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Current Just your average D&D nerd.
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Looking for a Shadowrun 1x1 Check details here; roleplayerguild.com/posts/5…
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I'm just a D&D junkie between DMs.
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5 yrs ago
And I'm back!
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5 yrs ago
To all my players and writing partners; Don't worry! I've not vanished or forgotten you. I've had something come up, and will be taking the rest of this week off from my RPs. See you next week!
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I'd like to call dibs on next post.

Tibor is gonna tell everyone a story, with the blessings of Kelemvor.
@Guardian Angel Haruki How long would Zin probe Tibor for information? He'd be more than happy to talk for... hours, honestly. Being from Chult, he's got tons of stories. We could do a collab, if you'd be interested.

@Dark CloudI'm assuming we'd have hours of time doing nothing but walking to talk and get to know each other, yes?
Could you delete this post, please? This member is no longer a player in this thread.

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5242186
Hope it's okay, I just inserted my roll for an incidental thing into my post, then based the rest of my description on the result.

I feel like the wide margin of quality in Tibor's music will be very heavily influenced by how appropriate the songs he chooses from his homeland will be.
Tibor walked in the back of the caravan, looking out across the plains and mountains as they passed by. The world around him was new, each plant and animal a wonder to him. Sprawling grasslands, huge mountain peaks in the distance, and a cool breeze that kept the sun from roasting his head. Even the evergreens, something common place to most, had the tortle stopping to take a moment and admire them.

Where others were guarded, Tibor himself felt calm and at peace. With such sprawling grasslands around them, how could any beast hope to sneak up on them? Though their party was not large, they had beasts to pull their goods, a rare thing in his homeland. Each cloud overhead was a reminder that he was not under the vast canopies of the jungles that covered his home, that he was not surrounded by the monsters and undead which had been a constant in his life until that point.

He was so at peace, he felt comfortable bringing out his flute. As the group walked, he would play a melody from his homeland.
(Roll for flute-playing: 13)
It was not a rousing song, nor was it of particular note. Foreign, perhaps, but that was all there was to it. The sound of the air blowing through the thin tube, conjuring a melody that reminded him of the flickering of leaves from palm trees on the beach, was as much of his home as he wanted just then.
Looks like we'll need another player, then. Shame to see Pug go, as he's quite good with the rules, but it seems I wasn't going to be running the game the way he's used to.
As I know you may be wondering, your third will be a good ol' boy by the name of Jesse.

Jesse is a classic, (American) southern style motor-head. He's into cars with big engines, working on cars with big engines, big guns, hunting with big guns, and spending time with his sweet heart.

He may or may not also be a mix between Joe Dirt and the Fonz.
So, did we just give up on the chatzy?
I'm in the back, keeping watch behind us.
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