They’re some of the galaxy’s most infamous criminals- thieves, con artists, dealers of priceless artifacts from ancient precursor civilizations…until they got caught, that is. Now they’ve been given a chance, using their skills and connections to take down threats and just maybe, save the peace of the galaxy in the meantime…and make some quick credits on the sly.
“Men going their own way” sounds like it’d be some kinda cool warrior male type shit where they buy a large swath of land in Montana and live off the grid instead of unemployed losers talking about how their ex wives are whores on reddit
Context: We were setting up for a new campaign and doing a “is this an okay comp?” Kind of thing. In the past, everyone else in my group has had some kind of joke character, like Pret Zel the gnome or Walkien Bohnier, half-elf fighter. I had never done one before. It’s good to mention that we do this through Roll20 and discord. I was that last one to introduce my character.
DM: Alright, we’ve got a healer, a DPS caster, and a ranger. Tara, you got a tank up your sleeve?
Me: Yes, I do! I’m going to be playing a human fighter, and, uh, I’ll just type her name in the chat.
I send a message.
DM: … Tara?
Me: Yes Jacob?
DM: DID YOU JUST NAME YOUR CHARACTER FUCK YOU ALL??
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
