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3 mos ago
Current Of course you think I’m disrespectful because I don’t tolerate you disrespect for me.
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11 mos ago
Ah Diet Racism; try to look neutral and not picking a side, questioning why others aren’t neutral while ignoring the assholes and racists.
1 yr ago
Leave it to the government to be so inefficient that they can’t make money selling weed.
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2 yrs ago
I'm going to Disney World.
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2 yrs ago
For all whom it may concern, laptop got fried, so I'm stuck on a cell to work on posts and shit.

Bio



If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.

I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.

As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.

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The eating suddenly stops as you hear some movement in the back. But what you see coming out... Wasn’t human. You saw an eyeball on a long stock look at you before it’s pupil became small, and suddenly it followed by a booming, almost song-song like voice. “CUUUUSTOMERS!” Squeezing through the opening was a large abomination that stunned your three companions silent. His many eyes looked over everyone while his singular eye was lookin at you. “OH IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE I HAVE HAD CUSTOMERS! COME IN COME IN, YOU MUST BE ADVENTURERS. ARE YOU HERE FOR TRADE OR APPRAISAL? OH I CAN ALREADY TELL YOU HAVE QUITE THE TREASURES!” The monster looked closer at everyone, causing Shortfang to aim his crossbow at it, though the monster hardly seemed concerned despite one of his eye stalks being inches away from the arrow.

“AH IS THIS KOBOL BONECRAFT I SEE? YES YES QUITE INGENIOUS CONSIDERING THEIR LIMITED SUPPLIES, THOUGH ARROWHEADS OF THESE DESIGN ARE BETTER FOR HUNTING GAME AND SOFT TARGETS RATHER THAN HEAVIER PLATE. OH YES THE HUMAN DESIGN IS SO BORING BUT IT CANNOT BE DENIED FOR ITS PRACTICALLY.” Another few eye stalks were examining Pylia, causing her a great amount of discomfort due to how closely they were looking at her, almost like they were going to wrap around her body. “OH IS THIS A MADRAN CALVARY CLUB? AMAZING! ONLY ONE-HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO EXIST IN THE WORKD NOW, WITH COUNTLESS IMITATIONS, BUT THIS IS A LEGITIMATE COPY! I WOULD GLADLY BUY OR TRADE FOR THIS!” And lastly there was Buddy, who was actively trying to stay away from the eyes but they could follow him all throughout the room without the monster moving an inch. “OH MY OH MY OH MY I HAVE NEVER IN MY FOUR-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-TWO YEARS OF EXISTENCE SEEN A SPECIMEN LIKE THIS ONE OH CERTAINLY NOT! GOLEMS I AN FAMILIAR WITH AND MAGICAL CONSTRUCTS ARE NOT UNUSUAL BUT THIS CREATURE IS UNLIKE ANY BEFORE! I WOULD GLADLY TRADE HIM FOR ONE IF MY FINEST ITEMS OR PERHAPS THIRTY-THOUSAND GOLD PIECES, AN HONEST PRICE DO YOU NOT AGREE MISS....?”
You open the door and find it to be unlocked. You’re hit with a blast of fresh, cool air, like you’re coming into a room with air conditioning. Peeking inside you see the room is brightly illuminated by a strange blue crystal, and there’s a counter in the room. Opening it some more you could see another room adjacent to this one, and three suits of armor standing on the opposite side of the room. There’s a stuff boar’s Head next to a door to your left.

This room looks, smells, and feels nothing like the sewers. Looking up you could even see a little bell that would’ve alerted anyone that you opened the door, however by moving it slowly the bell does not jingle. You could gear the sounds of someone eating coming from the back room.
This door looked like a regular door, meant for human sized folks. If Green Eyes was as big as the crocodiles you saw before, there’s no way he would fit through here without breaking the wall. And aside from the blood stains, there wasn’t really anything else on this door as far as traps or signs of entry. Though it was still strange how there was a dead body here.

Everyone seemed to have a comment on the door. “I’m not sure what’s on the other side, but if I had to guess it killed this trog. Might not be friendly.” Pylia says. “Enemy of Enemy friend, yeah? Plus nice door. Solid, safe! We knock, say hi?” Shortfang spoke out. Buddy wrote his thoughts on a page of his journal. ”Its a lead. Might take us to Grn Eye.” ultimately however they were waiting on you to make the decision. They were all ready for trouble if it showed up.
You may roll me an investigation check for the door
With everything set, the party sets out into the sewers to find Green Eyes. There wasn’t much of a lead to follow, but how hard could it be to find a giant crocodile? Turns out, quite a bit. Though most of the tunnels were rather small, it was a veritable labyrinth of pipes, waterways, and drains. It didn’t help that Shortfang doesn’t know this part of the underground; all he could tell was that there were no kobold signs. This might actually be deep into trog territory.

