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Buddy nodded, looking around and finding a stick. He used it to write something in the mud. It was very slow and his handwriting as well as spelling could use some work. ”Helo am ur budy” He wrote down. Next in the mud he scribbled something else before his stick broke. ”Dont rmembr much no nam” Crushing the stick in his hand Buddy reached for a different one. It was by then that Pylia had returned with the tent and a large metal pot. “I’m back! Oh is Buddy collecting sticks? I’ll need them to heat up the water.”
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Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
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A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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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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Buddy nods as he tests the articulation in his hands again. The move he moved them, the more you could see that he was in a dire need of some maintenance. Rust and dirt fell from his fingers and he seemed to have some difficulty manipulating individual joints. He was strong, but not very agile it seemed. He motioned towards the camp. Then he pointed towards himself and then the river. He tilted his head as if he had asked a question.
“That’s fine, I have to head back to the camp to get a brush anyways. I don’t think I can just scratch out... Whatever is on Buddy.” The robot indeed looked rather rusted and dirty. “Just stay here for a moment 8 shouldn’t be gone for long.” Pylia soon headed back to the camp to grab the extra things. Not long after Shortfang was done washing up and had gathered all his belongings in a bundle. Teeth still chattering he looked at you. “G-g-g-gunna go n-n-now to f-fire! See ya b-b-boss!”
After Shortfang left it was just you and Buddy. He simply stood there by the edge of the river, looking at you as if expecting you to say something.
After Shortfang left it was just you and Buddy. He simply stood there by the edge of the river, looking at you as if expecting you to say something.
Shortfang had already jumped into the river and was quickly washing himself up, his teeth chattering from the cold water. Pylia seemed confused at first before slowly realizing what you might mean. “Oh! Right of course! Forgive me I... I’m so used to being by myself, I didn’t really think about... That.” Thinking quickly Pylia had an idea. “In fact, if you want some privacy and a more comfortable bath, we could head back to the camp and get the tent. I can rig it into a sort of private room for you, and if you really want I could heat up some water for you too. If you don’t mind waiting of course.”
In the duration of you and Pylia talking, Shortfang crawled out, shaking the water off of him as he dragged his armor back in to clean. Sneaking a peek you could see his naked... Nothing. He looked rather bare down there. Maybe that was just how kobolds were. In fact now that you think about it you don’t remember seeing him ever wear pants. “Brrrrrr! Wash quick, warm by fire!” Buddy remained quiet and just watched everyone.
In the duration of you and Pylia talking, Shortfang crawled out, shaking the water off of him as he dragged his armor back in to clean. Sneaking a peek you could see his naked... Nothing. He looked rather bare down there. Maybe that was just how kobolds were. In fact now that you think about it you don’t remember seeing him ever wear pants. “Brrrrrr! Wash quick, warm by fire!” Buddy remained quiet and just watched everyone.
The robot simply shrugged. Pylia smirked seeing this. “Well, it seems like he can at least emote. I was worried that he wouldn’t be able to do any form of communication. You do understand us right?” The robot nods. Now that he was active for a bit longer, he seemed more responsive. The walk out of the cave was fortunately peaceful, though it did startle Pylia and Shortfang when the door suddenly closed behind them. “Scary.” Shortfang commented. Soon they would cross the spot at the river that would lead up to the camp, and it was here that Shortfang started taking off his gear and armor. “Shortfang take bath. Cold bath!” Pylia looked to you and motioned. “We might want to do the same. If nothing else, I can use this opportunity to clean out stuff and maybe get some dirt off Buddy. Wouldn’t want the others to think we picked up a vagabond warrior.”
Pylia went over to Shortfang and helped clean the blood off of him with a cloth as the robot simply looked at you. He pointed at your ring, then pointed towards his head. Still no words. Shortfang was still smelly with blood but he at least wasn’t drentched anymore. “Ugh. Shortfang stinky!” Pylia covered her mouth as she tried to stay upwind from Shortfang. “I think that should be everything. We found this... Robot, so maybe he could help us. He is obviously strong and hasn’t done anything to harm us. I heard him say something but it sounded more like a noise than words, unless that’s just a language I don’t know. It certainly doesn’t sound like a language I know.”
The robot remained silent, but otherwise would follow your commands and come with you out of the cave should you choose to leave. Much like Shortfang the robot is also quite dirty and his axe looked in dire need of repair. It was a surprise it managed to even stay in one piece after that devastating blow. “Hmm. Needs name. Boss, what we call robot?”
The robot remained silent, but otherwise would follow your commands and come with you out of the cave should you choose to leave. Much like Shortfang the robot is also quite dirty and his axe looked in dire need of repair. It was a surprise it managed to even stay in one piece after that devastating blow. “Hmm. Needs name. Boss, what we call robot?”
After the robot’s impressive blow, you rush in and take advantage of the monster’s momentary stun, cracking the zombie across the face with your staff and throwing g a solid round house into the monster’s knee. Unfortunate just as the beast buckled, Pylia’s sacred flame smashed right into the boulder instead of the zombie’s head, foiling her attack. But that didn’t stop Shortfang who fired and arrow right into the ogre’s jaw before he bounced up to it and stabbed the beast right in the armpit, straight to the heart. “Pew! Stinky!”
