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Posts : 2319 Join date : 2017-10-31 Age : 29 Location : , location, location
Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:08 pm
Jackpot! I find me some prints, looks like this scum-suckin' dirtbag went this way after all. Don't know anyone else that could'a been the ones to come down here, ain't like nobody walks down the cart tracks or nothin'. If ya got a damn death wish gettin' yer ass run the fuck over don't seem like a fun way to die. Personally I wanna drown in a vat a chili but some people ain't got no damn taste. I go from creepin' up them shadows to standin' in the footprints as close I can, I won't trigger no traps this way. Rotten assholes always got traps down in places like this, kinda reminds me a the Crypt'a Necrozma. That was a real fun guy right there. Made a damn quilt-lookin' beastie outta the body an' legs of a moose with the head of a bear an' cougar claws, an' that was just the entrance. Wasn't nothin' compared to the tunnel-collapsin' explodin' runes. Good times. I move my ass back to the dark when I hear the sound a someone groanin'. I stop fer a bit an' listen. Noise means I might get into a scrap an' I ain't feelin' to scrappy, bucko. I feel like twice beat shit someone threw down the stairs. Shoulda stuck around up there an' got me in a short rest but when I do I'm gonna lose this jagoff, I just fuggen know it. Not like I can let my guard down around someone carryin' on anyway, I'll plop my ass down then get a sword through it.
Good point. I'm not tellin' ya to stop but it wouldn't be a dumb idea to drink a potion.
"Put a fuggen lid on it..." I whisper at that dumbass kid spirit whats-his-face, "If ya get me fuggen caught yer gonna catch my foot in yer ass..."
No problem. You're the only one that can hear me anyway. Guardian spirit, old man.
"The hell does that gotta-"
You can think what you want to tell me and I'll get it, keyword think. I know you're not used to it, it'll be tough, but I'm sure you'll manage.
Fuggen smarmy prick.
That would be how you do it, geezer.
What's the goddamn problems with kids today? Ain't no fuggen respect, all think they hotter'n deep fried shit, no damn work ethic, fuggen punks all of'em. But Kesson's fuggen right, it's gonna be uglier than an orc in drag if I catch an arrow after that ass kickin' I done did got. I stop fer a moment an' pull out a potion. Huh. One, two, three, four...... how 'bout that? The fuck did I get more potions?
I pulled them off the monster, slipped'em in your bag. You look like someone who needs all the help they can get.
Hmm. Good deal, actually doin' somethin' useful fer once. Fuggen Pelor knows ya can't hit shit fer dick.
You give me one more chance and I'll stop your feeble heart with what I can do, old man.
I'll believe it when I see it, asshole. So's I drink the thing down an' I ain't feelin' so tired no more. Muscles ain't hurt, back isn't achin', feel like I could put a man down again so I get my feet movin'. Ain't doin' shit wastin' time like this. The closer I get the thicker the damn air gets an' the louder the sound. I catch me some more footprints in the grime. These ones ain't from no longshanks, not sure from what they be. Could be some kinda guard monster, fuggen hope it ain't kobolds. Trap happy 'lil bastards. I keep my eyes peeled as I creep my way down the steps an' I almost run into a corpse nailed up on the wall there. I jump back an' get my dagger in my hand 'fore I realize it ain't chasin' me at all.
"Sonuvabitch, scared the fuggen bejeezus outta me..." I look around fer a bit, just seein' what might'a put this thing here. Hopin' it ain't no goddamn bolt trap. Fuck that shit an' the horse it rode in on. Those some bigass bolts. The thing keeps snappin' at me an' I ain't gotta question where I seen this before. Fuggen undead. Tee-fuggen-riffic. None'a these motherfuckers can ever do just one bad thing, gotta do all the bad shit. Warlock necromancer pompous spitfuck, fuggen with life an' death like he's some kinda big deal. Shit ain't natural. I twist my dagger in my hands as I look at this fuggen thing snarlin' at me. Poor bastard. It ain't people no more. I take a half step back 'fore I jump a good three feet in the air an' go to plant my dagger straight through it's fuggen eyehole. Done this shit a million times, I tell ya, quick an' painless. Better to put this thing outta it's misery now than risk it gettin' loose an' gnawin' me a new asshole.
