» Scout, Nightsong Enforcer
» Strongheart Halfling
D&D RP | MVRP
written by bardlockcafe | Current setting: Waterdeep
muse and mun are 30+, MDNI | Abilities based on 3.5e ruleset
[He doesn't look too happy about it, either.]
[He doesn't look too happy about it, either.]
[He doesn't look too happy about it, either.]
Clarice frowned. She was pretty sure she was taller than the baker. She'd never met someone so short that wasn't a goblin. Weird!
"Yeah! Should we go find the bakery? Then you can come back!"
Clarice stood up so rapidly she bumped the table and sent her
Can't I get a damn meal and a drink without it ending up connecting to the main plot or some other side quest?
But he thinks better of it and closes it with a shrug.
"She seems old enough t'understand when to use 'em, though, don't she? Willowy thing like that, she better learn quick."
Without context, saying random curses is a great way to get your ass beat by strangers."
...except the times it wasn't. Except when it couldn't be justified as more than another mark in an unending feud.
He doesn't need to share that with a stranger who's already judging him, though.
But he thinks better of it and closes it with a shrug.
"She seems old enough t'understand when to use 'em, though, don't she? Willowy thing like that, she better learn quick."
...except the times it wasn't. Except when it couldn't be justified as more than another mark in an unending feud.
He doesn't need to share that with a stranger who's already judging him, though.
...except the times it wasn't. Except when it couldn't be justified as more than another mark in an unending feud.
He doesn't need to share that with a stranger who's already judging him, though.
Phew, no doghouse.
Phew, no doghouse.