GM Roycilo's D&D Tropes and Clichés Game

Game Master Roycilo

A mysterious vision leads a group of strangers on a quest fraught with danger, and filled with classic adventuring clichés.

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Silver Crusade

Good to see you deputy Joram, What'll you have...The Usual?


"Yes, and a second whiskey....wait...hold that. Make that second one of the owner's hard lemon ciders. That should work."

He nodded at a couple of the individuals at the bar, and a look of surprise came across his face.

"Oh! And start a tab, please."

Silver Crusade

Is the whiskey getting to strong for ya... Daven says mischeviously


"Oh, no, not that at all. I still have the blessings of Abadar, I'll have you know. It's for my young friend over there."

He made a vague motion toward the entrance of the establishment.

"Maybe I'm just getting older, but I could have sworn she shrunk two or three feet in the last few minutes..."


Yesssssss

We're going with cliches? I already have a mad gnome tinkerer in my head. Definitely a chaotic good character. I would love to make a character based around crafting little silly things to aid them in combat, but I'm unsure as to exactly how to do that. Craft (clockwork) might be interesting, but I don't know if I'll get to use it much... I'll ponder this.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to gauge what sort of character this gnome will evolve into throughout the course of their journey. What level do you expect we might end up at?


SunstonePhoenix wrote:
What level do you expect we might end up at?

Generally I run a game up to the high teens. Average level of the last few games was 16.

Silver Crusade

Joram wrote:
"Maybe I'm just getting older, but I could have sworn she shrunk two or three feet in the last few minutes..."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Daven looks over to the area indicated by the deputy seeing nothing

Due to that redonkulous stealth roll

Uh...I'll take your word on that deputy


Joram shrugged, and waited patiently for his drinks.

He turned around, leaning his back against the bar, and surveyed the crowd.

"Busy in here today, eh Daven?"

Daven, I have a friend with that name, and he looks quite a bit like the avatar too. Freaks me out every time I see it!

Silver Crusade

GM Roycilo wrote:

Joram shrugged, and waited patiently for his drinks.

He turned around, leaning his back against the bar, and surveyed the crowd.

"Busy in here today, eh Daven?"

Daven, I have a friend with that name, and he looks quite a bit like the avatar too. Freaks me out every time I see it!

Daven has one of the servers bring the drinks to the deputies table

It is busy and by the looks of some of them, the circus really has come to town

Does Daven frequent this site? If not pull it up for him. I'd love to get Daven's opionion of Daven


I don't think so, though he is a fellow gamer. He is in a game my wife started running recently. His first Pathfinder game, but he played 3rd edition for years. I'll show him this thread and get back to you!

"Excellent, as always."

He seemed to genuinely want to be polite, but maybe was stretching the truth a little with regards to the quality of the tavern.

"Milady, here is yours."

He handed the cider to his companion.


As the elderly paladin leaves his seat, another hand reaches up and slaps the bar counter... this one being considerably more scaly... and small.... and green. "Garson! Your cleanest milk, if you please!"

Peering over the counter, Daven will find his newest customer to be... a kobold. A very well dressed, armored, and armed green kobold, at that. His armor bares some striking similarities to that of a dragon, his helm even curving out to looking like the upper half of a dragon's maw. On his left arm is a small, rusty buckler, and dangling at his side, a longsword that looks almost too big for him to wield properly.

The poor little guy almost has to reach up to actually get to the counter. As he finishes ordering, he tries to clamber up into the chair Joram occupied. "One cannot fight evil with a dry throat and weak bones!"


As the chatting of the tavern-goers hit a lull, a deafening bang filled the crowded room. All eyes shot to the door, which had nearly dented the wall with the force of its impact. The creature who had thrown it open stood in the doorway. He looked to be a small, fat gnome with a thick white beard and reflective, tinted alchemical goggles. All that could be gleamed from the gnome's amused expression was that he was clearly enjoying the disturbance that he had created. He was silent as the grave for a moment, before thoroughly clearing his throat and beginning his address in a high, quick manner with a hint of a croak in his voice.

