Search results for query: *

Orrin grunts as he narrowly ducks the bite. "Not enough for you, eh? Then have at you!" He swings at the skullosaur with a 'normal' punch this time, though 'normal' for him is still closer to the blow of a battering ram used in a siege than it is to the sort of punch any mortal man can throw...

Orrin pries himself from the great beasts jaws, having been taken by surprise! "Damn it all, looks like the problem has come to us!" Orrin steps back, winding up a strike. As he steps in for the strike he lets it loose, his fist giving off a deafening CRACK akin to thunder as his uppercut...

"Now, hold on, how long of a process are we talking here? I have obligations to the town of Tyvvor, you know," Orrin replies. "Look, there is a creature wandering the countryside that no mortal folk around here will be able to handle on their own. I need to track it down and deal with it. If...

Orrin gets up out of the dirt, dusting himself off. "'Horrors from beyond', eh?" He thinks for a moment, before speaking once more. "We can discuss compensation later. There is... something I need to handle outside of Tyvvor, anyways. Maybe we can all travel together for the time being, help...

Orrin would stand opposite to the construct he now knew to be called Otek, taking a fighting stance of his own--he would raise his fists up to guard his face and torso, in the fashion boxers typically do. "So, Otek, you worry about bein' broken?" Orrin would ask. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy...

Orrin takes the blade from Otek with a hint of reservation. Is this all? Is there something about the blade she is not telling? He places his hands on the blade near the hilt only a few inches apart, taking care to avoid being cut by it by only holding it at the flats of the blade, and, with a...

Orrin looks to the crowd of observers forming in the tavern. "Well, employment's one thing, but we can talk 'bout that later. It'd be a shame to disappoint the crowd, though." S'pose the time to be coy is over, 'specially if she expects me to fight... those things. Dunno where the rumors came...

"'Hero' might be a bit of a strong word, don't you think?" A tower of muscle and veins stands in the doorway of the tavern, having been drawn from outside by the sounds of the servitors' metallic march. At a little over six and a half feet, he stands just shy of the strange woman's immense...

Maestro bursts through the door in briefing. A little late, and breathing heavily from the sprint to the room, but hey, he's here. He slumps into the nearest open chair. "Alright. Let's--Let's get down to business."

Maestro looks at the message from Terry after ending the call with Timber, receiving the details of the matchup. "Alright, crew! We're calling it for today! I've got a place to be!" There's some grumbling in the rehearsal space before everyone starts packing away, as is to be expected from...

"Hey! Hello! I'm just calling to--" You can hear a gunshot over the line. "JESUS JENNY, MEL, WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!" It's apparent that Maestro has moved his phone away from his face to avoid shouting directly into Sebastian's ear. There's some distant murmur over the audio. "NO, THEY AREN'T...

Sebastian's phone rings. Whether it be Maestro's number directly, or a secretary forwarding the call to Sebastian, it is nonetheless a call from Maestro. Interaction: @Draidden

Samson looked at the table and chuckled. "Maybe with three of 'em, a couple'a nails, n' the grace of the gods. If we wanted a dining table that could span that gap on its own n' stay steady, we'd need one fit fer a noble, which would probably be up'n the castle. Still, it couldn't hurt t'scrap...

Samson was rather surprised by the creature himself; when the catlike creature jumped out at the poor halfling, Samson kind of jolted for a moment, expecting the worst. After a few seconds, once the excitement had worn off, Samson drew a ration from his pack to offer some jerky to the creature...

Samson was almost about to quip back after hearing Yenric's response when he realized he didn't actually quite know how much thirty feet of wood weighed, especially since "thirty feet of wood" could be anything from a tree trunk to a thirty foot dowel rod. Instead, he decided to search the...

Samson gave a slight sigh. In hindsight, he really should have expected that reaction to end the way it did, but when he said it initially he only meant it as a harmless joke. Though there was no use harping on it; everyone seemed to be fanning out to keep looking around, and the halfling seemed...

Samson looked over at Kyria and frowned. "Well excuuuuuuuse me, princesss," he said,"I'll have you know I was gonna try and jump across, not down. What, d'you think I'm suicidal or somethin'?" He then looked back over at the beam he was about to try and make a jump for, which seemed like it may...

Samson somewhat buckled at being pushed, more from surprise of being pushed rather than her being unexpectedly strong, though both factored into it. He would have given her what for right then if she hadn't ignored him afterwards. Her attitude was right, though, there are more important things...

Samson looked over at the half-orc. Well, over is a bit of a mischaracterization, in this sense; he looked up at the half-orc, who was almost a head and a half taller than him. The height difference between Samson and Zi'on was somewhat less jarring to Samson, because Zi'on was somewhat slender...

Samson chuckled. "Well, if you were hopin' th'belltower had sumthin' interestin', you can stop hopin'," he said to the genasi, restating what Kyria had said, "We found two goblins playin' around with th'bell like it was an oversized toy, and a few things you'd expect to find in a church, but...