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4 yrs ago
Current Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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4 yrs ago
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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5 yrs ago
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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6 yrs ago
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.
6 yrs ago
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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"Ah yes, you got the stones right?" Shor asked you. Pyllia overheard and was curious. "Stones? Oh, like this one?" Pylia took out the stone they picked up from the trog. "Honestly I just thought it was a trog thing, like an effigy or something. There's also the key he had too." Pylia took out the rusty key from her pocket. Shor nods at both. "Could be useful. Let's go see Aisha." With nothing else to do here, your group would meet up with Aisha as she comes back from the front line. She reports that Kor and Cera are overseeing protection for the kobolds to Dragon's Watch while Yorik maintains the rear guard fort, though they're in the process of breaking it down to have supplies for repairs at Dragon's Watch. Seeing the whole group Aisha guessed you wanted her to check on some items. "I'm sure you've all picked up quite a bounty, so let's go somewhere where we can sit down and look it over."

The group convenes at the armory and sits around a table. It takes some time but with Pylia's and Shortfang's help Aisha is able to identify all the items within the hour. She sets aside two potions filled with a red liquid. "These are potions of healing, pretty basic level." Then she sets aside a potion with cloudy green fluid and a jellyfish-like bubble floating in it. "This is a potion of water breathing. Makes sense that one would be down here, though I'd hate to be the unfortunate soul swimming in sewer water." She then gently puts the two scrolls before everyone. "This one right here is a Scroll of Infestation. It's a cantrip level spell, very basic. Summon a swarm of insects to attack your foe and cause them to run around in a panic. And this one... Very interesting, this one is a Scroll of Find Familiar. Effectively, you can use this scroll to summon a create similar to your friend's owl." Aisha motioned towards Syfr. "Those arrows Shortfang has are enchanted with minor magic. Nothing unique, they're simply sharper to allow them to do more damage and more easily pierce armor. Every bit helps though right?" And finally there was the bag. "It seems like you all already have something similar, but this is a Bag of Holding. Very important for your typical adventurer, it allows you to put up to five hundred pounds of objects into the bag without ever feeling that weight. Just make sure you don't let it get damaged or put another bag of holding or similar object inside of it unless you like being teleported to an empty vastness of space."

Finally there were the three red stone veins. Aisha actually had to separate them with some sticks, because they seem drawn to one another. "Very curious. Alone, they hardly have a magic aura. When two are together, they seem to respond to one another but the magic is still weak. But now that I have three together, I can easily sense their magic powers." Aisha looked to Pylia who seemed nervous. "I can tell you noticed too. Powerful necromancy." Shor was concerned. "Necromancy? What the hells sort of undead abomination would this summon?" Aisha simply signed and shook her finger at the captain. "Now now captain. I understand that when you hear Necromancy, you'll think undead hordes, ghouls and vampires, and all sorts of nasty creatures. But there is also another function of necromancy. After all, Necromancy is the magic that controls death. To inflict it... Or Prevent it."