Strengths:
—Strength Name: Quick Old Bastard —Description: I don't mean to brag but I've been around the block a few times and to even get around once ya gotta be fast. Fast to notice things, fast to move, fast to get the hell out or fast to draw yer piece. If yer slow yer gonna be slow forever cuz yer gonna be fuggen dead.
Grubby's occupation and life experiences have honed his precision and reaction times, giving him a +10% Luck bonus.
—Strength Name: Gotdamn Sneaky Jagoff —Description: Lemme tell ya a secret. Ya wanna know the best way to survive runnin' in to an Orc patrol...? ...ya don't let'em see ya! Khaaaaaaa ha ha *hack hack wheeze*... Urgh... I gotta kick the pipe one'a these days... but yeah, I done things I ain't proud of. Things I ain't gonna talk about and no one's gonna know cuz no one saw me do'em.
Grubby is a rogue by trade, a distinction he makes between thieves and brigands on the merit that he helps do good with his talents. Old Grub knows how to travel silently, hide from anyone looking for him, pick locks and disable traps, and generally go unnoticed.
Soul Skill Name: Backstab Persona Name: Kesson Rel Tier: Tier 1 Cost: None Type of Damage: Passive Description: "Never any such thing as a clean fight. You get in, hit'em, and get out, but you hit'em hard and you make damn sure you hit'em so hard they never get back up again. Use distractions, get in close, and go for the little nook under the ribcage."
Grubby's all too familiar with striking an opponent's vitals in combat and due to his size and strength this is really the only way he can bring someone down. Kesson Rel is a representation of this roguish training: one who's familiar with anatomy and where to hit someone to get them to drop. Of course, you can't backstab someone if they're looking straight at you.
If Grubby has not been targeted by an attack or skill on the enemy's last turn his critical hit chance is increased by 10%. In PvP this critical hit chance will apply if an opponent cannot tell exactly where he is when he strikes or is engaged in any distracting task that will take focus away from Grubby.
Impact:
This is gonna be quick, quiet, an' painless, ain't no bones about it.
Action:
I drink me one'a them Medicines on the way down the stairs there, givin' me 50 Aych Pee an' puttin' me back at peak condition.
Oh yeah, an' I stab a zombie in the face. That part's important.
CWIS
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:08 pm
The corpse lunged for Grubby's hand as he went to stab at it, but after years of experience as an adventurer he knew not to let his hand stray to close to the open maw of an undead. He was easily able to jam a knife into it's eye-socket.
The loud screech it let out filled the corridor, echoing off the walls and almost growing in volume as it ricocheted down and up the stairwell. From the wound the same thick black substance poured in buckets until till the entire creature was covered in it, soaking Grubby's knife in the substance as well...
The creature died quickly... yet the substance continued to flow for a few moments before petering out. The scuttling Grubby had heard earlier was now much louder. Seeming to come from all around him before congregating down the stairwell. Whatever was down there, there was a lot of them...
ViniVidiVicci
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Thu Jan 11, 2018 12:37 am
Damn. Fuggen zombie almost got a taste'a Grubby, but I done this before. Ya gotta keep the blade between you an' it, the hilt stops it from bitin' ya, see? I pull my dagger outta its skull just as quick as it went in when my feet hit the ground, smooth as butter. Motherfucker was screeeeeaaaaaamin' like a damn banshee. Guess I didn't get the right part'a the brain, hard to do that when they're movin' around like that. Then it starts leakin'. An' leakin'. An' fuggen leakin', the hell did I stab? Got a fuggen barrel full'a oil in that damn head or what? Now I know I'm fuggen around but this shit's a serious concern. I been a lotta places, seen a lotta things. I ain't seen nothin' like this shit before. Past experience is tellin' me it aint a good thing, I make sure I don't get any a that on my hands an' feet. Shit this motherfucker's dead, gotta be some kinda concentrated evil. Usually you only find that shit in drow but they ain't fuggen bleed none'a this goopy bullshit.