But it wasn’t over for the ogre just yet. Despite all of the damage, he was able to remain standing, and he was about to drop that giant boulder into you! But Shortfang wasn’t going to let that happen. “NO YOU DONT!” In a surge of draconic fury Shortfang pulled his blade out from the pits of the undead, climbing up his back and stabbing his sword through its neck. Hanging on from there Shortfang tossed his unloaded crossbow aside as he drew the bandit’s shortsword and hacked the blade into the ogre’s neck. “FALL!” The little guy roared as he pulled the ogre backwards. Thanks to his poor posture and being very top heavy, even a little guy like Shortfang could mess with the ogre’s balance as he fell over. Shortfang was able to then pull his blades out from the ogre just in time to decapitate it, and the monster’s own giant rock crushed him into a disgusting red paste. Shortfang quickly turned his back as he was splashed with ogre gore. Fortunately for you the robot extended his rather broad axe in front of you to shield you and your outfit from the same splash of blood.
But it wasn’t over for the ogre just yet. Despite all of the damage, he was able to remain standing, and he was about to drop that giant boulder into you! But Shortfang wasn’t going to let that happen. “NO YOU DONT!” In a surge of draconic fury Shortfang pulled his blade out from the pits of the undead, climbing up his back and stabbing his sword through its neck. Hanging on from there Shortfang tossed his unloaded crossbow aside as he drew the bandit’s shortsword and hacked the blade into the ogre’s neck. “FALL!” The little guy roared as he pulled the ogre backwards. Thanks to his poor posture and being very top heavy, even a little guy like Shortfang could mess with the ogre’s balance as he fell over. Shortfang was able to then pull his blades out from the ogre just in time to decapitate it, and the monster’s own giant rock crushed him into a disgusting red paste. Shortfang quickly turned his back as he was splashed with ogre gore. Fortunately for you the robot extended his rather broad axe in front of you to shield you and your outfit from the same splash of blood.
Your unarmed strike surprisingly does hit. Go ahead and roll Damage for it. I’m heading to bed, tomorrow I’ll be likely posting at work without my PC, so I won’t have maps unfortunately.
The robot hefted it's axe in both hands as it looked from you towards the zombie ogre. It moved slowly forward towards the ogre, with very solid and deliberate steps as it brushes pass Pylia and Shortfang who watched with some awe as the mechanical being made some sort of unidentifiable gibberish sound. But whatever it was saying caused his axe to become wrapped in some sort of sonic energy as he swung right into the gut of the zombie ogre with an upwards swing. You'd remember seeing Ferric preform a similar attack against that hobgoblin he split in twain when you first saved him. But somehow this machine did more than just that; not only did his axe cleave a very clean and massive hole through the zombie ogre, but a sonic boom occurred, shocking the body of the ogre back a bit, as well as a bright flash of light exploded from the point of impact. Yet despite how much damage the robot just did to the ogre, to the point that it's guts were spilling out onto the floor, the ogre was still standing and didn't even seem in pain. If zombies could even feel pain.
As you slip on the ring you suddenly have a flash of visions. You see a squat, ugly child crying in a muddy corner in a dark room before a door opens revealing light and a gentle silhouette. The vision changes to two young men sparing each other in an open field using wooden swords, before they suddenly grow older, wearing military like uniforms and using real swords. Then it changes once more, now the two young men are in full plate armor, standing side by side as they fought against evil looking foes armed with terrible looking weapons and vicious armor. Just as they jump into battle the scene changes. The ugly child, now and older and frankly not very flattering man laid on a bed, his arm missing and his head wrapped in bandages. A woman approached holding a red stone in one hand and a knife in another. The final vision shows a mysterious yellow armored robot standing on a cliff side overlooking g a grand city.
All of this happened in less than a second. As for the machine a whirling noise could be heard from his body as steam hissed from the strange vents on his back. His joints creaked and groaned as he started to move. His eyes began to glow red as he stood up, grasping the axe in his hand. He looked directly at you, almost sinister. And then the lights turn green.
However there was no time for introductions. Just as soon as the mysterious machine awoken, you could see one of the rocks begin to crack and shift. Plus anf Shortfang moves to a defensive position as they saw a large, hulking ogre rise from underneath the stone. However he surely was not alive, with rotting flesh and puss seemed wounds that have never healed. The brute lifted the boulder he wielded over his head with frightful ease, threatening to use it to crush the adventurers. He roared at the party as Pylia snarled back. “Zombie ogre!”
Roll initiative!
All of this happened in less than a second. As for the machine a whirling noise could be heard from his body as steam hissed from the strange vents on his back. His joints creaked and groaned as he started to move. His eyes began to glow red as he stood up, grasping the axe in his hand. He looked directly at you, almost sinister. And then the lights turn green.
However there was no time for introductions. Just as soon as the mysterious machine awoken, you could see one of the rocks begin to crack and shift. Plus anf Shortfang moves to a defensive position as they saw a large, hulking ogre rise from underneath the stone. However he surely was not alive, with rotting flesh and puss seemed wounds that have never healed. The brute lifted the boulder he wielded over his head with frightful ease, threatening to use it to crush the adventurers. He roared at the party as Pylia snarled back. “Zombie ogre!”
Roll initiative!
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