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5 mos ago
Current To everyone who has been patiently awaiting posts, my apologies. I will try to get out a round of posts today!
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7 mos ago
Sounds like it's time for me to get my handcuffs and my ballgag.
7 mos ago
Sounds like it's time for me to get my handcuffs and my ballgag.
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8 mos ago
To anyone waiting on posts from me: as some of y'all know, my place of work minorly caught on fire on Tuesday and I had to deal with that. Literally. Anyways. That's why I'm slow lately.
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8 mos ago
As a Texan, the proper spelling is "Y'all" not "ya'll." It is a contraction of "You all" not "Ya all." That's all I have to say on any of this.
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@Master Crim

Cointooth's mouth widened in a jagged grin. "Do I have owlbears on my person? No. Do I know exactly who to talk to about getting you one? Yes. I do. There's a healthy market for the beasts, though not one most know about." Cointooth took a long pull from his pipe and blew two streams of blue smoke from his large nose.

"These trinkets are for the commoners. The passersby, you know? The folks who need a little something to make their lives a touch easier. A locket that can point north, a ring that illuminates in the darkness, a hand sickle that can cut on its own... simple things. Any mage could make them, for a steep fee. But I sell them much cheaper. Much cheaper, indeed." Cointooth never lost his grin.

"But of course, for clients such as yourself, I have much deeper pockets than I seem. I've a great deal of items that can be of interest to mages and their like. Especially those with Specialty Interests."
Cointooth heard the voice and immediately recognized it. He'd sold that guy... what was it? Ah yes, he sold him that Soul Sapphire a few months back. A bit over half a year, now. Name of... Travis, probably? That sounded right.

Cointooth flashed a smile at the approaching mage, his golden canine tooth throwing a spot of yellow light onto the wall. "Mister Davison," Cointooth said with the usual Goblin rasp. Goblins were said to talk as if they were in the middle of chewing a mouthful of gravel. Cointooth was no exception, but his voice was strangely deep for a Goblin.

"I hope that trinket I sold you was of good use." Cointooth had acquired that particular gem through a fence who'd picked it out of a wizard's pocket. Grabshine had gotten it extra cheap, since the fool had no idea what he had. Grabshine bought it at normal Sapphire price, and sold it to Travis at above average cost due to a "recent shut down" of a mine in Al-Zaram that provided much of the sapphire for the region. Cointooth had been a very happy goblin for about a week off that purchase.

"I am glad that the winds of time and circumstance have brought you to me again. Have you found yourself in need of additional trinkets, or is this simply a friendly visit?" Grabshine took a deep breath through his nose, then took a pull from his pipe and blew a stream of blue smoke. Travis smelled of a human on the cusp of seeking someone to warm their bed. Apparently he'd spotted someone he fancied. Cointooth said nothing of this for now. But he would bring it up when it seemed right.

@Master Crim
The scent in the air tonight was simply heavenly. It was Cointooth's favorite smell. The smell of money becoming very slippery. The fine folks sitting in this small, squat, cobblestone building and slowly drinking themselves into a stupor brought a wide grin to the Goblin's face.

He was short. He was unassuming. His broad hat covered most of his head. He was old and hobbled, and peered out at the world over a pair of darkened glasses that might suggest to some that he was blind. This was not the case, however. He simply liked how they looked.

From between his sharp teeth dangled an ornate pipe, made from a dark wood inlaid with a rod of ivory that had been engraved and given tasteful treatments of gold leaf. Cointooth took a pull from his pipe, and royal blue smoke soon streamed down from his nostrils, filling the air around him with a smell like sour apples and lye.

But, despite all this, what usually got the most questions was Cointooth's namesake. His left canine tooth had fallen out at an early age. He needed a suitable replacement, and in due time came across a shattered gold coin, still in fairly good condition aside from being sundered. So, with a bit of clever grinding and some very painful surgery performed with a mallet and a steady hand, Cointooth acquired his namesake. A namesake that still bore most of the original image.

Cointooth sat at a highly visible chair, his backpack full of wares beside him, and mostly listened... listening to hear anyone discussing needs he might just be able to relieve...
Drunken Elder God sounds like a great time to me. Just sayin'.

;D
I mean, the exact words were "Master level swordsman, mage and thief," which covers a great many possible skills.

Just tells me the next character will probably be a demigod or other immortal, otherworldly being, and then a Great Old One, at this current pace.

And that mix will be something to behold.
Goodness. The power level really kicked the hell off betweenthe first two characters and the last two.