Well the good news is I think I found the lair'a the motherfucker. The bad news is he got more security than I thought he did. I hear a clutterin' comin' from up the stairs. This is as good a time as any to get the hell outta the crypt, shouldn't'a ever come down her by myself. Doin' a grave by yerself is a good way to stay in one. But I wanna know what I'm up against at least. Gonna come back with a whole shitpot full'a motherfuckers, they should know what they're walkin' into. Quietly I rush up the stairs but I don't go up there all the way, just 'round the bend. Stayin' real quiet I dig fer my mirror. Gonna get a good look at these assholes 'fore I get my feet movin'.
Strengths/Weakness:
—Strength Name: Quick Old Bastard —Description: I don't mean to brag but I've been around the block a few times and to even get around once ya gotta be fast. Fast to notice things, fast to move, fast to get the hell out or fast to draw yer piece. If yer slow yer gonna be slow forever cuz yer gonna be fuggen dead.
Grubby's occupation and life experiences have honed his precision and reaction times, giving him a +10% Luck bonus.
—Strength Name: Nimble Lil' Fuck —Description: Now bein' fast ain't enough if you can't get nuthin' out of it. Ya gotta stick and move, stick and move! Story time, if yer ass is gettin' chased by an Orcish Warbeast and you don't can't get yer butt over a wall yer gonna regret it for all of half a second.
Grubby is skilled at maneuvering around his environment out of necessity. While he's not physically faster in a straight run than anyone else he can get himself around obstacles with ease and is an excellent climber. Grubby's movement inside dungeons is double the normal rate.
—Strength Name: Gotdamn Sneaky Jagoff —Description: Lemme tell ya a secret. Ya wanna know the best way to survive runnin' in to an Orc patrol...? ...ya don't let'em see ya! Khaaaaaaa ha ha *hack hack wheeze*... Urgh... I gotta kick the pipe one'a these days... but yeah, I done things I ain't proud of. Things I ain't gonna talk about and no one's gonna know cuz no one saw me do'em.
Grubby is a rogue by trade, a distinction he makes between thieves and brigands on the merit that he helps do good with his talents. Old Grub knows how to travel silently, hide from anyone looking for him, pick locks and disable traps, and generally go unnoticed.
—Weakness Name: Damn Dirty Habit —Description: Uuuuooof...! *hack hack wheeze hack hack* Myaaaah... Fuck it sucks gettin' old... Been smokin' since, what, I killed my first boar? Mind you I mighta been no more than three rotations at the time. Anyway moral of this lil' story is don't ever smoke and if you do yer gonna look like me one day. Well maybe not this bad, but trust me it's gonna be ugly.
Grubby is a heavy smoker, favoring pipes and cigars and when he's not on a job he's constantly lighting up. This obviously impacts his stamina and after a long flurry of activity he might just break out into a coughing fit. The smell lingers too, and anything attempting to find him via scent will locate him more easily.
Impact:
I get up them damn stairs quicker'n greased shit an' quieter'n a gnat's fart. 'Less they can smell me over the oily bullshit I don't think they're gonna know where I went when I took off. If I sees'em I'm gonna be takin' off like a damn arrow I tell ya, I got the quickness about me.
Action:
I'm hidin' around the edge'a the stairs just 'round the zombie an' usin' my Hand Mirror to peer 'round the corner all sneaky like.
CWIS
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Thu Jan 11, 2018 7:25 pm
Grubby would be able to hide sufficiently well for the time being, making it around the edge just as the scuttling reached it's crescendo. Peering through the mirror he would see a formless mass of limbs in the distance grow closer as the sound grew louder.
"Wait here..."
A voice cuts through the noise... silencing it all at once. In the mirror the shifting mass halts, suddenly as if it were a statue. Vaguely limb shaped protrusions each sporting a black clawed hand jet out from all angles, all bone white, all motionless. In the dim light Grubby could make out a few... no... Dozens if not hundreds of doll like faces in the mass...
Then, a lone figure stepped from the horde of bodies and limbs. The figure took a few steps forward and eyed the corpse on the wall with disdain.