Aisha allowed the stones to converge. They slammed together and started to fit in a very intricate fashion, like seeing some sort of puzzle cube solve itself. Eventually it formed into a vibrant red stone in the shape of a heart, but an actual cardiovascular one. "Now I see what it is. I'll admit this is the first time I've ever seen one myself. But this is known as a Wakestone. You can use these stones to bring someone back from the dead. Or if you happen to have one on you when you die, it will bring you back to life, restoring damage done to your body instantly. Those Troglodytes have no idea what they had with them."
Though it's hard to hear, those sea goblins were making quite a commotion under the deck. Tayang and your men took up positions nearby, but it was Oliver who seemed to notice something off. "Captain, doesn't sound like they're coming up. Sounds like... Sounds like they're breaking stuff! What if they're trying to scuttle the ship, with us on it?" Tayang looked at you with a nod. "Would be up their alley. Knowing we're ready to kill em up here, wouldn't surprise me if these lowly dogs plan to steal what they can and escape into the depths. If we don't chase em down now, we'll loose em in the deep. How do you wanna do this captain?"
Ye. It takes them like a full action to try and just wriggle crawl away from the flames, which is slowly spreading on the deck. It at least seems like they properly fire proof the wood, as the only part that is burning is the part your crew oiled up.
Longstrider nods and stands up, clapping her hands together. "Then enough talk. The Sewer Dragons have won their homes back from their invaders, thanks to your heroic work! It is time for celebration!" Longstrider says with a big grin as a few kobolds came in barring fruit, drinks, and food. "Come to Dragon's Watch tonight, so we can celebrate our victory. We have big feast, big party, and rewards for you." Buddy tapped on the door, holding onto the egg in his arms. Longstrider's eyes widen. "By the ancestors! A dragon egg!?" She seemed so surprised that Longstrider walked up to the egg to get a closer look. "No, not a true dragon, but a wyvern still! Amazing! And those trogs had this?" Longstrider called for her guards to come over to take the egg somewhere safe. "We can take care of this for you, if you wish. Dragon eggs need a safe place to grow, like where we raise our Sewer Dragons. Of course if you want, you can take. It is your prize for battle."
The kobold nods as he looks to Longstrider. “Shortfang see vision of Calamity Dragon.” He translates this back into draconic for the older Greyscales, with Pylia providing a rough translation. But he basically tells Longstrider and the elders the same things he told you. This got them thinking as Shor stroke his beard. “I don’t have many guards under my command, or at least not as much as I’d like. I can report what happened down here to the Seneschal, see if I can’t recruit a few good men to guard the sewers. It’ll be a dirty job though. Can’t imagine many wanting to, especially since most don’t take kindly to kobolds.” Shor sighed but clutched his fist. “But I’ll do everything I can to make sure this works out.”

Longstrider raises her hand, which signals Shortfang to stop speaking. “I have heard enough. I understand... Elysium cannot be trusted. Just as well, our tribe is still in danger. But if you can promise me, and by extension our tribe, of your protection as well as our freedom, than we shall not ally with Elysium. Can you do this?” Longstrider looked at the group, but ultimately her eyes stopped at you. She wanted to hear your promise.
Soon Skinwalker departed to help some kobolds father their things go leave for Deagon’s Watch. The party would soon arrive to the Grey Scale hut though this time they allowed everyone inside, though Buddy stayed outside simply because the hut was too short for him. He peeked his head inside to listen. Longstrider took a puff from her hookah and smiled at the team. “I cannot thank you enough for what you all have done for my people. When this war began I truly feared that we would lose our homes to the troglodytes. And I cannot dent that if it were not for Shortfang and his friends, we would have all died before this week’s end. On behalf of all of our people, we thank you.”

Taking another puff from her hookah the others elders spoke, but not in a language you understood. Longstrider seemed sadden and translates. “But there is still the matter if our own protection. We lost many warriors today, and what warriors we trained are still new, even after this battle. It would take us years before we could reach the numbers like we had before, and we know dark times are coming.” This was when Shortfang spoke up in an exasperated tone.

“No join bad guys! Bad guys don’t want help Kobolds! Why not work with humies? Humies prove helpful!” Shortfang said in protest. Shor himself set his bag down and looks to Longstrider. “Not to mention, if you intend to ally with Elysium, you’ll become enemies of the city. As a watch Captain I can’t simply ignore those cultists or their allies, not after the chaos they’ve already caused.” Even Pylia pitched in her thoughts now that she was allowed to be here. “Though it may just be a conspiracy, it’s plainly obvious that Elysium created this situation to force your hand. As you said yourself, if no one helped you you all would have died. They wanted your people to suffer so that you’ll have to beg them to help you. But we are nothing like them. Shortfang is our friend and we’ll never make him accept the destruction of his people, just to save us the trouble. So please reconsider allying with Elysium.”
Is there anything else you wanted to add to your last post? Looks like it cut off at “She”.
Buddy nods, going over to the egg. It was already resting in a basket of sorts so he would have no problem holding onto it, though it was big and bulky, thus requiring both his arms. Shortfang happily took the arrows and stuffed them into his quiver. Though they wouldn't be able to fit his crossbow in their current state, you've seen him convert normal arrows into bolts before. With the loot gathered the party leaves the fortress and meets up with Aisha. Kor was also back with his team as the kobolds put out the fires and manned the walls. Aisha informed the team that Yorik went back to hold the rear while Longstrider and Cera took one of the Sewer Dragons back to Underhaven. For now, the other two Giant Crocodiles will stay here and help secure Dragon's Watch, and hopefully the kobolds will be able to settle in before long. To ensure a safe journey, Kor and his team of kobolds escorted you, Shor, and everyone else back to Underhaven, along with any wounded from the battle.

