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“Ah, so you saw that? We’ve been getting a lot of reports about that too. Do you mind coming with us to our station so we can get a witness statement?” The guard said in a calm tone. The other two seemed to be looking around as the other guards started to approach, having finished their questioning. “We have reason to believe these kobold sightings and the Mimic Attack might be related, so we’re gathering all the information we can get.”
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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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You make your group turn back around, though the prisoners obviously weren't too cooperative. They started making demands about where you were taking them and generally being difficult. They were causing a bit of a disturbance, forcing Buddy to grab on by the face to silence him, dragging him and the others into an alleyway while Pylia and Shortfang did their best to keep them from getting away. However the guards noticed this ruckus and came over to investigate. Your friends moved quickly to get the gangsters somewhere away from prying eyes but before you could follow them one of the guards shouts towards you. "Oi! You there, the lass in red! Wait one moment, we have questions for you!" Three of the guardsmen came over, nonthreateningly but they still outnumbered you and hand their hands resting on the hilt of their short swords. "We've received word of kobold activity in the market, causing a bit of a disturbance. They've been attacking shops and other places, often ones visited by a kobold disguised as a small child or person. Have you seen anyone like that?"
Ooooh nuts. Well this’ll be interesting. Btw, happy Thanksgiving if that’s a thing ya do! Post up eventually.
Stealth check please~
With evidence in hand your team leaves the docks, the gang bound together by ropes, and head towards the Ingot District to turn the criminals in over to Aisha. However there was one final obstacle in your way. As you were about to leave the docs district you could see a group of guardsmen asking some questions to various commoners and merchants. Your sharp eyes could see that they had Lightning Company emblems. There were about eight of them, each one looking rather gruff but clean shaven. They were blocking the main path into the Ingot District.
With the criminals secured you do a sweep of the brewery. Aside from the area you fought in which appeared to be some sort of store front, the back room had various seats, makeshift bedding, a fireplace, table, and a single cabinet. It was likely here that Dinah had eavesdropped upon the two criminals from before. There was a small banquet of food on the table including a half eaten chicken, a bowl of salad, and warm loaves of bread, as if you had disrupted their meal time.
Looking through the various things you don’t find much unusual at first. The cabinet stores some dry food and spices while most of the bedding only had a few coins or daggers hidden underneath the pillows. One couch like seat had a wood-bound book containing lewd elven images inside of it. But there was also a bronze key here, taking this key you’d also find, with a bit more looking, That there was a trapdoor underneath the cabinet. It was locked however your key would allow you to open it easily, revealing a small underground cellar of sorts. Here there was more things of interest.
It was fairly small, containing only a table and bed. On the table was a few books and what appeared to be an alchemy set. Many small vials and pellets sat on the desk, perhaps explaining where the smoke grenade came from. The books seemed mostly to be about alchemy but another appeared to be a ledger or some sort. In it was the names of the gang, their weekly pay, finances about the gang, and more importantly a tangible link to Erendal: notes about payment for a man named Patches by a benefactor named E. Finally lookin underneath the bed you find a small chest hidden on the underside f the bed. Inside it contains four bottles which you recognize as Dragon’s Spit and four small white balls, similar to the one the gang leader threw down. There was nothing else of note here.
Looking through the various things you don’t find much unusual at first. The cabinet stores some dry food and spices while most of the bedding only had a few coins or daggers hidden underneath the pillows. One couch like seat had a wood-bound book containing lewd elven images inside of it. But there was also a bronze key here, taking this key you’d also find, with a bit more looking, That there was a trapdoor underneath the cabinet. It was locked however your key would allow you to open it easily, revealing a small underground cellar of sorts. Here there was more things of interest.
It was fairly small, containing only a table and bed. On the table was a few books and what appeared to be an alchemy set. Many small vials and pellets sat on the desk, perhaps explaining where the smoke grenade came from. The books seemed mostly to be about alchemy but another appeared to be a ledger or some sort. In it was the names of the gang, their weekly pay, finances about the gang, and more importantly a tangible link to Erendal: notes about payment for a man named Patches by a benefactor named E. Finally lookin underneath the bed you find a small chest hidden on the underside f the bed. Inside it contains four bottles which you recognize as Dragon’s Spit and four small white balls, similar to the one the gang leader threw down. There was nothing else of note here.
