Oi oi oi!

Howl von Vale DND 5e OC Newcomer Housing: Apartment 313 Retains: the ability to summon spectral armor up to thirty minutes total per day, however it will only boost defense. A wooden sword and a bb gun.

[kickingastral]

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Oi oi oi lets get some character info in 

Howl von Vale is the name. 30 years young and a published author

A mess of a man with maybe the cleanest soul, very big on friendship and forgiveness 

Loves to drink, loves to drink socially, loves making and eating chili (yes with beans)

Taught martial arts by his landlord, a tiny woman with enough power in her fist to demolish buildings

A middle child and thus prone to middle child syndromes. Category 1: Over achieving

Loves gossip, a true chismis

Carries food in his jacket pockets, from jerky to chicken wings. Just...brush the lint off you’ll be okay.

Knows how to work a sailing vessel. “Im almost a pirate you know?!”

Wise but like nonsense wise.

He likes the words besties and amigo and pal 

Will love you and care about if you can tolerate him.

[kickingastral]

rose-goldscales​:

Forest Chicken ~ @kickingastral​

She was traveling through the woods, as she was naturally prone to be doing. If you ever needed to find her, just walk through the forest for a bit, it’s hard to miss the sun gleaming off of the rosy colored scales.

On such a occasion, she had a pillow in her arms as she was making her way to her special cave. She found it a long time ago, and had begun steadily moving things from her residence to this place instead. the cold made it difficult to do it quickly, but she was diligent enough. 

Something caught her attention very quickly. A certain smell that she hadn’t smelled in the forest before. She became distracted and followed the scent. She found a human in the woods, he seemed to be minding his own business, but it was undeniable that the scent was coming from him.

Chicken wings. Her absolute most favorite food of all time. 

She didn’t want to approach at first, unsure of who the stranger was or what he was doing here. So she watched him from a distance, pillow in hand as her stomach growled ever so lightly. 

Suddenly, she sneezed.

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This city was still a mess to you, a grey slab of futuristic arcana that confused your senses. Praise the lords that there are still areas that reminded you of home. Verdant forests away from the towering lamps and droning of those horseless carriages. It was good for you to step back and take a breath. Just like Althealand. You feel your lungs fill with the fresh air, the cold air and dew replaced with the warming beacon of the sun above. 

Lunch time, you thought as you looked up to seen the noon sky. The venture into the woods had brought a hunger to you but luckily you were prepared for moments like. Finding a small clearing you stick your hand into your left breast pocket and pull out a small wing, a remnant of a party you attended the night before. The skin no longer crispy, and now a memory of itself at peak taste rubbery and cold. 

Which was fine by you. 

As you begin to start your meal you felt an odd feeling in your gut. 

Perception roll 1d20+3=14 

Head turning behind you as the crack of a sneeze jolts you to attention. 

“Oi! Who’s hidin’ in the bushes? Show yaself now if you’re a freind or else I’ll consider you a foe.”

[starcall]

❝ pray forgive me, but ... what is a ' milf ' ? ❞

[kickingastral]

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“I was taught this at the merchent guild association. It stands for Minimally Interested Fund Loans. A non credit based lending system that allows only for small amount of cash to be given in a loan. When looking for money to borrow it's best to avoid MILFs. "

[curseshared]

kickingastral​:

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“Your roots?“ 

Your gaze shifted towards the woman, eying her up and down as your brow converted to a a confused position. 

“Are you some form of druid or fae? An ent? Oooooohhh! Are you some form of tre woman? Lemme guess is your name uh..Maple? Cherry?. No you look like a Willow. Your name is Willow huh?!”

“I was referring to my hair.” What’s with that look? Is there something on her face? “But don’t let me interrupt your baseless speculation. It’s kind of amusing.”

[kickingastral]

curseshared​:

“I was referring to my hair.” What’s with that look? Is there something on her face? “But don’t let me interrupt your baseless speculation. It’s kind of amusing.”

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“Your hair has roots? Preposterous. Your hair looks like my hair and I don’t have roots.” 

You run your fingers through your hair and feel through to your scalp. 

“Just hair!”

[kickingastral]

GO THROUGH A NIGHTTIME ROUTINE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF VILLAIN YOU ARE.

chaotically evil

you do what you want, when you want, and without regard for the law. you keep yourself out of jail by keeping everyone around you off-balance. no one knows what you want, truly, or what you plan to do with all this power you've accumulated. your crimes range from "harmless" pranks to murder. anything for a good laugh, huh? you refuse to let anyone kill you, so you plan out your own disappearance. its a great spectacle - tickets are $10 dollars per person. some people speculate that you've died, but most know the truth. they all saw you escape through the back door.

