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Kazard had eyed the dwarf suspiciously. On one hand, this dwarf just admitted to having the most stereotypical profession a dwarf could have. It took all of Kazards willpower to not say something along the lines of "A weaponsmith? Ha, you dwarfs all be the same!". Instead, he considered the...

Kazard had taken a moment to calm down, and took notice of a clown corpse. The smelly 'human' girl would be upset if he... played with a live one. He stood over the corpse, and yanked at it's bright red nose. He threw the ball into the air and shouted, this time in a much more celebratory...

Name: Lutus Race: Human Appearance: Skills: Wayfinding, Whittling, Fire-making Equipment: Nothing beyond the clothes on his back and a cooking pot serving as a helmet (also no shoes) Alignment: Lawful Good Magic: 4 Cantrips: Stone Throw: Lutus raises his hand up, and throws his palm out...

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Kazard and the clown stood, staring each other down. Each about to make their next move. The two of them were exchanging nothing more than scrapes up to now. This would be it. The killing blow. The fi- "Huh!?!" A big boulder of metal and stupidity clattered his way into the menacing jester. He...

"Ah, right. Have fun~" Redd waved May off, and turned his attention to the detective, beginning to question the poor sod. "So, Detective, need you again. Need to ask you a few questions. We got any witnesses? Where can I find 'em? What about the victim's room, anything weird in there? And, about...

Redd listened along with May, nodding as she spoke, hmm'ing and haa'ing. After a moment of 'contemplation,' he opens up his mouth. "Well, we are in a dining hall. You know, for eating and stuff? Maybe that's where the second body went! Ha hah ha!" He laughed, showing off his pure white teeth...

redd no good with big word

Redd tilted his head in confusion, once again, this time toward May. "Huh...?" He thought about it long and hard, but came up empty. "Nah, don't think I missed anything, hun." Turning back toward Kara, leaving May as she was, he responded. "Sorry Darlin', I don't think I need much help with...

you ninja'd me polikkkkk, hhh

"That has to be it! There's way too much blood for a single stab, there's gotta be another body with more wounds!" Redd, still very excited with himself, cracked his knuckles and stood up. A voice spoke up, and he turned to who it came from. A girl, one that wasn't May. He smiled at her...

Redd sat there, staring into space, the gears in his head slowly turning, when his thought process was interrupted by the detective handing him the photo and map. He nodded, and took them, slipping them into his court record without taking even a second to look at them. "Ah, thank you." "Sure...

Redd had followed along, only after taking that book about wizards and such from his prior table. Heading to the dining hall, with May quite a bit ahead of him. He strolled in, minutes after the prosecution, and flashed his Attorney's Badge at the detective along with an award-winning smile. He...

Kazard turned his gaze away from the clock, back at the murderous clown whom he'd missed multiple times. The clown seemed pissed. Kazard equally so. The goblin bared his filthy teeth, and jumped toward the clown, grabbing on and biting into the clown's leg flesh. The jester-esque thug quickly...

"As I said, no idea. Seems pretty simple. Some guy got stabbed, apparently over revenge. Only concussive evidence is the fingerprints." He shrugged again, and set down his folder, opening it up. "You've seen the defendant, right? Hard to think she'd be guilty, a pretty little thing like her...

Redd chuckled, looking at May, before pulling out a chair at the table and plopping right down into his seat carelessly. He leaned back in the chair, arms behind his head, and opened his mouth. "That really all you want to talk to me about? I'm hurt~!" He brought one of his hands in front of...

The rest of the fight seemed to happen, for the most part without Kazard. He cremated a guy and tried to stab. He did his job. There was only one left, might as well let the others do their job, and reap the glory afterward. He got his shinies and managed to show off. A fitting fight for a...

Redd sat alone in the library. Much like May, who was sitting only a few tables away, Redd also possessed one such manilla folder. His, however, lay unopened on the table. What was in his hands instead was nothing more than a fantasy novel about wizards or something. He sat with one arm behind...

hey! sorry! my phone broke a couple days ago and i haven't been able to get online much .v. totally probably gonna be posting today! again, sorry!!