MonsieurShade

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

Nah...i'm good. *takes off into the stratosphere*

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Jacque grimaces as he hears the chaos outside and pops his knuckles, "Goblins...isn't that just fucking lovely." he growls as he moves away from the spreading flames of the tavern wall. He can feel his headache starting to return after he paid good money to have it soothed. The damper exits the tavern and looks around at the havoc being wrought by the goblin and snarls loudly in challenge. He intends to beat any goblin that comes his way to death, but not for the sake of the town. His reasons for wanting to beat the goblins to death come down to two simple things: they made his headache return, and they may have something of value on them since goblins are wont to loot things.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

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I'm just gonna go...
*leaves the scene via jetpack*

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

What the fuck did I just walk in on? I step out for a few hours and come back to drunken passed out men.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

1. "Can you tell me the date which you came to the Colony? (Between 2018 and 2024)"
"U-uh um...twenty-twenty around April I think. Can't really remember the exact day.
2. "What is your name?"
"It's Dimitri. Dimitri Santos"
3. "Your gender?"
"Male."
4. "How old are you?"
"Hadn't really thought about it since the outbreak...let's see, it's twenty twenty four now, so that puts me at twenty nine."
5. "What is your height?"
"Six feet, four inches"
6. "What is your weight?"
"Ninety four kilos. You know it's kind of funny...I used to be ninety eight kilos before this all started. Guess running for your life and missing a couple meals'll do wonders for weight control..."
7. "Give us some physical descriptions for us to keep record of you with. Be as truthful as you can."
"Well...i'm bi-racial, half african american, half latin-american to be exact. light brown skin, curly black hair, brow eyes. My facial features are average; slightly round face, high cheekbones, small nose. No facial hair to speak of outside of a goatee. As far as body types go i'm no Mr.Universe, I mean, i'm muscular but I still have some thickness in the midsection. I guess you could say i'm bearmode fit."
8. "Do you have any family or friends in The Colony already?"
"Not to my knowledge."
10. "Did you come here alone?"
"I've got my dog Brutus with me. Rhodesian ridgeback, about three years old. Can I have him back by the way? You guys took him when I came for the this...what is this by the way, a screening process?
11. "What did you do before the...'war'"
"I'll uh...i'll just assume this is a screening process. Well...I did a lot of farm work in the summer for my grandfather until I got out of high school, did a stint as a bouncer for a few clubs during college since i'm a pretty big guy and it was decent money. Speaking of college, I was majoring in botany- specifically plant ecology."
12. "What skills do you hold?"
"I'm a relatively decent shot with a rifle: Since my grand dad's farm saw a lot of coyotes, deer, and the odd feral hog I was taught how to shoot them. I also know how to dress a kill since he didn't like leaving good meat to rot. I can also grow and care for crops and livestock if I'm supplied with the right tools. I'm alright in a brawl too I guess, nothing to write home about, but being a big guy means I have a lot of weight to throw into a punch."
13. "Why should we let you in?"
"Well...I can help grow food, maybe defend the colony too."
14. "Did you bring any firearms with you when you came to The Colony? And don't lie, we will be searching your things."
"Yeah, two. A Remington 750, and a sig sauer p226- look can I please have my dog back?
15. "what are you willing to do to stay inside these walls?"
"Look man, i've done some really bad things to get here. I already know that if there's a hell then i'm going there when I die. Whatever you need me to do, consider it done. I may not like doing it, but hey, that's life, right?"
"Thank you for your time, we will get back to you when we decide what to do with you"
"W-wait, my dog!"
The old man walks off leaving you in the dark room. You would sit here for 12 hours before being moved into the barrier city.

State of Heroes and Villains

Adrian flinched and snatched up a sharp piece of rubble when an explosion occurred several yards away from him. At first he started looking around wildly, ready to attack or defend depending on the situation, however the moment Deadpool's voice reached his ears he groaned in aggravation and dropped his improvised weapon. "Oh great, he's here." He sighed before returning to his search. Adrian wasn't particularly fond of Deadpool, although the same could be said for a lot of people considering the Merc-with-a-mouth's antics.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

Five hundred million gold. Five hundred fucking MILLION gold. Adrian almost dropped his cigar as his mind struggled to process what he would be able to do with that sort of money. Adrian looked over to the goblin that addressed him and attempted to agree, however all that came out was "That's a lotta zeros". The dragonborn shook his head to clear his thoughts and grinned at the goat that hired him, "I'd ask where on earth you acquired this much wealth, but i'm inclined to agree with that Overgoat fellow. You my shade wearing friend, have just made a powerful friend." he stated before giving a half bow.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

Adrian rolled his eyes at Phoenix' short temper and removed another cigar from the inside of his jacket "For someone that claims not to care, you sure do seem to be getting worked up there." he stated offhandedly as he produced a slightly worn zippo and lit the cigar. "Come to think of it-" The dragonborn began before blowing smoke out of one of his nostrils, "If you really don't care, then why did you bother making a comment in the first place?". Adrian stared somewhat condescendingly at Phoenix before snapping his lighter shut and tucking it back in his pocket, "Not trying to be all that rude here, but it just doesn't make sense when you stop to think about it, now does it?".

The Many Adventures of the Life Guards (Shade and Diz)

S'all good Dizzy, I'm down for whatever. The important thing here is that you're handling whatever's stressing you most to the best of your abilities and are comfortable. Stuff like this is and always will be secondary.

State of Heroes and Villains

Adrian moved through the rubble at a slow but steady pace as he attempted to find and dislodge any students trapped amongst the ruined school. His jacket was beginning to look like someone unfit even for a hobo as with every other new person found, he'd been forced to tear pieces off to either cover a bleeding wound or tie into a tourniquet before having the less injured students help their schoolmates to the medical tent. More than a few times he caught wind of another person's scent and started to dig, only to become crestfallen as he either caught the scent of death below the rubble or in two cases, unearthed the body of someone whom had died very recently. As of yet Adrian had not unearthed someone just in time to see them take their last breath, however whether or not that was a good thing was something he was not sure of. Adrian sat back on his haunches and wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead before he went back to work. His nails were starting to chip, and his fingers and palms where bleeding thanks to several misplaced grips on a sharp bit of rubble or broken glass, but he could wait to be seen. There were yet more people to find, and he'd be damned if he stopped for something as trivial as a few cuts.