"Tch... Filth, your flesh stink hastens His coming... Organic Cancer"
The figure would regard the body for a moment longer before taking a sample of the black substance. It then turned back to the mound to rejoin it. As quickly as it came, the writhing mass of limbs took its leave.
That which hides below...
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ViniVidiVicci
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:44 pm
Now that ain't fuggen spooky at all, nosir, no it ain't. I can't count on both hands how many times I seen a fuggen abomination made'a dolls an' nightmares crawl up to a zombie an' spit out a demon. Gives me the fuggen creeps. I knew the scary shit was somewhere's around the Plane'a Shadow, just had to go lookin' is all. Sittin' right beneath the surface like the pus under a scab, disgustin' fuggen bullshit. But I'm quiet, I ain't make a damn sound. Somethin' like that could rip my fuggen head off an' wear it like a necklace, it'd be a fugly ass necklace but whatever gets yer rocks off. I ain't plannin' on bein' no gaudy addition to some demon's collection just yet so I park my ass right where I is an' I don't make a goddamn peep. Watch it come up an' take a look at the zombie, I listen to it fer a while. Guess it don't like them too much neither but fer different reasons. I just don't want to turn around an' find teeth in my ass, it ain't fuggen personal.
I sees him gather that shit up in a bottle an' go on his merry way in his fuggen carriage made a nightmares. The fuck do these assholes come from? The hell is their goddamn deal? Who the fuck wakes up an' says to themself Just gonna step right into my wagon made'a dolls and take a stroll around town, fer the sake a fuggen Pelor, man. I gotta admit I'd do the same thing as he's doin' if I had the means. This shit needs figured out, I already got some'a that goopy shit on that sapphire so's I think I'm good but more couldn't hurt. Got it all over my dagger, too. Shit's gonna take all damn day to buff out a bet, stupid motherfucker bleedin' evil all over my damn knife, shouldn't'a got stabbed ya bastard spitfuck. But I ain't done. Nosir, Grubby ain't fuggen done here. I took my healin' potion, I got a 'lil in me. I'm gonna foller this jaghole, sees what he's doin'. I ain't think he's with that rat bastard warlock but I been wrong before an' in any case someone that rides around in a fuggen horse-drawn aboleth prolly got a dagger comin' sooner 'r later. I give it about half a minute 'fore I slowly put my mirror back in my pouch without makin' no noise an' get creepin' on the stairs there. Heel to toe, quieter'n a fuggen orcish brothel. Y'know, cuz there ain't no one there. ...cuz they're uglier'n shit, look I really gotta explain this shit to ya?
Strength/Weakness:
—Strength Name: Gotdamn Sneaky Jagoff —Description: Lemme tell ya a secret. Ya wanna know the best way to survive runnin' in to an Orc patrol...? ...ya don't let'em see ya! Khaaaaaaa ha ha *hack hack wheeze*... Urgh... I gotta kick the pipe one'a these days... but yeah, I done things I ain't proud of. Things I ain't gonna talk about and no one's gonna know cuz no one saw me do'em.
—Weakness Name: Damn Dirty Habit —Description: Uuuuooof...! *hack hack wheeze hack hack* Myaaaah... Fuck it sucks gettin' old... Been smokin' since, what, I killed my first boar? Mind you I mighta been no more than three rotations at the time. Anyway moral of this lil' story is don't ever smoke and if you do yer gonna look like me one day. Well maybe not this bad, but trust me it's gonna be ugly.
Grubby is a heavy smoker, favoring pipes and cigars and when he's not on a job he's constantly lighting up. This obviously impacts his stamina and after a long flurry of activity he might just break out into a coughing fit. The smell lingers too, and anything attempting to find him via scent will locate him more easily.
Impact:
Same shit different outhouse, I'm a quiet motherfucker an' unless this twisted shitdick got the nose of a bloodhound I'm stayin' a quiet motherfucker.
Action:
Gonna follow this asshole, see where I fuggen get.
CWIS
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:43 pm
Grubby's decent was rather uneventful, this time. Should he keep a good distance behind the mound of limbs he would have no trouble following it. However, once he reached the bottom of the staircase, he found himself in a large room that looked to be part of the station, yet many sections of it seemed to be retrofitted with a strange white and black material, not all to dissimilar to the material the doll like beings were made of.