"Well, go on. Stop balking. Drink! Or I'll have my nimpholoids get you!" He chuckled to himself, quite pleased with his little quip, and scurried towards the bar. With great effort and concentration, he hoisted himself onto a stool and immediately gaped at the lizard creature to his right. "My goodness! A reptilian that has developed a genetic immunity to the hazardous cow's milk!" He leaned closer to the green-scaled kobold and pushed his goggles up to his forehead, revealing the shimmering emerald irises of his eyes. "Tell me, lizard specimen, do you find milk has any negative effects on you? The breast-excretion of the mammalian cow has not been found to be safe for consumption in the reptilians experimented on in my partner's numerous variable groups. Are you safe? Do you carry the milk gene that I have been so laboriously seeking?!"

Silver Crusade

Draxwile the Exile wrote:
As the elderly paladin leaves his seat, another hand reaches up and slaps the bar counter... this one being considerably more scaly... and small.... and green. "Garson! Your cleanest milk, if you please!"

The name is Daven friend...Now will that be goat,sheep,oxen or cow's milk

Quote:

Peering over the counter, Daven will find his newest customer to be... a kobold. A very well dressed, armored, and armed green kobold, at that. His armor bares some striking similarities to that of a dragon, his helm even curving out to looking like the upper half of a dragon's maw. On his left arm is a small, rusty buckler, and dangling at his side, a longsword that looks almost too big for him to wield properly.

The poor little guy almost has to reach up to actually get to the counter. As he finishes ordering, he tries to clamber up into the chair Joram occupied. "One cannot fight evil with a dry throat and weak bones!"

I'll take your word on that friend, are you an adventurer?

Looking over at Kingsley Daven points out Absalom Seems another of your...Pardon me if I use the wrong term...kind is here as well

Dark Archive

Sounds like a great game for the simple farm boy given powers he doesn't understand at all. Blessed for greatness or cursed towards darkness?

I'll make the needed edits in the morning.


Sorry, busy few days for me; I'm not gonna have a chance to keep up with the open roleplay. But I'd still like Alleria and Emily to be considered.


Draxwile pounds his chest in response to Daven. "Cow's will do fine, my good human! And I am... I suppose! More a traveling champion of JUSTICE! Striking down evil and protecting the wea--"

The kobold pauses as the gnome stares at him intently, blinking back and leaning away a little from him. Of course it was a gnome... it HAD to be a gnome. 'Perhaps I could pursue that line of questioning as evilNO NO NO! Bad Draxwile! No racial hatred! You are above that!' Shaking his head, Draxwile patiently waited for his drink as he answered. "Of course it does me no harm! It shines my scales, lengthens my horns, and strengthens my sword arm!"

'Come on, make nice...' After a moment of quiet, looking over at the other gnome Daven pointed out, the kobold extends a gauntleted claw to the gnome beside him, offering a handshake. "...well met! I am Draxwile, exile of the Rockskipper tribe, champion of Sarenrae, defender of the meek!"

Silver Crusade

Draxwile the Exile wrote:

Draxwile pounds his chest in response to Daven. "Cow's will do fine, my good human! And I am... I suppose! More a traveling champion of JUSTICE! Striking down evil and protecting the wea--"

The kobold pauses as the gnome stares at him intently, blinking back and leaning away a little from him. Of course it was a gnome... it HAD to be a gnome. 'Perhaps I could pursue that line of questioning as evilNO NO NO! Bad Draxwile! No racial hatred! You are above that!' Shaking his head, Draxwile patiently waited for his drink as he answered. "Of course it does me no harm! It shines my scales, lengthens my horns, and strengthens my sword arm!"

Daven finishes pouring the milk I guess the legends are true that milk does a body good, have you killed a lot of giants friend


Draxwile accepts the glass gratefully and takes a hearty swig, before pounding it on the counter, pointing a triumphant finger into the air. "Yes!" Almost immediately after his declaration, his figure immediately started to slink back down, evidently embarrassed. "...er, well, actually, no... truth be told, I've been trying to find something to test my might against. But I have yet to find anything that would truly challenge my mettle."

Draxwile pounded his chest again fiercely. "But, I shall not falter! For I know that through courage and perseverance, I can inspire others to find the same path I have, just as the man before me did!"


(<_<)

(>_>)

Has any final choices bin made? Is selection past the cut off point?


