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Current ...Ok. But why does he keep it in a salt mine?
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I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something.
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BUILDING KICK! EXPLOSIOOOOOOOOON!
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27 years old today. Only three years of my 20s left. Where did all that time go?
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So apparently, if you use a tooth with a filling in it to chew toffee, the toffee can become sicky enough to pull the filling out.
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@Dark Cloud

Yeah you're still on the waiting list. I'll be bringing you in at the start of the next chapter.
Skobeloff


"You are correct," Echo said. "Have you perhaps encountered this creature yourself?"

Skobeloff shook his head. "Yeah... I probably wouldn't be standing here if I had." The Trickster said. "I ran into one of its victims already. She's okay now, but she's a bearded dragon, and it still beat her anyway. So yeah, being strong won't help us much. What we really need is to be smart."

"Our friend Alpin can tell you far more than I can." Echo stated. "After all, it was the brownies who first encountered this being, which is how they ended up in their current state."

Skobeloff listened to Alpin's words intently as the brownie explained the origins of the threat they faced. Paying careful attention to every detail as the story unfolded. "What happened then?" Skobeloff asked when Alpin paused after mentioning that the strange black dragon woke up.
Took me longer than it should have, but I finally managed to get a post up. Everyone please welcome Candy to the game.
@RBYDark
The drive to the studio is largely uneventful by the standards of the city you live in. You drive past a vampire charming a meal out of a pretty face one moment, a werewolf stalks you as you pass through a neighborhood it has claimed as its territory the next, but nothing gets in your way though. The only noteworthy event that actually effects you is when you pull into the parking lot of the abandoned Shakes dance studio. As you do so, you notice another car pulling in through the entrance opposite the one you're pulling in through.

@XxFellsingxX
You finish your preparations and head out to the car, Trinity has already started it up so you are nice and safe from the chill of the night when you climb in. Aside from Trinity being indecisive over which radio station she wants to listen to, nothing much happens on the ride. Occasionally, you would catch glimpses of the city's goings on. The day shops closing their doors as the night shops open theirs. The occasional old timer in a beat up pick-up making a supply run or a delivery run. But nothing that immediately concerns you until you pull into the Shakes studio parking lot and see another car over at the opposite entrance doing the same.

@Guardian Angel Haruki
Your intangible form keeps pace with the car easily enough. And thankfully no one seems interested in bothering you or your friends. A few of the spectres you fly past are even varying degrees of friendly, calling out greetings or warning you to stay safe out there with Farley, Abberline, and the Trader out and about. When you arrive at the abandoned studio, you notice the other car pulling into the parking lot just as quickly as Kendra does. But from your vantage point above the car you also catch sight of a woman in the building through one of the upper level windows... As well as the man holding her at gunpoint.

@Candykane
Life can have quite the sense of humor sometimes. Take tonight for example. Within an hour of hearing Mr. Dialtone talk about Abberline Winchester on the radio, the sound of a rifle round being chambered alerted you to the presence of that very same hunter in your sanctum, armed with a high-powered, scoped, silenced, drum-fed abomination of a gun which he has pointed directly at you. He claims he hasn't come to kill you though. "I'm looking for a faerie." Abberline explains. "Perhaps you may have heard of them. Here on Earth, they are known as the Trader." Abberline pauses then to produce an empty bag labeled 'Candy'. "I have an item of theirs and I know your kind can use magic to track your prey using items they own." Abberline states as he tosses the bag to you. "You point me in the Trader's direction and I forget your choice of profession long enough for you to find a new lair. Do you find this offer agreeable?"
Skobeloff


Upon hearing Echo's words, Skobeloff breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Garrock was ok. "Okay. That's actually really good to know." Skobeloff said before turning to Shieldwing. "Uh... sorry I kinda snapped at you like that." Skobeloff apologized. He then addressed everyone in the cave as he spoke his next words. "I think I figured out what's messing up the island." Skobeloff explained, his smile straining no longer. "There's something on this island. Something dark enough to yank anyone it meets into their Shadowselves. Something strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the biggest dragons. But it's also a total coward. It won't attack unless you're all alone... or it really, really has to."
Skobeloff


"L-look, just forget about Kyte for a-" Was all Shieldwing had time to say before being interrupted.

"I have." Skobeloff snapped at his clutchmate, the Trickster's eyes alight with worry and panic as the smile on his face strained more and more with each passing second. "Now answer my question."

"Why is it a big deal if we leave Garrock alone? Of course we did, he couldn't fit in here. But it's fi-"

"No it isn't." Skobeloff cut Shieldwing off again, before turning away and looking around at the others. "If Garrock's by himself, that's really bad. We've gotta get to him. Fast."
Jub: Boy howdy, I sure do love being a normal, Maglubiyet-worshipping goblin with absolutely no scruples!


Brutrumukk: Yeah, bein' one o' Mag's lot is great...! That was a weird way to say it though... You doin' alright, booyagh? Yer sweatin' a like a rain cloud.
Brutrumukk


"I suppose yer right." Brutrumukk said thoughtfully, having also been forced to adapt to a change in lifestyle after his old gang was destroyed by adventurers. "Though I'm not sure 'ow forgettin' yer god an' yer tongue would 'elp you get by. Even in a place as weird as this." After a moment, Brutrumukk felt the fur on the shoulder carrying Jub begin to dampen. He turned to look at Jub and saw the goblin sweating bullets. "Uh... booyagh?" Brutrumukk asked in mild concern. "Is somethin' wrong?"
Brutrumukk


When Jingle Jangle clarified what she had meant, Brutrumukk's expression briefly shifted to shock before quickly turning to disgust. When the goblin the asked after the identity of her own god in confusion though, Brutrumukk's face became a masterpiece of murderous rage. The bugbear stepped forward, reaching for his morningstar as the beginnings of a bestial roar rumbled within his throat. But he stopped and went quiet when Jub spoke up to answer Jingle Jangle's question, reminding Brutrumukk that his companions were present and that the living trees outside didn't look like a fight he could win. With a frustrated growl, Brutrumukk stepped back and turned to leave before anymore could be said. "Jub an' I'll be at the raft." He said before storming out of the cave, taking his shoulder goblin with him.

Brutrumukk stomped out of the cave and back down the hill towards the raft they had arrived on, ranting to Jub in goblin as he went. "It just boggles the mind, booyagh! Absolutely boggles it! I know goblins can go a bit off track when bugbears or 'obgoblins ain't nearby to show 'em 'ow to be good an' proper, but I didn't know it could get that bad! 'Ow in the Nine soddin' 'Ells could the gods even begin to bring themselves to stomach such a pathetic excuse fer a goblin actually bein' real?!" Brutrumukk growled once more as they arrived at the raft. "But I suppose I should 'ave seen that comin'. What with 'ow weird this place is an' that weird key fetish she's got. Did you see 'ow many keys she 'ad? The fuck was up with that...? It just boggles the mind."
Gabe, a NG: *nervously laughs wondering how to difuse the situation.*


Does Gabe know goblin? That's the language Brutrumukk was speaking in just now.
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