Two, Hector and Johnathan. Everyone except Tayang look queasy about it.
Buddy and Shortfang would keep and eye and weapon ready at the criminals as Pylia helped stabilize their wounds. They would live, barely, as everyone except the two who surrendered were in no condition to do much fighting. “They’ll live, but a lot of them will be limping. Go ahead and look around, we’ll keep an eye on these guys and make sure they don’t try anything.” Pylia slapped ghebside of her Warclub against her hand like you’d expect a prison guard to hold a billy club. Shortfang stood on a barrel with his crossbow aimed at the bound prisoners ready to shoot any of them while Buddy stood by the door with his axe in hand. The brigands were quiet and would refuse to speak to you if you tried.
At your command, your men move the beds out of the way and ready themselves for battle. As the trapdoor is opened you are immediately hit with a wretched stretch like that of a thousand rotten fishes. It’s a surprise a smell this horrid hasn’t leaked from below. Many of your men begin to puke, with only a few who could stomach the odor. “Disgusting...” You could heat Tayang said. He was able to suppress a gag. “Smells like a plague down there...”
You could see a ladder descend into the darkness and the sound of water sloshing around. Seems like it was partially flooded which would explain the soupy smell. Some of your men struggle to retain their balance but they are ready to follow you nonetheless.
You could see a ladder descend into the darkness and the sound of water sloshing around. Seems like it was partially flooded which would explain the soupy smell. Some of your men struggle to retain their balance but they are ready to follow you nonetheless.
You crack the orc across the jaw, breaking his tusk as you knee him in the chest. Though his armor helped prevent the first blow from hurting too much, you pulled his body down so that your knee would jab right into his sternum, causing him to fall onto his knees in pain. As he sees his men going down the boss of the gang backs away. “Ah shit. Shit shit shit fuck it! Everyone scram!” The brigand took out a small white sack as he tossed it into the ground, creating a giant white smoke screen.
As the cloud blocked your vision you felt something push past you. Instantly you lasted out, striking the body as your friends also attacked. You saw a flash of light from Buddy’s blade cut into the man while Shortfang stabbed him with an arrow. Just as he reached the door he ran out only to get smashed in the chest by Pylia. “Where do you think you’re going?” She swing at him again, but he was able to easily avoid the swing as Pylia’s club smashed into the wall. It looked like he was about to try and make another run for it when suddenly the silver sword flew in from behind and stabbed him in the thigh. As he shouted out in pain, Shortfang threw a net at him and then shot out his out knee, sensing the gang leader down onto the ground.
“Stop resisting! Put your weapons down or we’ll be forced to kill you!” Pylia shouted at the last two thugs. As the smoke began to clear you could see that they had indeed dropped their weapons, with Buddy poised to hack them down if they try and make a move. “Cuff em Sylvia. I’ll make sure they don’t bleed out on us.”
As the cloud blocked your vision you felt something push past you. Instantly you lasted out, striking the body as your friends also attacked. You saw a flash of light from Buddy’s blade cut into the man while Shortfang stabbed him with an arrow. Just as he reached the door he ran out only to get smashed in the chest by Pylia. “Where do you think you’re going?” She swing at him again, but he was able to easily avoid the swing as Pylia’s club smashed into the wall. It looked like he was about to try and make another run for it when suddenly the silver sword flew in from behind and stabbed him in the thigh. As he shouted out in pain, Shortfang threw a net at him and then shot out his out knee, sensing the gang leader down onto the ground.
“Stop resisting! Put your weapons down or we’ll be forced to kill you!” Pylia shouted at the last two thugs. As the smoke began to clear you could see that they had indeed dropped their weapons, with Buddy poised to hack them down if they try and make a move. “Cuff em Sylvia. I’ll make sure they don’t bleed out on us.”
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