An adventurer?! Absalom thinks, eyes widening with excitement again. Seeing the kobold pound his chest, Absalom sets his fiddle down on the bar. Rushing over to Draxwile, he begins peppering him with questions. "You'reanadventurerewowarealadventurerohmygoshi'msohappyrightnowisthatyours wordcanitouchitit'ssoshinyhaveyoukilledlotsofmonstersareyouafamousknightdoo utravelaroundprotectingpuppiesandpeople..." There was a bit of a pause as Absalom took a deep breath, "i'msohonoredtomeetyourightnowmyname'sAbsalomMephistophophophophelesi'mgoin gtobethegreatestheraldeverhaveyoueverhadaheraldthey'remusiciansthattellever yonehowgreatyouaredoyouneedaherald?"
To put it mildly, Absalom was...excited.


No, selections haven't been made yet. The DM just decided that for some reason it was a good idea to clog up the thread with RPing instead of using the campaign's recruitment or anything, and thus make it hard for people to ask questions and share when their done.

Like me, with my character's background. Should be nice and cliche.

Background:
Errol Flynn is a bastard of a noble and a serving woman. Everyone knew that after his wife sadly past away, the noble was comforting by his wife servant and friend, and eventually the two became loves. Hence why Errol was born, the noble accepted that he was the father and raised Errol as his son. Of course, things were complicated in that the noble already had a son... two in fact. Two sons that were not happy about this servant woman giving them a bastard brother.

Thus was Errol’s live. Whilst he lived in splendour, and given the finest education of those his age... his was often hounded and bullied by his two half-brothers. His father did his best to be a father, but could not be seen as showing him favour, especially not over his actual children. Not only that, but Errol’s teachers were pressured by his brothers and were strict and harsh with their teaching and expectations, some were full on abusive.

This is what shaped Errol. Not having the food and age necessary to build musculer up in order to defend himself against his brothers and their desires to thrash him. He instead chose speed and guile. Becoming swift and nimble, and as he aged and managed to stay ahead, turned against them. Realizing that they would never admit that he bested them, Errol developed a reckless streak. After all, he was always in trouble no matter what he did, so what did it matter what he did? Best to get revenge how he could, and if found out, Errol soon earned a glib tongue in order to lessen the punishments he got.

All things come to an end however. Errol’s father eventually passed away, and his protection over his illegitimate son ended. Eroll had been prepared for this however, and even has his half-brothers mourned and took on the new roll of nobility, Errol gathered up his best clothes, his rapier and jewelry and fled the household. He would never hide that he was a bastard, but for Errol... he would become a hero as in the stories, a warrior of no equal. He would live up to the training and love his father had given him despite the risks involved.


The tall, tanned, lithe figure of an Elf is framed in the tavern's door way as they peer into the space's gloom.

Wearing a ragged canvas shirt and skirt she holds the strap of the back-pack over her shoulder with one gloved hand. Upon sandal'd feet she pads into the place and wanders up to the large, clean table top of a bar and smiles.

"RUM!" She exclaims loudly and brightly, "If'n ye please." She adds quickly with a nod, even as she begins to glance around at those gathered within the confines of the place's walls, while her free hand begins to fish through one of the pockets upon the back-pack that she's carrying. A back-pack which seems full of something square, since that's the shape the leather has been wrapped around.

With a deft shrug of her tanned shoulder, as her shirt is dragged slightly askew, the back-pack is deposited softly to the floor while she awaits her mug/class/bowl of said liquid....

(^_^)

Back ground:

'Suny' (As she prefers to be called by her friends) is a cheery, happy soul. Having grown up about the ports and harbors of she has earned a living, up until now, by working on small fishing boats and trawlers or by providing impromptu 'work' at the small local taverns in the hamlets where the ships would put in for berth.

Now, slightly bored of the sea (And always cleaning the salt from her hair), she has headed inland a bit to see what the world at large holds in store for her.

N'so, a description o' th' kin 'Back home'. Island Elves of which she wus a part of would seem to be more 'Native' like. Simple hunter, gather-ers who might supplement things with a bit of 'natural' crop farming and other horticulture'l endeavors.

Now, bein' Native don't mean bein' Stoopid. Frowns and waggles a warning finger at folks.

Since they're more like Seals then Fish, they'd be on goodly terms wi' th' Merfolks there abouts an' probably have good trade relations wi' 'em. As fer raiders an' such? Well, every community puts up with that sort o' folk in a fantasy setting, right (^.~) ?

Suny's (Elasandriel) kith and kin have been living on the edges of the sea from time immemorial. Whether it was exploring some new and pristine beach or scampering about the rigging of whatever sailing vessel was the fashion of the day. Being 'Of the sea and shore' are part of her nature.

