Verrin Tieruk

Manet's page

10 posts. Alias of Darksmokepuncher.


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M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

"Blackened hands! Why in Seven Hells would you do that!?"


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

Manet wanders forth until he comes to a large room filled with an odd assortment of scantily clad people.

"So. You all had the good sense to keep your small clothes, I see." The old man sighs.

"I am Manet, and now you know you know me better than I'd like. How do we get out of here?"


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

:)


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

Do I hear or see anyone?


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

"Hullo!?" Manet shouts. "Is anyone around!? I'm an old man! I'm lost...and nekkid! Help!"


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

Manet strolls into the hall, immediately regretting tossing his only coverings from the tiny window.

Taking in a deep breath and resolving to put on the airs of confidence, Manet casts about for signs of life. 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

Manet sighs. "Once in my life I'd like to see that work..." He reaches forward and tries the door.


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

Salsa!:

"It's no more than you deserve!" Manet shouts at the walls.

Now how do I leave?

Manet saunters up to the door, rocking his hips back and forth authoritatively. "Open!" He states: Firmly expecting the door to swing open.


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

I did say he was... Crotchety. :P


M Human Universalist 1 HP: 8 AC 9/9/9 | F-1 R -1 W+4 | Per:+0, Init: -1

Fort save 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Manet wakes on a cold, stone floor in a cold, stone room in a cold, stone tower.

Suddenly, he realizes he's all but naked and leaps to his feet shouting. "Oy! Think it's funny to humiliate an old man?" He slides his undergarments off and throws them from the small window. "There! Feast your eyes perverts!"

The skinny, wrinkled old codger dances around with surprising agility for someone his age.

"That's right. Get a good look at the ol' wind sock you creeps!"