[kickingastral]

daxned​:

Oh, the small child of wonder part of her wants to ask more. If she wasn’t so guarded and disconnected from who she was before everything, she would have asked him about his adventures. She’d probably want to hear all those stories. She does, somewhere deep down but the child doesn’t ask about it.

something does spark her curiosity though at the mention of daughter. So he was a father and read his daughter bedtime stories. Much like her father had.

“did she like the story? Where is she now? Your daughter?”

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”She loved the stories, as much as she could. I remember tucking her into bed when it was my turn, cuddled in her blanket, hugging her little teddy owlbear.” 

You smile a bit to hide a frown and maybe push your tear back in. 

“She’s back home hopefully. Before I came here i havn’t seen for a few months already. She’s with her mother while I’m away. No worries though! I’ll see her again and tell her stories of this city. She wouldn’t believe the tales I’ll weave about here.” 

[kickingastral]

heart3yed​:

💛 💜 ❤️ || if she was OFFENDED that he called her a little girl, satori shows no expression to indicate such. eyes so blank, unblinking, yet very wide.

❝are you … USUALLY in danger of being ambushed?❞ she remarks wryly, fishing through the machine’s maw for her now purchased iced coffee. ❝so jumpy, my goodness –❞

– and kind of rude. but she’ll chalk it up as a BYPRODUCT of his fish out of water nature. no need to poke at a man already vulnerable.

❝here, do you want me to SHOW you? you certainly won’t get anywhere by just talking to it.❞ well, there goes being antisocial.

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“You’ll be surprised how many time I walk into a new room or trail or corridor and suddenly groups of attackers come my way. The fact I’m still here alive shows you my skills. “ 

And how cooperative your teammates are Howl. It wasn’t just you its a team effort. You take her offer however, and hand the coin to her. Now turning to the machine as your finger press againt the glass. The number underneath the bottle reading G5

“I want that one. The coffee with the mustachioed fella with the pipe. Big Boss!”

[indomitableblackdragon]

@kickingastral | liked for a starter

"You know if they didn't take my cannons I would've totally shot them off when we passed into this year! Not to try and scare anyone, just because it would probably be funny."

And partially for a fire test. After what felt like a month there was sure to be some kind of rust with aiming and shooting them off.

"Shit right forgot to mention. Name's New Jersey! You looked like the only person sitting around here. All the new year drunks are out and about I suppose."

Or the bar she was sitting at was just not that popular. Who really knew or cared in the grand scheme of things?

[kickingastral]

indomitableblackdragon​:

@kickingastral | liked for a starter

“You know if they didn’t take my cannons I would’ve totally shot them off when we passed into this year! Not to try and scare anyone, just because it would probably be funny.”

And partially for a fire test. After what felt like a month there was sure to be some kind of rust with aiming and shooting them off.

“Shit right forgot to mention. Name’s New Jersey! You looked like the only person sitting around here. All the new year drunks are out and about I suppose.”

Or the bar she was sitting at was just not that popular. Who really knew or cared in the grand scheme of things?

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“Cannons? Oh! Are you a soldier little lady? Hmm...Having cannons could be fun..” 

No you don’t need cannons. 

“I could totally rock cannons. Anyways I don’t think cannons would be a smart idea to shoot off like this. Yes it’ll be amazing when you launch them but you know there's this science called trajectory and there’s this thing called curvature and you knwo that saying what goes up? Well must come- ” 

Followed by a whistle as you mimic the ballistics falling back onto earth. 

“Could ruin at least one person’s day yunno?” 

You add with a head shrug. Formally turning your stool to face her. 

“Pleasure to meet you Uh New Jersey was it? Howl von Vale. Forgive me for askin’ but Is New your first name or is that like a junior thing and you have a parent named Old Jersey? Hmm I could go by Old Howl in my old age. That could just might work. Hahahaha! But it looks like you’re right I am sitting here by myself. Huh didn’t notice.”

[curseshared]

"Oh, I see my roots are starting to show again..."

"I suppose I should do something about that." She twirls a lock of hair around her finger, contemplating the colour, the stubborn curl that's somehow survived decades of treatments. "Or... what if I didn't?"

[kickingastral]

curseshared​:

“Oh, I see my roots are starting to show again…”

“I suppose I should do something about that.” She twirls a lock of hair around her finger, contemplating the colour, the stubborn curl that’s somehow survived decades of treatments. “Or… what if I didn’t?”

