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I promised my little brother I'd make a character by this name.
A monstrously large and scarred kellid, a five foot lon sword strapped to his back, looks at the gnome. "We're always over quota on something. That's why the demons are here: to chop them down." He chuckles morbidly.
"No problem!" Jerry smiles. "Just glad you're here! Kill lots of monsters?"
Jerry looks at Zee "Really? I can never tell. How did you combat them when you were in your best?"
"Why would people lie?" At this point, a near seven-foot tall brute of a man with fists the size of spades looks up from petting a velociraptor at Bree-Bran. "People all over Gallerian good people."
"Nice! Wait...ven...geance...vengeance...REveng...WAS YOUR FATHER KILLED BY AN EVILDOER!" Jerry puts a stoic, grim, expression on his face "I will hunt down Revengeance Man's father's killer while Revengeance Man adventure!"
Jerry returns in earnest. "Where you from?" He pulls out a map and points to the middle of the Arcadian Ocean "Jerry from here."
"Hello there, Beardy-man! My name Jerry!" He holds out a hand the size of a spade and offers it to the dwarf.
"Electricity stinks cause it singes you and you need to buy new armor."
Sorry about that
"Sorry, lady. Jerry no try hurt, just...I'm not very good at it."
"He seems nice. He good in fights?"
"If you keep Jerry in flanking, works fur me!"
"YAY!" Jerry says excitedly, then looks at the floor to see what the raptor did to the floor. He gives one last good scratch and promises to pet him again outside, and then turns to the druid "Where did you find Big Lizard?"
"Jerry just get lucky sometimes, but Jerry might use salt now." He notices the velociraptor, makes a noise more appropriate from someone a tenth his age, kneels down, and asks "Can I pet him?"
"Nice hair! Jerry never have any, far as Jerry know. You look like humans only...shinier. You buy some sort of potion?"
"Hellos there, Miss! My name Jerry! What yours?" He sits down and picks up a chair in one hand, moving it next to him. "What you do in Society?"
You strife, Jerry STRIKE!!! 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
"Ballista? Oh like crossbows I see people carry! You fought Dragon? Nice!!!" He gives her a double thumbs up and an even bigger smile
Why elfy lady become venturer?
"Helloes!" A musclebound man with ruddy skin and a ridiculously big smile walks in "This Silver Crusade? Kyros dropped me off, said that here we fight evils and help peoples. Where Jerry start?"
"Cheery tune help lots" A ridiculously musclebound man in scale mail strides in cheerfully, orders a water, and plops next to Kyros "Helloes!"
Favorite way to defeat evil heroes attacking your stronghold?
Sorry, luckee. Jerry get win this time!
Jerry take 'fence to that.
Next poster has new way trim toenails.
"Nah, Jerry no have suttle-tie and he get 'long just fine." He chcukles at as joke only he seems to hear. "My friend Kyros seems to think talky, but he's what Ivan calls a 'butt-foon.' Don't tell him Jerry said that. He gives Jerry treats. Paladins are nice, though. They do stuff Jerry can't."
Pulg no respect da tarrasque, Tarrasque tunr him into luffa. HA HA!
Jerry is worthy! Jerry has 20 strength! Oh, you meant WORTHY. I'm that too.
"Eh, armor works." A man with a large scar across one eye in scale mail with a hefty greataxe across his back lies in a chair, a cigar between his figures. "Armor prevents green things from hitting Jerry in sensitive spots."
"Monsters for sure." A big, extremely muscular man walks into the theater, his face covered in multiple scars. After ordering a pint of ale, he sits down and looks at the gnome dancing with the half elf. "Jerry likes monsters."
Cavalier.
Where, preferably, would your adventuring business take you?
Die, teenagers, die!
You killed me in the 60ies
with your rap music
I wish MY father had given me less advice!
The next poster learned a lesson about teamwork.
(Holds up a @#$%! in my hand) What? What? Like Saints Row: The Third!
The next poster is going to eat some cheese now.
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