bakerstreet | Wild Dice Party

[ooc; interested in doing something? i know very little about cr c1.]

[Of course, have a starter!]

Percy was cursing his luck in every language he knew or at least the ones he knew swear words in. He always got so close to Ripley and then she would slip away before he could close his net. It was endlessly frustrating. This almost catch was even worse because Percy had wound up getting dumped into a mud pond when Ripley had set a wicked looking manatcoir, whose lair they had disturbed, on him. He stomped into the local tavern covered in muck and clearly pissed off. He looked like a muddy demon and not a man you would want to cross today as he moved to a corner table and sat down as half the room stared at him.

Percy rarely cared what people thought of him and tonight he cared even less as he pulled off his glasses and started to clean them. He glanced up a moment and in a rather posh accent asked. "What?"

[Awesome! She's a Drakewarden Ranger and has a dragon named Cassiopeia. She's a medium sized dragon, but for this I'm giving her the ability to change her size for ease of travel.]

Rostriel had only been in town for a few days. She had garnered some looks because of the cat sized multi-colored dragon perched on her shoulder. But no one said anything. She had stashed her bow and most of her weapons in her room before laying the alarm spell across the doorway and window.

The man storming in, covered in muck and Solonor only knew what else. She set down her drink before motioning to the bartender. One for the gentlemen.

"Colorful language." She said in Elvish, having heard a smattering of curses in it and taking a chance that he knew it.

Cassiopeia trilled and Rostriel reached up and scritched the small dragon's head before feeding her a piece of the cooked chicken that was sitting on a plate within reach.

Percy understood enough Elvish to know what she said but switched to Common because he isn't fluent. "It's been a day," he says, taking a long sip of his drink. "Thank you for the drink by the way." He eyes the dragon but doesn't say much more than that. "Got on the wrong side of a manticore."

{{Mercenary war-mage (sorceress x warlock). Up for adventure, inevitably looking to hire muscle to act as a bodyguard. Down for Gen/Combat/Smut, all of it.}}

Edited 2021-12-01 05:10 (UTC)

{{Mercenary fighter, sometimes a highwayman they call Wolf of the Crossroads. Solitary or in command of a pack of ill-behaved sellswords called The Rakehells. Up for adventure. Gen/Combat/Smut, all of it.}}

Edited 2021-12-01 05:04 (UTC)

[ Caught up with Imbalance, cool with GN canon, let's make some magic baybee ]

((If you're down for OCs: overly theatrical magic users with cool hats unite? I'd be down for porting Jeanne to a Balance setting or keeping it to some vague multiversal shenanigans, either works.))

Loving the style. You make that yourself or do you have your own milliner on-call? I'd love to get their number if they're taking work.

Nyo~hohohoho, I see you have discerning taste, my good friend! Alas, I'm afraid the poor apprentice who crafted this fantastic hat swore of magic forever after I rescued him. And with it millinery I assume, as he didn't have any particular reason to pursue the craft after dropping his pursuit of the arcane arts. What a pity... although to be frank, if he was that spooked after simply accidentally calling forth some dretches with a botched conjuration spell, perhaps he was never suited to our profession.

It's quite nostalgic, really. This was my very first spoil of the adventuring trade after I set out on the road. Wouldn't trade it for the world.

Well, I happen to be a man of excellent taste and style, so it's only natural to compliment it when I see it out in the wild, you know? The world is so devoid of any actual good taste that it's a breath of fresh air when you see another connoisseur of fine fashion.

But to have a hat that drove a milliner to the brink of his sanity? Now that's a rare gift. Something like that you might expect to have a curse on it or something.

[ a human rogue with a penchant for getting his heart broken; himbo with a heart of gold. warning: falls in love easy. ]

[ Due to circumstances of Ripley being a whole nightmare, I'm going to be strictly opt-in on this one and not tag out; comment or DM to fuck someone up. ]

[ A nerdy gnome wizard, shy but snarky. Down for anything but smut. Lots of info on journal! I'm familiar with both TAZ and some CritRole, would love other OCs tho. ]

((OOC: Looking for other OCs you say :3c Jeanne could be interesting to bounce against Mouse, she's a "half-elf" (don't worry about the cat ears and tail) "warlock" with a penchant for flamboyancy and an odd sense of honor. I was thinking maybe unwinding in a tavern after a job together?))

Edited 2021-12-02 02:11 (UTC)

[ooc: I love it! Maybe they answered the same Craig's List ad to go eradicate some oozes or something. I'll write up a simple starter, lemme know if you'd like to change something. Sidenote: I need to thank you for introducing me to this adorable picrew cause now I have many icons.]

Mouse has ordered milk, as usual. It's not always safe - there are definitely some taverns where she hasn't wanted to risk it - but it's safer than drinking alcohol in the company of people you don't know well.

Jeanne had handled herself well though, and Mouse can relax a bit with the knowledge of a job well done, and a bit more coin in her purse for more expensive copying of spells into her spellbook. Honestly, she's only barely resisting going to work on that right away, Jeanne had suggested getting a drink, and Mouse hadn't felt like she could say no.

So now she's just sitting there, quietly drinking her glass of milk, feeling slightly awkward.

After an unbearable twenty minutes of Jeanne's half-drunk rambling—the woman breathes words like most people breathe air—she's finally stopped talking, apparently having realized that Mouse was less swimming in her voice's torrent as she was drowning in it. Now she's drinking a glass of red wine that Mouse is pretty sure she blew half of her reward on (which is no measly thing, given that Mouse is aware at this point that Jeanne lives on a shoestring budget) contemplatively.

And then Jeanne jumps three feet in the air, eyes bugging out and taken completely by surprise as the child of the owner pulls on her tail. "Why, you-" She whirls around, clearly expecting to pick a fight with an adult before she realizes that little girl is staring up at her in awe, mumbling something about wondering if it was real or not.

Jeanne sighs. "Now, now, didn't your parents tell you it's uncouth to pull on peoples' hair, young lady?" Before the girl in question can do anything but sputter out a reply, Jeanne wags her finger. "Tut-tut. I know you must have several questions, but in the face of such rudeness I believe it would be downright irresponsible of me to reward such behavior. How-ev-er! If you promise to mind your manners from now on and leave me alone... I will show you a fantastic magic trick."

The girl, stunned, nods. And grinning (with some warmth and fondness, unlike the predatory smirk she took on during the job), Jeanne begins waving her hands, keeping up a patter as she focuses the child's eyes on her gloves...

Before pulling a small candy out from behind her ear and showing it to her. "Now, now. Move along. We had a promise, no?" And the girl, awestruck, leaves.

Jeanne sighs, turning back to her drink and taking another sip. "I have to commend her bravery, at least. That sort of foolishness will lead to an adventuring habit if her parents don't curb it."

[[ A Circle of the Stars Druid who's on a quest to get to the moon. Booyagh! ]]

[[A Smidgen (Somewhere between a halfling and a gnome) Thief who's favorite things include Drugs, Booze, candy, woman and occasional acts of hyper violence. ]]

[A 6'11" half-orc chieftan's son turned gladiator-slave turned mercenary turned war hero after leading the Allied Nations' vanguard corps in putting an end the Zalamite Mage Empire's war of aggression. Can be played from pretty much any point or AU'd to help mesh settings.]

[ooc: somewhere in between DnD and Cursed Pokémon, there lies Leshy.]

[Ulfen (Viking) Bloodrager. A sorcerer/barbarian hybrid class. Abyssal bloodline. Chaotic Neutral. Pathfinder 1e.]

Edited 2021-12-06 19:49 (UTC)

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