Quote: "I heard tell of a ship... a ship, t'is said, whut's crewed by tha' dammned an' helmed by a teifling Witch sooo evil... Why Besmara herself be a'feared a takin' her bellow!" (O_O)

Technically? I am trying to make Sunny her own cliche. :D


He steps between heartbeats, walking into the town with such casual poise as to sidestep individual grains of sand in a desert storm. His normally pristine, robin's egg blue robe was saturated with road dust and his face was not ugly so much as unutterably plain. Still, he smiles beatifically at the children enjoying the festival and nods politely to the people he passes as they studiously ignore him.

Realizing that these many pleasant people might react more favorably if he looked less like the vagabond he was, he resolved to find a place he might wash up. Finding a likely candidate for questioning he approaches a woman staring at a brightly colored skein of yarn in her hands and with a cat riding on her shoulders Emily Dunn. His smile is innocent and serene; he reaches out a hand in greeting and grasps her left breast asking Young miss, could you be kind enough to direct me to the nearest inn, I've travelled far and you can see I've brought much of the road with me?


Swashbuckler Extraordinaire wrote:

No, selections haven't been made yet. The DM just decided that for some reason it was a good idea to clog up the thread with RPing instead of using the campaign's recruitment or anything, and thus make it hard for people to ask questions and share when their done.

Like me, with my character's background. Should be nice and cliche.

** spoiler omitted **...

Wow. That wasn't very nice. And yes, recruitment is still ongoing.

If you must know, I just came out of two different recruitment threads where pre-game roleplay worked very well.

As for doing it here, I am running a homebrew game, and didn't want to clutter my precious discussion thread. I will need it for teaching players about the game world. Once the game starts, the recruitment thread won't be needed.

Not to mention that pre-game RP is a great way for people to learn about their characters, which helps expand upon them.


I dun't mind where peoples be doin' it. Jus' long as they's all polite about... oh.. wait.. folks be meanin' somat else, hey?

(<_<)

(>_>)

"Hey-YA there!" (^_^)


So, after getting to know Absalom a little better, it feels like it'd make more sense to have him be traveling through the area on some journey from the gnome bardic school. A specific mission, or as an exchange student, perhaps, depending on which the school is more likely to do.


That's totally workable. A field study abroad sort of thing. Sounds good.

Silver Crusade

Meg listens to the music of the gnome. Listening to the music, the ancestors inside the witch led by her great grandmother needed to express themselves. The small display of magic to shrink herself earlier was insufficient. To give in to her ancestors sometimes made them feel better and also give voice to her own inner conflicts Meg began to sing in a haunting, beautiful elven voice. The Black Flame expressed the torment of being a magic vessel for a host of others, an ironic duet between Meg and her ancestors.

Meg's Theme song
For those younger folks - Annie Haslam had an amazing voice spanning five octaves.

lyrics:

I am words, I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
Lost inside the picture frame

I'm not to blame, I didn't see the black flame
I'm not ashamed, its poetry, the black flame
I'm rearranged, its changing me, the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I'd feel the need so
Where to go, Ill turn the flow, I could not know
Screams inside the burning pain

Its spinning head, its underhand the black flame
It lies instead, I turned and I ran the black flame
On me, it fed, I understand the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Run from me, don't you see?
That we are one and I'm a part of you
Get away, any way
I'm still a secret in the heart of you
And I'm the burning in your soul

Now I'm weak, I am losing
I never thought Id stop trying
I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying
Just a symbol of the game

Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space the black flame
Burns my blackened brain


Sunny nods along and taps a foot along to the music. (^_^)


Megalarion 'Meg' Silverthistle wrote:

Meg listens to the music of the gnome. Listening to the music, the ancestors inside the witch led by her great grandmother needed to express themselves. The small display of magic to shrink herself earlier was insufficient. To give in to her ancestors sometimes made them feel better and also give voice to her own inner conflicts Meg began to sing in a haunting, beautiful elven voice. The Black Flame expressed the torment of being a magic vessel for a host of others, an ironic duet between Meg and her ancestors.

Meg's Theme song
For those younger folks - Annie Haslam had an amazing voice spanning five octaves.

