Brik_head

Hey, sorry i've been inactive for the past while! between college and my job I really don't have time for this at the moment. My next semester starts in April, so hopefully i'll have more time then, but for now if you wish to use my character Flint as an NPC you may, just don't kill him, chop off a limb or anything like that. Again sorry for the absence, I hope you all are having fun!

All the goblins have stopped attacking, some start pointing in your general direction, some start running and one of the dying goblins behind you scream.

Flint raised an eyebrow. The kid could be one of those Rosharon illusionists, but he sincerely doubted it. Turning towards Eza "Sorry for calling you a child. Though I must ask what your secret is to looking so young"

"Treasure pile" cheered Roger, though in his heart he felt like no treasure pile was worth his notebook of gun blueprints and his grenade prototypes. As he thought about his losses he kicked a large rock (large for rocks that you can kick anyway) into a thick bunch of underbrush.

Flint looked for a place to sit in the Bendalloy Bar. Rusts, o open seats! Seemed like everyone here wanted to give the new place a try. Flint took a seat across from a lady and... was that a kid? "I hope you don't mind if I sit here." He says, but taking the seat without waiting for a response. Flint sprinkled a pinch of Chromium dust into his drink, this much was barely enough to draw a good hand in cards, but it also trigger his allergies in a significant way. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone you brought a child into the bar." He whispered.

"I don't think that's the way we came" Roger mumbles as he pushes debree aside. He follows along behind starting to question, in his mind, the capability of the captain and crew. He never noticed them much before as he mostly sat bellow deck thinking of new ways to blow stuff up.

A few goblins through rocks, but most are starring horrified at you, or maybe at something behind you? Either way most of them seem scared stiff!

@..... Your steel sight doesn't trace anything on the unscene object. whatever it is it doesn't any form of metals or minerals to it, though you see the little green people just fine. They seem less eager to fight and after a moment three of them approach. The tallest one, who seems to be a leader of sorts points his dagger at you "Food! Weapons! Give now!" it barks in a raspy voice.

Roger smelled the smoke as he approached. it wasn't as nice a smell as black powder, but given the circumstance this was the closest thing he had. "Err, Captain Jay sir? Are you alright?"

You mama so fat that she can out live a bendalloy compounder. You mama so fat that the Reshi built a village on her back.

or when most your shower thoughts consist of ideas for rp characters or rule sets to try out