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“Your roots?" 

Your gaze shifted towards the woman, eying her up and down as your brow converted to a a confused position. 

“Are you some form of druid or fae? An ent? Oooooohhh! Are you some form of tre woman? Lemme guess is your name uh..Maple? Cherry?. No you look like a Willow. Your name is Willow huh?!”

[kickingastral]

flynni​:

“ oho !! my lad , tuck yourself in because it’s storytime . you see , i’ve been here and back not once , not twice , not even thrice ; i actually can’t keep track . the point is this place is like prison . once they throw you in you just keep coming back, baby !! every time things are a bit different though . a new bush in that corner , a new shop on that street , and one day you’re here with the love of your life , and the next – ”

they’re not here .

“ – you catch my drift now , don’t you ?? welcome to hell , pal . honeymoon over . ”

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“My compadre, you’re telling me this trip is not temporary? But I got plants that need to be watered, adventures to be had. A child to raise!!” 

You frown at this realization, brows furrowed. 

“A bush? A new shop? You’re shittin’ me right? That’s disappointing. My condolences for your lost. So we’re just stuck here huh? Well all I can say is...Fuck. That’s it. Fuck. Wait I’ve been to hell. Well a circle of it and this place is more cozier than that but I get you. So how do you cope?”

[kickingastral]

flynni​:

“ ew , i don’t want to be here again . ew . “

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“Oi bucko! Waddya mean...Again?”

[kickingastral]

daxned​:

Is that a look of judgement as he lists stories he’s written? He lost her at the fight for good and kings and mistakes of empires. He’s definitely lost her in the stories of love and….a blue dog.

There’s a look of judgement and confusion ALL in one.

“And you enjoy writing or talking about these stories? Do you believe them?”

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“Believe them? I’ve lived them lassie! Howl von Vale, adventurer and author. All me stories ‘re based off me travels with the Troupe of Dawn! No doubt about that. I’ve sailed seas, trekked through forests, saw the abyss in the space above us. Played the game of political conquests, saved a village ‘r five. Though....” 

You give the young girl a gentle smile but big enough to clench your eyes shut. 

“The story of the blue dog? I’ll let you in on a secret. I made that one up from when I used to tell mi daughter bedtime stories. The rest though, all real!”

[kickingastral]

flowercast​:

“Soooo…I suppose the divorce wasn’t amicable? A shame, but you mustn’t dwell on it. Your human life is fleeting after all and it would be pointless. Have all the rebounds you’d like, I say! Oh, but you do get afflicted with sentimental feelings when it comes to relationships, don’t you?”

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“Oh it was amicable, we’re bestest of friends still. She even drops our daughter at my mother when she has to work for the city guard. Though you might be right on the sentimental feelings. We might have ended it too well. I have no negative feelings for her but you know people tend to drift away, especially since we got married before we even twenty. It was all good and I think that is what I miss most.”

[kickingastral]

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"Everybody has such sour relationships with their siblings and yet...I miss my younger brother...and my older sister too I guess.”

[kickingastral]

daxned​:

“I do.” She answers nearly guarded. She’s watching him like a hawk. Man, with how hard she’s looking at him, she might just cut right through the guy.

“But I also wouldn’t have known you were a story writer. I do not know you, mister.”

Be nicer.

It wasn’t exactly what Eiden had said, but it’s something that she keeps in mind. Something she’s watched Eiden be: Kind.

“What kind of stories?”

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“Fair enough.”

The way she glares at you, reminds you of the way Cordelia would stare at you, or maybe it’s the way Tempie does too. She is her aunt’s niece so it would make sense. It was nostalgic to be fair even if it is a stare of full toxicity. 

“Stories of daring adventurers and the fight for good. Stories of kings and the mistakes of empires. Stories of love found in cities and the road. Oh a story of a blue dog one time too!”

[kickingastral]

flowercast​:

“Why wouldn’t you be able to say anything? You’ve experienced love once! And will likely experience it again if given the chance!”

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“Sadness? Melancholy? A feeling of emptiness that’s not quite there even though it’s been five years? you pick and choose to be honest. Maybe I didn’t get a proper goodbye? Maybe I missed what we had and don’t want to uhh what’s the word have rebound feelings on another person who deserves nothing of it? “

[kickingastral]

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“Remember friends. Celibate is only two syllables from mast-” 

And then a truck honks its horn.