1. Wicked Elven Wench
2. Shifty Goblin Merchant
3. SPECTRE OF A GENIUS WARRIOR OF AGES PAST
4. MILLENNIA-OLD VAMPIRE MASTER OF ALL THE THINGS

Went from like a 4/10 to like 25/10 so quickly. xD
Name: Cointooth
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Species: Goblin
Looks:



Personality:
Cointooth is always looking for a good deal, and always offering to spread his savings on to his customers. Cointooth is a skeevy sort, and exactly the kind of person to talk to if you need to buy or sell something that might be a... high-interest item, if you know what I mean. Of course, he also sells a variety of completely above-board items, so everyone has a reason to buy from Cointooth... sooner or later.

Skills: Lying, bluffing, sleight-of-hand, and sniffing out good deals. His large nose is good for more than just looking good for Goblin Ladies, it also lets him sniff out lies. Quite literally. It is very difficult to lie to Cointooth, and even harder to out bluff him when playing Three Dragon Ante. Luckily, hes not much of a gambling goblin. Cointooth may have a long beard, a hobbled step, and a gnarled cane, but remember... Cointooth is a world class liar.
Name: Cointooth
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Species: Goblin
Looks:



Personality:
Cointooth is always looking for a good deal, and always offering to spread his savings on to his customers. Cointooth is a skeevy sort, and exactly the kind of person to talk to if you need to buy or sell something that might be a... high-interest item, if you know what I mean. Of course, he also sells a variety of completely above-board items, so everyone has a reason to buy from Cointooth... sooner or later.

Skills: Lying, bluffing, sleight-of-hand, and sniffing out good deals. His large nose is good for more than just looking good for Goblin Ladies, it also lets him sniff out lies. Quite literally. It is very difficult to lie to Cointooth, and even harder to out bluff him when playing Three Dragon Ante. Luckily, hes not much of a gambling goblin. Cointooth may have a long beard, a hobbled step, and a gnarled cane, but remember... Cointooth is a world class liar.



Location: Dorm
Interacting With:Remnants of Weed Couch Gang, Ylva




Buford had been taking in the ongoing events around him with an unusual silence. Though, no one here would have any reason to think Buford being quiet was anything out of the ordinary. He'd watched people come and go for various reasons and with various causes, and he'd watched Ylva go through her whole small breakdown without saying anything.

It wasn't until she explained exactly what she'd heard that Buford finally raised his eyebrows and decided to speak up for a change. He wasn't entirely coherent, as the brownies were starting to kick in and giving him the sort of sleepy confidence that weed tended to give him. "Woah," he said quietly, "That sounds like bad news bears, right there," he said in his exacerbated drawl. "I'd be inclined to make some sorta ascuzation that Ziggy accidentally put some of his LSD in the brownie mix but we'd all be feelin' it by now if'n that were the case, so you're off the hook, buddy."

Buford gave a nervous chuckle. "Hey, Ylva, is this the sorta thing that happens to ya often? Like, having voices n' whatnot speakin' atcha?" Buford tilted his head a bit as he looked at her, trying to express genuine curiosity. "I only ask cuz I had me an uncle way back when. He heard voices and whatnot, too. They locked him up in the loony bin fer it but in the end he were right. Dude had voices sayin' where to find some old treasure hidden by some kinda old bandits way back when. One day he goes out there, he finds the shit, and never hears the voices again. Wild shit, man. So I guess I'm seein' if you had those sortsa experiences before yerself."
ISAAC CHAPEL





Isaac had indeed been considering kissing Bernie at the end of this song, but it didn't really end naturally. Instead, the announcement was made about homecoming king and queen and Isaac shrugged. "Not much suspense when you think about it. We all know how this ends..."

Isaac shuffled his feet for a second and looked at Bernie as the music came back on, leaning close so she could hear him and also to hide his reddening cheeks from her gaze. She didn't need to know how nervous he was to say this. "As far as I'm concerned, Bernie, you're my homecoming queen... how's that for a cliche?"

That was when Isaac decided to lean in and go for the kiss. Nothing too bold, as he was entirely without practice and, well, he was far from being an expert. But kiss her he did, and as the cerebral fireworks faded he managed to speak again.

"I'm... glad you asked me to give you a ride all those months ago... and that you made me take you out for ice cream. And that you were patient with me and my... insecurities. So... thank you, Bernie. You deserve all the affection I can give you."
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