-up, drop-offs, and of course, the handful of times they’d park outside a bank or jewelry store waiting to drive off with passengers who had just robbed those very places. There was never anything glamourous about their career, but it paid, and paid well nevertheless. Joss was a great driver, and their employers -as well as the competition- knew it.

Musings n' Dreams

Always a wanderer.
Walker of stars.

I am both the host
and the parasite.

And maybe it is the knowledge
that nothing is permanent
that sets this soul

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Vah'lux, watched as the priest disappeared into one of the smaller rooms momentarily, and her eyes couldn't help by glance back at the rolled up map placed into the human's hand, the one called Renault. She supposed he had been the one chosen to “lead” the group in the priests absence, which was fine by her standards, as long as the human kept his wits about him in the unknown. Overall, however, her opinion of the group was on the more positive side, sizing up each based combat prowess, chosen weapons and armor, and general disposition. The Goliath herself, while still fairly young and inexperienced regarding the world and what lies beyond the unknown lands, still retained a confidence in her own abilities as a warrior and hunter.

But she had to, as there was no other recourse.
Finally on their way, traveling under the open sky with the village to their backs was most welcomed by the Goliath, despite the wet, muddied path that went on for some time. To once again hear the ambiance of nature and feel the dampness of lingering moisture on her slate-toned skin, lifted a spirit that had otherwise begun a slow descent into darkness while caged behind iron and stone. She shook off the thoughts, however, hoping to never find herself back in such a situation again. Her people were never meant to be locked in a cage, thrown into captivity, and used for sport like they had been through the ages. Vah’lux only hoped one day soon to find her tribe, to join them in rebuilding, and help protect what future generations may come.

“Only death resides here.” The pseudo-giant spoke under her breath, slowing her pace as she surveyed the area that had been riddled with bones as far as the eye could see. There were plenty of animal remains, and perhaps those of humans as well. What could have happened here? A great battle? Natural selection?

When the group made it to the clearing, the site of the charred farm house as well as the surrounding area, put the Goliath on alert, as she clenched her glaive, ready to defend at a moments notice.

“There is much death here as there is life.” Vah’lux said loud enough to be heard by the group. “Be on guard.”

Initiative Roll (Burned Farm)

16

Cancelled.

@Lauder, definitely loving your Imp Investigator!

Hello everyone, I return after a long break.

WB to Guild, @Andromedai!

Now go do something awesome!

Musings n' Dreams

My anxiety is an axe murderer,
with a flower in its hand.

It urges me to slay myself,
with ill and poetic demand,
and bitters and salts,
and honey and malt,
grains of irreconcilability through me,
malleable like mountains,
in desert sands.