** spoiler omitted **

if anyone has a request, Absalom will happily play for them. The trick will be getting his attention. :)


Maybe it can work, but it doesn't mean it always will... its just, chaotic and confusing. All these big RP posts with little rime and reason to them, all the while other people and asking questions about characters and putting up updates to their characters up to see if everything is order and its all just one big mess!

Plus... well, these things are unfair. You might say that that pre-game RPing won't affect the character creation, but I'm pretty sure that actually, people are going to tend toward the character's they've already interacted with and liked, than those they haven't interacted with at all, even if they don't realize it... and for those that don't want to take part for whatever reason, its unfair against them.


*Hugz Tempest*

Having offered up characters where RPing was happening in the recruitment thread hasn't been a sure shot for m'self. Honest.

I wish yourself and every one else all the very best.

Am lookin' forwards ta' swashin' yer buckle an' stuffs, Tempest! (^_^)


So I'm a little new to this, but if it's ok I'll throw in a submission. Once completed, do we just jump in on the pregame RP here? I'm thinking of rolling a hero who is kind of a cross between Aragorn and Sigurd from the Volsung Saga, seeing as how tropes are encouraged :)


Well.. you can post 'Out of character' in blue for a while, until your character gets an avatar we can talk to?

Welcome to Role Playing, Paizo in general and the potential game to be had! (^_^)

Dark Archive

Ray is done and ready to be looked at for any errors.


Nice back story Ray. (^_^)


Welcome! Yes, please just jump in when you are in character, and use OOC coloring for when you aren't.


Draxwile is about to take another swig of his milk, when Absalom is suddenly in his face asking him questions in rapid fire succession. Staring and trying to take in the excited gnome's words, he blinked a couple times before raising a clawed finger.

"Erm... could... would you be so kind as to repeat that... slower? I think I heard something about adventuring and swords and... and puppies?" He was pretty sure he heard a question in there about a herald as well. "Well... I suppose I'll need one, eventually? I haven't really done much beyond what my mentor taught me. I've not seen much of the world beyond my tribe's snarl or the temple of Sarenrae I called home for a while..."

I'm not sure what would be the funnier image: a gnome singing bardic tales of a kobold warrior, or a kobold paladin trying not to fall to an ego trip from the songs.


Just to try and give you my 2cps from some experience.

Some things in life that appear optional are not.
If your wife or girl friend says you don't have to buy a present you probably do.
If you have an interview, and the interviewer tells you a follow up call is not necessary, it probably is.
If you get extra credit in a class that is graded on a curve, and you don't turn it in but everyone else does, it wasn't extra credit.

If you have optional RP and the DM is involved, I think it probably does affect the decision-making process. This last statement I am not 100% sure of, but the first three I am from bitter experience.


I wish to throw my hat into the ring with Clyde McClod, budding lumberjack who does not wear women's clothing but hangs around in bars. Stuff in profile.


Draxwile the Exile wrote:
"Garson! Your cleanest milk, if you please! One cannot fight evil with a dry throat and weak bones!"

Jezebeth immediately stopped listening to the song and froze as she subtly nudged Norme. Her "Detect Good" senses were tingling.

J: "Hey, shortstack, I'm feeling awfully light-headed... Perhaps I should take a break, don't you think?"

Norme quickly looked and saw the Paladin.

N: "Oof, that isn't good. Yeah, if you need to rest a bit, let's get you to a safe place."

Norme excused himself and his partner as he lead her outside of the Tavern, and away from the Paladin. He did not want to have to come up with another bizarre and only slightly believable story to wave it off. Those were hard to do on the spot! Jezebeth also pouted the entire time though. How dare they ruin her fun!

Once outside, he'd sit with her on some bench somewhere to wait for the Paladin to leave.

The Eidolon's Alias. I'll only use it when she leads the conversation, or she's the sole speaker.


Real life stuff like girlfriend, interviews and education is very different from the decision process of an online forum RPG. If people don't want to take part in a chaotic mess like this, they shouldn't have to


Draxwile the Exile wrote:

Draxwile is about to take another swig of his milk, when Absalom is suddenly in his face asking him questions in rapid fire succession. Staring and trying to take in the excited gnome's words, he blinked a couple times before raising a clawed finger.

