YES! I am here. I was really looking forward to this one so I'm stoked that it didn't die.
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@6slyboy6
Oh lovely! I'm glad that this is back up and running!
Oh lovely! I'm glad that this is back up and running!
@6slyboy6@Snarfulblast
Tyrus nodded and took a seat across from the lumberjack as the barmaid brought him his drink. "Yes yes. I'm sure we can all stay civil." He said, thanking the barmaid with a pat on the ass as she left. "If there's a story to be had, let's hear it, mate."
Tyrus nodded and took a seat across from the lumberjack as the barmaid brought him his drink. "Yes yes. I'm sure we can all stay civil." He said, thanking the barmaid with a pat on the ass as she left. "If there's a story to be had, let's hear it, mate."
@Snarfulblast
Tyrus' brow furrowed and he looked to the dapper man with an offended look.
"Excuse me?" He said. "You do me a great disservice, sir. I'm simply trying to seek information about something relevant to my interests, not bothering anyone. It would beseech you to not just sit around being aloof and dismissive. Did your mother not teach you manners?"
Tyrus' brow furrowed and he looked to the dapper man with an offended look.
"Excuse me?" He said. "You do me a great disservice, sir. I'm simply trying to seek information about something relevant to my interests, not bothering anyone. It would beseech you to not just sit around being aloof and dismissive. Did your mother not teach you manners?"
@6slyboy6
Ah. Gotcha. Sounds good.
Ah. Gotcha. Sounds good.
@6slyboy6
Oh. So wait then do all the TTT members already know eachother from the get go? I thought this was likt the guy who got all them together. Since it sounds like he's talking about a sky scraper or something.
Oh. So wait then do all the TTT members already know eachother from the get go? I thought this was likt the guy who got all them together. Since it sounds like he's talking about a sky scraper or something.
@6slyboy6
Though the sun had not yet touched the horizon, Tyrus was adhering staunchly to his 'happy hour somewhere' philosophy and was already several pints into schmoozing the barmaids, regaling them with tales taller than ancient redwoods. He spun stories of his adventures fighting Spanish bounty hunters in the Mediterranean, and British buccaneers in Barbados. The tales were wild and fierce and he told them with such conviction that even he might believe them, waving his arms in great sweeping strikes whilst perched on a table, fending off fictitious foes. All the while, through his drink and exuberance he was completely oblivious to the barmaids obviously feigned interest.
"And then, with the waves crashing over the bough as the ship went under, I grabbed a stray piece of rigging and swung back to the safety of my ship with the Spanish gold under my arm!" He leaped from the table, stumbling as he landed, the remainder of his pint splashing onto the floor, mush to the nearest barmaid's chagrin. He righted himself and grinned at the barmaid, giving a wide smile.
"Oop." He chuckled. "Sorry about that, lass. Looks like I'm going to need a fresh pint if it's not too much trouble." He held out his mug and a couple of coins to he barmaid. She gave a strained, tight lipped smile and nodded, leaving to get Tyrus' drink.
As he waited for the barmaid to return Tyrus scanned the room, his attention being quite easily drawn to the large man who had entered some time ago who was now spinning tales of his own. Tales that quickly caught his attention. The man spoke of a great castle where even the moss itself grew gold. A place like that would be a mighty place to loot indeed.
He put on his best smile, straightened his collar and medals and ran a hand through his chocolate locks as he approached the large man extending his hand.
"Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but overhear the tales you're telling. My name is Tyrus Nobel. I'm a... self made explorer and collector and was wondering if you might be able to tell me more of this magnificent glass castle."
Though the sun had not yet touched the horizon, Tyrus was adhering staunchly to his 'happy hour somewhere' philosophy and was already several pints into schmoozing the barmaids, regaling them with tales taller than ancient redwoods. He spun stories of his adventures fighting Spanish bounty hunters in the Mediterranean, and British buccaneers in Barbados. The tales were wild and fierce and he told them with such conviction that even he might believe them, waving his arms in great sweeping strikes whilst perched on a table, fending off fictitious foes. All the while, through his drink and exuberance he was completely oblivious to the barmaids obviously feigned interest.
"And then, with the waves crashing over the bough as the ship went under, I grabbed a stray piece of rigging and swung back to the safety of my ship with the Spanish gold under my arm!" He leaped from the table, stumbling as he landed, the remainder of his pint splashing onto the floor, mush to the nearest barmaid's chagrin. He righted himself and grinned at the barmaid, giving a wide smile.
"Oop." He chuckled. "Sorry about that, lass. Looks like I'm going to need a fresh pint if it's not too much trouble." He held out his mug and a couple of coins to he barmaid. She gave a strained, tight lipped smile and nodded, leaving to get Tyrus' drink.
As he waited for the barmaid to return Tyrus scanned the room, his attention being quite easily drawn to the large man who had entered some time ago who was now spinning tales of his own. Tales that quickly caught his attention. The man spoke of a great castle where even the moss itself grew gold. A place like that would be a mighty place to loot indeed.
He put on his best smile, straightened his collar and medals and ran a hand through his chocolate locks as he approached the large man extending his hand.
"Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but overhear the tales you're telling. My name is Tyrus Nobel. I'm a... self made explorer and collector and was wondering if you might be able to tell me more of this magnificent glass castle."
@6slyboy6
Went to the comic book store and did a cosplay photoshoot with my boyfriend. Cause I'm hardcore like that.
Went to the comic book store and did a cosplay photoshoot with my boyfriend. Cause I'm hardcore like that.
@Love Me Dead
Nyteshaed laughed sharply and shook her head.
"No fuckin kidding." She said, oblivious to her roommate's discomfort. "I swore off the things long ago. Besides, dicks are fucking useless anyway. Little floppy meat tubes. Disgusting." She stuck out her tongue and made a face, sticking a finger down her throat in a mock gagging motion.
Nyteshaed laughed sharply and shook her head.
"No fuckin kidding." She said, oblivious to her roommate's discomfort. "I swore off the things long ago. Besides, dicks are fucking useless anyway. Little floppy meat tubes. Disgusting." She stuck out her tongue and made a face, sticking a finger down her throat in a mock gagging motion.
@6slyboy6
Totally read that opening in the Borderlands narrator voice.
Totally read that opening in the Borderlands narrator voice.
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