Speaking of, as grubby entered the chamber he would be just in time to watch as the sphere of body's clawed its way up the sheer side of one of the far walls, that had been completely rebuilt from the black and white material, and into a circular hole int he ceiling.
Dotting the room were a mix of corpses. Some were clearly humanoid, albeit these leaked the familiar black substance from their various wounds, and the other were a few of the Doll like beings, broken and unmoving.
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Fri Jan 12, 2018 9:53 pm
Looks awfully familiar it does. Head down a flight a stairs so dusty ya figure they ain't even been walked on by the jagoffs that built'em down into a crypt filled with corpses. Place fuggen reeks an' that's comin' from the asshole that smokes half a pound a day, I tell ya that. Don't know where all these corpses come from. Don't wanna know. Don't fuggen care either, I just know I found me some asshole that's got a dose'a his own medicine comin'. Don't think he's even connected to that rat bastard in the black coat but I don't give an orc's warty ass about that. I kill bad shit, that's what I do. Make the world a better place through fightin' fire with goddamn pointy things. It ain't take a fuggen wizard to figure out this shit's right up my alley. I seen a lotta evil in my day an' this gotta be pretty far up there in the list of shit that ain't okay.
...but I ain't no fuggen dumbass. I might be stupid but I ain't brain dead, I know fer damn sure I can't do this by myself. I go missin' down here ain't nobody ever gonna hear from me again and that smarmy needle dick ain't gonna get what's comin' to him. This a dungeon, friend. It needs a party to come down here an' tackle it fer the greater good. Now I'm damn good at what I do, can take a whole bandit camp by myself prolly, but this shit's outta my league. Gonna need help fer this one. I figure that if he's got to decoratin' what with some bodies coverin' the floor like elf panties in a bard's bedroom he ain't goin' nowhere no time soon. I got time to come back. I'll bring my damn- Nah, nah can't bring'em. Fuggen backstabbin' longshanks prolly knows about'im, he ain't come within' a damn mile a this place. Gonna have to get my own party fer this one. Lotta freaks out there, pretty damn sure I can find someone that's both stupid enough to fight monsters an' good enough to not let it kill'im. I stay low an' stay quiet an' make my way back up the stairs. Gotta walk 'fore you can run, son, an' I ain't gonna trip down no pit full'a demon assholes.
Strength/Weakness:
—Strength Name: Gotdamn Sneaky Jagoff —Description: Lemme tell ya a secret. Ya wanna know the best way to survive runnin' in to an Orc patrol...? ...ya don't let'em see ya! Khaaaaaaa ha ha *hack hack wheeze*... Urgh... I gotta kick the pipe one'a these days... but yeah, I done things I ain't proud of. Things I ain't gonna talk about and no one's gonna know cuz no one saw me do'em.
—Weakness Name: Damn Dirty Habit —Description: Uuuuooof...! *hack hack wheeze hack hack* Myaaaah... Fuck it sucks gettin' old... Been smokin' since, what, I killed my first boar? Mind you I mighta been no more than three rotations at the time. Anyway moral of this lil' story is don't ever smoke and if you do yer gonna look like me one day. Well maybe not this bad, but trust me it's gonna be ugly.
Grubby is a heavy smoker, favoring pipes and cigars and when he's not on a job he's constantly lighting up. This obviously impacts his stamina and after a long flurry of activity he might just break out into a coughing fit. The smell lingers too, and anything attempting to find him via scent will locate him more easily.
Impact:
I really gotta keep repeatin' myself or you just like the soothin' sound a my voice?
Action:
I got what I wanted, I know what I'm up against. Time to get the hell out while I got a good head on my shoulders an' not on the damn ground instead.
CWIS
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Subject: Re: About Damn Time [Grubby Awakening] Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:34 pm
Grubby returns to the surface and back to the terminal he started from safely.
The next morning he hears a report about a horrible accident in the trams.
And about how lucky it was that there happened to be a Seeker on the scene...
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