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The Legend of Zelda, Descendants of the Hero

@CAS1006
If you would please be as kind as to point out which of the characters are Sheikah, I'd appreciate. As of yet I've seen a number of Hylians, Twili, and Half-Hylians. Didn't catch a Sheikah in the mix, thought it was quite overlooked. Maybe I missed something; if you could site an existing one in the roster I'd be grateful.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Ambiguous, eh? Sounds very mysterious. I'm in.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Hey, quick question. I can't seem to find it in the storyline, but exactly what is Mr. Wizard paying us for playing bodyguard?

The Legend of Zelda, Descendants of the Hero

@Near
Yes, my character was accepted by the GM, by way of a series of private messages. I was given a specific suggestion of where and how to post by said GM, who didn't seem to give a rat's hindparts that it was not posted in the OOC. Quite the contrary, I was asked politely to stick it directly into the CS section and immediately post.

If your character has not been given an "in" yet, that sounds like something that you and the GM should talk about privately; much as you should have to confirm or eradicate your suspicions that I'm jumping in uninvited. (The short answer on that one is NO.)

My sincerest if this cramps your creative streak.

EDIT
@SiliconColt Oops, beat me by one minute.

The Other Guys

@Silver Carrot
Let's take this to PM. I'll start.

The Other Guys - Heroes Gone Sideways

Still on the lookout for one or two more active players to kick this off properly. We have old ladies that need help crossing the street, and they need persons of power and determination to make sure they don't go against the lights.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"To be fair, those who slip away in the night tend to pay themselves from others expenses. But as this seems to be over in a day, and he vouches for you, Come along and keep Up. I am Raa Tel'Nimras."

@knighthawk

Keystone's professional demeanor cracked for a moment, and he smiled at the Half-Orc's unexpectedly articulate observation. He reached out and gave his new comrade's shoulder a playful shove.

"Yeah, that they do." he mused, smile broadening a bit, then fading into a fairly sour face as if remembering a specific incident exemplifying that very statement. He shook his head and continued, "But men like us don't go for that cobyankery, eh? Professional, and whatnot? Tell ya what - I'll do my best to keep up. When the fighting starts, you do the same."

As if to promote an instantaneous subject change, he immediately follows up with, "Ey, do you like mutton? Been working on something new 'round the campfire."

The Legend of Zelda, Descendants of the Hero

@CAS1006 Wouldn't dream of it. Seems rather ungentlemanly.

@ Everyone else:

My silly, mute little Sheikah's been politely (if dramatically) trying to introduce himself for three days now, and there looks to be so much else going on around us. His feelings might get hurt after too much longer.

The Other Guys

@Blackmist16
Ok, not bad. Nice concept, very Frank Miller. Couple of points:

We're going for more of a silver age, comical thing here. Trying to avoid gratuitous killing and soul collection. Foiling bad guys, maybe get your own theme music eventually. Think Adam West Batman. Guys just starting out as Heroes in a world that needs them, and they're not the flashy "A List" guys. These heroes are The Other Guys. Hokey, homespun heroics with a cheese factor of a Limburger factory explosion. Comically flawed individuals.

Come at me with something low powered and full of personality.

(and yes, Red Mage is my hero)

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Today had been an interesting day. Let’s go through the list, shall we?

Fistfights – Two.
Poorly placed wagers – One.
Available funds – Sparse.
Contracts of employment – Zero.
Times slapped by women – Two. (Well, one woman, but she slapped twice)
Odd rumors about wizard-on-wizard violence – One. But very profitable.

Having ended a contract by some textile merchant or another for the position of Grand Babysitter in charge of Really Big Bolt of Cloth Transportation Safety, and the subsequent week blowing the modest earnings therefrom, it was time to look into others venues of employment. Now, ordinarily he didn’t get involved in the affairs of wizards (he seemed to remember a piece of sage advice on the subject), but he was nearing a lean season and the promise of reward, he reasoned, would bring others. If you have to get involved, don’t go it alone. At least, where magic was concerned.

He neared the tower; the one very clearly pointed out to him by the somewhat off-putting lady at the inn he had just vacated, and took a moment to survey the surroundings. The sun said its goodbyes for the evening, the streets had quieted, for the most part. Seemed like a good enough time to start another job. Confidently but quietly, the large man strode to what he hoped would be the start of a contractual obligation (or at least the promise of gold). In the interest of being polite, he made his footsteps heavier as he approached the pair outside. The thought of this undertaking being handled by only three individuals made him wary, but money meant food and security, and he was rather short of late. As they took notice, he cleared his throat, and began speaking in a thick underclass brogue,

“Gentlemen, ‘pologies for my intrusion. I’m given to understand you’ve need of someone of my qualifications.”
He unshouldered his pack and set it down lightly, then stepped more clearly into view. He carried no obvious weapons and wore no armor, but looked like one of the largest pure humans this city had witnessed in quite some time. He unbuttoned his coat and flexed his hands, audible popping sounds issuing from scarred knuckles. His basic articles of clothing made him look more like a laborer or traveler than a mercenary; the set of his face and self-assured stance prompted the opposite.

“I’ll be brief. My name is Keystone. I don’t remember working with either of you before. I have to assume that you don’t know me, either. It’s fair obvious how I earn my keep, and I was pointed this way by a very malcontent lady what smelled like brimstone. You likely can’t do this with just the two of you, so I’ll make you a deal: If I die or slip away in the night, you don’t have to pay me. Are we good?”

He took a moment to give his companions a once-over. Half-Orc and a wizard. The Half-Orc didn’t give him much pause; obviously a warrior of some kind. This one seemed cleaner than most, so that was a plus. Besides, he wasn’t all that pretty, himself. The wizard… paid well. We’ll leave it at that for the present.

“If there’s an issue, you can tell folks you just keep me around to cook.”