@MrThe @enterelysium I figured it'd be worthwhile setting up an OOC so we can discuss who wants to write the next post etc. Feel free to also discuss anything else relating or not relating to the RP here.
I also think it would be quite abrupt for Angil to have a passage at this point, so I'm...
"Lucinda, you sure know how to fuck with people!" The half-orc slapped her on the shoulder. "She's fucking with you! We've done your background checks and I am most impressed. An assassin, a smuggler, and an ace burglar here in my leaky basement!" The dingy basement, seemingly responding to his...
This is a page for character sheets (and possibly "documenting" lore)
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Name - Shak
Race - Half-orc
Age - 22 (approx.)
Weapon - Dirk
Class - Rogue (Pickpocket Specialist)
Appearance and Background - (felt like merging them this time, but feel free to separate them if you wish!)...
"Theft is a lucrative business in Norhill, and people like me and Shak, we find it easy. You see, all the good stuff is in the north of town, where the nobles and government buildings are - plus the barracks and whatnot. The guards keep pretty strict patrols, yeah, but that only makes it easier...
This thread is for character sheets.
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Name - Gabadon
Age - 14
Weapon - None
Race - Dwarf
Class - Commoner (Outcast)
Appearance
Gabadon, like all dwarves, is stout and short (5'0") Little specks of facial hair decorate the lower half of his tan face, congregating towards the...
As the sun slinks behind the horizon, offering the last of its rays to rushing peasants and impatient merchants, the sky begins to darken. Its frigid blue clashes with the warm orange of the diminishing sun; the moon begins to bare its teeth. Selnyth lies dormant, home only to small creatures of...
"The dwarves of Falkaiden are a sturdy lot. The stereotypes hold true: they are a stubborn people whose primary concerns are honour and death. In their great halls of stone, their artisans carve the names of the newly deceased into thick slabs of marble with sickly smiles. For nothing can come...
"Lleris had once been a haven for the pious. Followers of Belgar would flock to the nation's capital, Venyll, and pay homage to the remains of long dead saints; commoner and nobleman alike found comfort in the protection that their deity offered; Belgar's teachings were the foundations of all...