"Snarl" |
A solid thud resounds as the solid oaken door of the Formidably Maid slams against the wall, it’s salt-rusted hinges doing little to slow it’s attacker. A hulking frame barrels into the room, silhouetted by the last rays of a dying day. As the immense, hunched form forces it’s way through a doorframe built for fairer races, a bone laden necklace catches on the wooden wall. The sudden arrestation of the jewellery causes a snap and small bones are sent scattering before the beast. The sound of bone crunching underfoot joins his cacophonous entry, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, instead stalking straight to the bar.
“Food. Ale.” The guttural words seem strained and disjointed, like words read for the first time by a child. They are pitched straight over the counter at the bartender, who looks sharply around for patrons who might trade some heavy combat for a heavier bar-tab. None seem too keen.
“Ayelh!”, the end of the word trailing into a low rumbling snarl. The giant orc too begins to turn and look at the others in the room, and spots a small Halfling with a freshly poured pitcher of ale held between two hands. The orc marches at him with a purposeful look in his eye, reaches down and seizes the glass. As he brings it to his mouth, the Halfling – his own hands locked between palm and pitcher – is dragged from the ground and hangs limply, the colour drained from his face. In on consolidated effort the orc finishes the drink and drops it to the ground, Halfling and all.
For the briefest moments the room is totally silent. Then the chairs creak against wooden floorboards as the Halflings friends begin to stand and reach for weapons. Before they get far, they are again frozen in shock. Reaching into his belt pocket, the Orc takes 2 gold coins and drops them at the halfling’s feet.
“Pay.” Taking two strides to an (suddenly) unoccupied seat, the orc opens his mouth to grunt out the last words heard of him that evening. “Food. Ale.”
"Snarl" |
"Hunger. Snarl Get Food. Get lots food. Get drink. Get many lots drink. Getted gold, don't need gold. Needed food. Lots food."
Snarl pushed at the door before him and it yielded easily to him. As he tried to fit through the frame, he felt the course wood press against his neck and back, leaving small splinters in his skin. Not a memorable pain, but enough to annoy him.
"Fleshache? Not burn. Fine.... Hunger. Get food."
He strode to the "Foodget" place and asked for food and drink. The Foodgetman didn't seem to respond. Snarl began to get confused.
"Foodgetman. No foodgetman? Drinkgetman?"
Snarl noticed the man before him looking elsewhere. He followed his gaze and saw the small man with the ale.
"Ah! Foodgetman!" It didn't make sense to Snarl why the barman wasn't behind the bar and was so tiny, but that was vastly less important than quenching his damnable thirst.
Having finished his drink, Snarl took a seat and waiting for his food. For some reason though, his thoughts seemed a bit blurry.
"Drink getted. Need more drink. Need food. Need... food... Need".
Darkness engulfed him.
Jack Thimble, Jr. |
Yeah. You could always use the Little Jack method of getting rejected from an S&S game. Get your friend to create another one with blackjack and hookers!
I am incredibly glad to have been rejected for that game. I was really excited for the GM and some of the applicants, but did you see that hobgoblin character? I dodged a huge bullet. It's like a chimpanzee was given a keyboard and a character sheet.
Rorrix |
To be fair, if you're referring to me, all I did was complete my submission, the crunch and fluff, minus the background and rp samples was posted earlier in the thread.
... Really? I must have missed it somehow the first time. I'm going to go back through the thread to make sure I didn't miss anyone else.
Lazha Slicksheen |
She'd likely end up very wealthy aboard the vessel.
50% of a single crewman's earned loot, that amounts to one very wealthy prostitute. Likely wealthy enough to start her own establishments with all the luxury she'd want once they dock back at dry land.
Well, that all depends on the captain's cut, now doesn't it. Because the house always gets theirs.
Rorrix |
Alright, here we go. See, I couldn't decide on just three. So this has turned into a five-person game now. I'm spoilering each accepted character individually for suspense!
Thank you so much to everyone who applied! I really wish I could have taken everyone I wanted, but I'm excited to roll with this party. Good luck!
Jack Thimble, Jr. |
There's enough quality applicants in this thread for two over-full parties, so its your own fault! If you'd only submitted bad concepts instead of awesome ones, this would have been so much easier for Rorrix. For shame!
Congrats to those who got in, and the best of luck in future games to the rest of the great submissions we received!