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The Dungeon Delvers Guild: An experimental Rogue-like RPG

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Looks good! I had to look up what a Crocuta was, is your character a type of Gnoll then?

@Cao the Exiled

Thank you!!
Yes!✨A very giggly one ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

The Dungeon Delvers Guild: An experimental Rogue-like RPG

~Basic info~
Name: Pearl
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Species: Crocuta

Hider

=Level: 1 ]
Experience Needed: 0/100
Might: 0/4
Finesse: 0/4
Knowledge: 0/6
Charm: 0/4
Magic: 0/4

HP: 10/10

Total Armor Pool

(Finesse Die+Armor Die+Shield Die= Total Armor Pool)
Finesse Die= 1d+4
Armor Die= 1d2
Total= 1d4+1d2

~Primary Stats~
Might: 1d4
Finesse: 1d4
Knowledge: 1d6
Charm: 1d4
Magic: 1d4

~Equipment Stats~

Weapon(s): Dagger
(Cheap, Weapon, One-Handed, 1d4 Finesse)

Armor: Cloth Armor
(Cheap, Armor, Light, +1d2 Armor Pool)
Jewlery: N/A

~Traits~ N/A

~Backpack~ (empty)

~Spellbooks~ (None currently)

The Dungeon Delvers Guild: An experimental Rogue-like RPG

Finally made it! I got lost and was at the wrong place this whole time (;ﾟдﾟ)
I’ll try to catch up in some hours

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

No worries! Take all the time you need!

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

Veska StormHide

Veska moved on after seeing another had entered the tavern and paced herself over to the building. Just her luck, she felt better already. A place to sit down and rest. The subdued atmosphere was perfect for a bit of reflection. Her hooves would cry no more.

Lower, tuck it in, and turn..
With a little huff she made it past the doors. Looking for any available seats by the door, she had found one person already seated. Probably another traveler. She immediately moved along and wandered through the seating and tables. Fisherman, and some other fellow strangers.

Moving further into the tavern, Veska finally settled at a spot that seemed to offer some good distance away from the main folk around. Her back faced the wall but the door was still in view if she glanced over. Perfect. No one would trip over her tail or if she happened to test her elbow room, none should be falling over. There wasn’t a bull in a pottery shop, and if the seating could hold up her weight she was more than fine.

When the owner came around Veska briefly nodded in greeting.
“I’ll have a bowl of fish stew please, with a small porridge.”After placing a gold coin in the woman's hand Veska laced her fingers together and looked around from her seat. Her ears flicked occasionally.

Finish the Sentence, Create a Story (2.0)

There once was a fox, who collected souvenirs from near and far. The fox kept their collection stored in a pocket dimension that looked like a mimic chest. However, one of those souvenirs was more than what it seemed. It was in fact, a mimic souvenir. This small mimic souvenir resembled a singing mermaid that would lick skulls clean with their six forked tongues that molt preposterously acidic jewels. With these jewels, the mimic souvenir was rumoured to be the most powerful souvenir of all.

Until one day, the fox had an unexpected visit from his mother. She said, "wassup son, y’all look bummed out” whilst placing a freshly baked pigeon pie on the kitchen table.

The fox sighed. "My mimic chest is missing." He confined in his mother, someone had eloped with it, leaving behind only a single strand of blue hair.

His mother looked perturbed at the news, and she reached into her pocket for something. "Son, it's time you knew that a sorcerer Wyvern has been around, and left behind them a map.”…

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

Aww, it's okie!✨ Can’t force the writing process
Hopefully catch you for the next session! Or anytime in the future ^^

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

;.;

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

Veska StormHide

Cloven hooves marched through the snowy terrain. Step by step, down and forward. Closer and towards. Over and yonder. So much to see, so much to do. Veska squinted her eyes and dusted any collecting snow from off her cloaked shoulders. Maybe her other self would refer to the place as a banquet, since she was a cow in town, for dark humor.

Observing the area she thought maybe she caught it on a good day, a smooth sailing morning, workers hustling or others waking up. At least it wasn’t crowded beyond belief. Veska probably caught some attention from those around the streets, though maybe she’d be mistaken at first glance for an overgrown tiefling if she turned her head. Her horns weren’t cooperating with her hood, but oh well. She had made it this far, and was sure if she acted as proper as she could, maybe just maybe she wouldn’t get the boot or have to deal with a mob or guards. It seemed quiet enough, though sticking out like an odd fellow wasn’t always a good thing. Veska could only snort and decide what would be the next stop, away from the cold. A break was needed.

The bovine glanced down at the snow covered ground that revealed different tracks that seemed to scatter around different areas and not in uniform from walking townsfolk and wandering souls. Speaking of people, no face seemed familiar thus far, ah a clear slate.

The Minotaur decided to follow her nose to a cozy tavern. Maybe a nice fire would be just what she needed. If the doors were big enough.

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

Ahh gotcha, noice!! ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