When you arrive there was a certain air of celebration for the kobolds. They were victorious this day, despite some of the loses they took. Brave warriors made sure their home was not only safe, but they regained what was lost. Skinwalker spotted her son and ran up to hug him, thanking the group for keeping him safe. "Thank you thank you! My son, safe. My son, hero. All you, hero." Skinwalker went up to you in particular, reaching for your hand so she could press it against her forehead. Shortfang helpfully explained what she was doing. "This kobold blessing! You touch kobold forehead, means you bless Kobold because you help them lots." He seemed a bit embarrassed that his mother was doing this, but he wasn't going to stop her. "Skinwalker make dress, for you. Tonight, Skinwalker find you, give dress. Okay?"
Shortfang shrugged. "Dunno! Eggs look all same to Shortfang, but this egg very hard. Still warm too, means dragon inside alive. Not Black Dragon, color off. Blue orange... Not sure what kinda dragon, but it's dragon egg!" Shortfang seemed very eager to have this. Pylia looked at it with a more worried expression. "To think, if we didn't take on these trogs earlier, they might've had a dragon on their side. A baby dragon perhaps but... That's likely why the trogs were planning on killing so many kobolds. To feed this one dragon..." Shortfang turned towards Pylia with an angry look. "Not all dragons bad! Good dragons, bad dragons, like good humies or bad humies! Lots of them! Well, not a lot of dragons. But not all bad." Shortfang tried to pick up the egg but it was far too heavy for him. Seemed like Buddy's strength would be needed here again.

Speaking of Buddy, he seemed to have found some items of interest. A large brown bag that was hanging off a rack, which had a few items in them. Curiously enough when Buddy reached into them, it seemed like it had the same sort of extra-dimensional effect as your handy Havardsack, only this bag was much bigger. He pulled out what looked like another healing potion as well as a scroll and four arrows. They seemed to have a dull glow to them. "Ah, magic arrows? I wonder who these belonged to." Pylia commented. Meanwhile Shor had gathered up the books, scrolls, and other evidence into his own bag. "With Red Stain gone, the trogs will have no leader to rally around. I doubt we'll be able to fully rid these sewers of them, but at least now they won't be organized enough to be a threat for the city. Let's head back to the others and report of our victory! Hopefully we can help the kobolds resettle into Dragon's Watch, and with this new fortress they ought to be able to fend off any further threats that come through their tunnels."
Your crew worked quickly and efficiently as they geared up for boarding. Your men grabbed their melee weapons of choices, mostly cutlasses, but your first mate was a classic dwarf who brandished two hand axes. Meanwhile the ship was moved closer as your men set out two boarding planks, allowing the group to easily board the ship. The surviving elven prisoners crawled away from the flames, looking towards the group for salvation. Tayang looked over to you as he pointed his axe at them. "What shall we do with them? Do ya want the lads to take em for ransom, or take no prisoners?" Selling people into slavery was not an unknown concept for you. Indeed, in some countries chasing down bounties, taking them alive, and then selling them to ransom brokers is an honest and legitimate business. It just so happens that those same Ransom Brokers would gladly sell off a harden criminal as much as they would some kidnapped farmer. These elves appeared to be of the sea variant, capable of deep sea exploration and such. It's not immediately obvious why they're on this boat aside from perhaps being merchants, but even so you know that each of these elves would sell for at least 20 GP each to some brokers you know.

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