It took about an hour before the party eventually finds something interesting. Going down a corridor you would notice a huge pool of blood and two halves of a troglodyte in between them. But oddly enough also near said pool of blood, in fact right in front of it, was a rather well made door. Many of the doors you e found down here where either simple bar doors, moldy wooden ones, or heavy stone and bronze. But this door appeared to be made of some find hardwood with brass accents. There was even a legitimate doorknob and a knocker, instead of just a handle. The creepiest thing about this door however was the strange ornament on top of it though; some sort of four-pointed star, but it had what looked like a bronze eye at the center that almost looked like it was following you, though you know this is just a trick of perspective.
Cool, I’m going to bed and I got work tomorrow, but some stuff is about to happen. Before that though please roll me a survival check to navigate these sewers. It’s a group one so I’ll be adding your results to a total, dividing it by four, and seeing if you beat the DC in my head.
Your last comment just got a smirk from the both of them. "Oh honey... We're an orc and drow. Humans give us a hard time. We'll be fine." Yorik looked to the kobolds who seem quite intimidated by him. Even the ones riding the crocodiles seem to be hiding behind their mounts. "If dey got issues, I'd gladly listen to em! If dey got da guts ta speak ta me! Gha ha ha ha!" This just got another smack from Aisha. "Enough! Like it or not, we're here to help. Yorik, see if you can't teach them some combat basics. I'll work with who I can to prepare this place for battle. Oh, one more thing: Based off this information you gave us, there's a good possibility that if we can do enough damage to the trogs, their leader might have to make an appearance on the front line himself. Troglodytes respect nothing more than strength, but if they suffer heavy losses they will blame their leader, thinking he's hiding behind his fodder." Yorik gave you a bit grin that was half happy, half deranged. "Basically, leave no survivors! When dem nasties realize wot dere up against, dey either gunna break or make their boss get off his lazy arse and fight! Heh, if we're real lucky, maybe dey kill dere boss demselves!" Rolling her eyes, Aisha left to work with the remaining kobolds to fortify the base while Yorik left to train the militia.

Gathering their things Pylia made inventory and handed out some potions, one for her, two for Shortfang, one for Buddy, and two for you. Unfortunately the medicine on the cloth they used coming here was dried up now, so it wasn't going to be of much help against the smell. "Troglodytes radiate a wretched stench naturally. I'm sure you might've noticed it when you fought them. Their odor is so terrible it's sickening... I wish I had more antitoxins, but I'm only good for three more spells, so I need to save them for battle, and healing a distant second." Buddy hefted his axe into his hands, counting on his fingers before raising one finger up. He then wrote in his journal what he was trying to say. "1 smite" Shortfang loaded a bolt into his crossbow, as well as his light crossbow. "Shortfang fresh and ready for fightin! Let's go! Grey Scale says that tunnel to Green Eyes!" Shortfang pointed towards the south-most tunnel on the east side, the opposite from where they arrived.
The tension in the air was thicker than the foul sewer stench. Many kobolds could not sit still as they were doing their best to prepare for the worse when those troglodytes arrive. Many were trying to build fortifications or weapons, some practicing with mixed success. It was obvious that many of these kobolds were not trained in fighting. They constructed barriers and weapons well enough, but if they needed to defend themselves, it would not end well for them. Pylia focused intently on her potion making using the ingredients Skinwalker gave her. After a few experimental potions to test their potency, she was able to make four healing potions, thanks to the potency of the ingredients.

Skinwalker herself busied herself with her tanning and crafting herself. Surprisingly enough, it seemed like she also had access to dyes and other textiles than just hides; she had a whole other tent dedicated to those. What she was making was hard to see, but she was making some sort of white cloth... Before too long however there's a ruckus by the entrance as the doors open, and suddenly Syfr lands nearby and hoots at you. Pylia comes out with the potions as Buddy follows her. "Looks like they're here! Let's go Sylvia." Pylia says as she and Buddy heads out to the front.

When you arrive you see Yorik and Aisha. Yorik had a wide grin while Aisha had a cloth wrapped in front of her face, likely to mask the scent as well. "We got yer letter kid! Hah ha ha! Ain't even a day and ya already found trouble and hot on dem Elysium gits!" Aisha smacked Yorik's chest though he didn't seem to notice. "Silence you oaf! We don't have any definitive proof of their involvement yet. But yes, we have received your message, Sylvia. Shor sent us as we're the only ones with darkvision. He and the others have gone to castle to inform of the Seneschal of the troglodyte threat and to see if he can receive some reinforcements, but I doubt it will come quickly or today. If things are as bad as your letter implies, we may not even have time bring guardsmen down here before those vermin overrun this settlement and secure a stronger foothold into the docks." Yorik just spat and snorted, taking his warhammer off his belt and giving it a few testy swing. That's when the chain suddenly appeared and turns out his hammer is actually a flail. "Basically, she's saying we gotta go crush heads now, rather den later! Looks like ya got sum lads ere ready fer a scrap already. Leave it ta me an da elf 'ere ta fortify dis place, make it nice an ready fer da next fight. Ye do wot ye gotta do and we'll make sure dis place is ready fer ya when you come back!"
Let's see, I know she made three antitoxins for the waterfall altar. Then a potion or two while they were still in Cassari, and I think another potion at the base camp. So six total, three which were health potions, and I think you used one during the fight against Garruk, so two healing potions. Cool.
You wouldn't happen to know how many potions we actually have? I really should keep inventory better...
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