"Erm... could... would you be so kind as to repeat that... slower? I think I heard something about adventuring and swords and... and puppies?" He was pretty sure he heard a question in there about a herald as well. "Well... I suppose I'll need one, eventually? I haven't really done much beyond what my mentor taught me. I've not seen much of the world beyond my tribe's snarl or the temple of Sarenrae I called home for a while..."

I'm not sure what would be the funnier image: a gnome singing bardic tales of a kobold warrior, or a kobold paladin trying not to fall to an ego trip from the songs.

"Nonsense, nonsense, you've got the sword (shiny!), a mentor (potential for a tragic backstory there) and true heroes know that just getting up in the morning to go and fight evil is what's important." Absalom replies, holding out his hands. "And if you're going to be a hero, you need a herald to document your heroic exploits of goodness and lightitude. For example..." Climbing onto the bar, Absalom allows a quick muttered phrase, and with a flourish, suddenly a violin is in Absalom's hands. Raising it, he tunes, plays a few notes, and then...

Perform: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
"There once was a knight, both brave and kind
Known throughout the land,
Protecting the people and serving the king,
Fighting off brigands,
Born of a snarl and learned of the sword,
He fought for Sarenrae,
Following his mentors words,
He'd always save the day...
He'd always save the day..."

The violin vanishing with a twinkle, Absalom takes a bow.


Fury of the Tempest wrote:
Real life stuff like girlfriend, interviews and education is very different from the decision process of an online forum RPG. If people don't want to take part in a chaotic mess like this, they shouldn't have to

I said it was optional, and I meant that. You don't know me, but let me tell you this. Just because someone throws a couple of posts up, that doesn't guarantee them a space. I WILL pick based off of how well the character fits the world, and their backstory. You don't have to participate, but I would appreciate you not complaining anymore. All it does is clutter up the thread. And I have a wife, 3 kids, a full-time job, am on 3 Non-Profit Boards, and involved in 3 service organizations. I find time to post. Do I hold everyone to my standards? Obviously not. But it seems to me you aren't too busy to post, since you have posted multiple times complaining. Let's try to keep it positive. I waited until the numbers of people dropping by to apply before I even opened the RP anyway.

I am always available via PM if that is easier for anyone.


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hello Roycilo (aka Merephel)

was wondering if Goldi and Truffles fit into your concept of this game.

I don't know if they really fall into any kind of Tropes or cliche's

you may remember them from the crypt of the everflame recruitment (congrats by the way. I found out that I was missing a written personality and physical appearance. that was why Goldi was not selected in that game)

anyway thanks for your time.


Draxwile blinked as Absalom burst into song with a sudden violin, listening to it and feeling that typical sense of pride swelling up in him. Much as he wanted to indulge in that, part of him felt like that would be a bad thing: a paladin should be mighty, but humble... if he recalled correctly.

"Ah, that was very... melodic... but I think you may be better served shadowing a more worthy hero. I have still yet to find any true--" The kobold ground to a halt in his words as he felt his fringes perk up. His little yellow eyes dart around as he looks about the place frantically. He felt it... something was here!

Swiveling to the door just in time to see a pair walk out, his eyes pale out as he stares after them. He was right... and it was getting away! "-EVIL!" Draxwile shouted, before standing up on his chair and unsheathing his sword.


Goldilocks "Sugarsnap" wrote:

hello Roycilo (aka Merephel)

was wondering if Goldi and Truffles fit into your concept of this game.

I don't know if they really fall into any kind of Tropes or cliche's

you may remember them from the crypt of the everflame recruitment (congrats by the way. I found out that I was missing a written personality and physical appearance. that was why Goldi was not selected in that game)

anyway thanks for your time.

Hello again! Go ahead and work up a backstory, that's my primary recruitment criteria. I'll give her the full consideration.


Hmm. Not really feeling it with this character. I'll drop out of this application.


Draxwile the Exile wrote:
"-EVIL!" Draxwile shouted, before standing up on his chair and unsheathing his sword.

"GAH!" Sunny exclaims as she backs away from the small... person.. suddenly standing on their chair almost in front of her that starts brandishing a sword. (O_o)

Silver Crusade

Meg gives the gnome another song to sing. Being a dark elf, Away From the Sun seemed an appropriate title. As Meg shares a drink with Joram, she confesses: "I do not miss the sun at all, but the acceptance of respectable society. Today though, you gave me that."

She raises her glass in a toast.

"Being smaller, I need one quarter of the alcohol a larger person would need."

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