Arthur Dachs
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Roleplay posts: 3 
Age: 30
Physical Description: What is there to say other than Arthur is an anthropomorphic badger? Sure he's 4'9" and stands on his back legs, and can speak the common tongue instead of communicating in growls and grunts, but otherwise he's a badger with longer than average muzzle hair, making it appear like he has a mustache.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur wears a linen tunic that falls to halfway down his thighs and secures it with a belt around his waist, which he also uses to attach his knife and pouches to. Despite having claws he wears thick leather boots, which he tucks the top under his woolen pants. Around his shoulders he wears a tabard with a hood.
His main weapon is his staff, which he also uses as a walking stick. His back up weapon is his dagger.
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Registered: Dec 25, 2018 17:24:09 GMT -8
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Post by Arthur Dachs on Dec 30, 2018 13:33:22 GMT -8
Sniff. Sniff.
Humans... ale... and piss.
A black and white striped snout, sticking out of a hood, gathered all the information he needed before stepping through the door. The fur covered snout wiggled back and forth subconsciously as the creature it belonged to tried to figure out if it was worth it. Unfortunately for him, this part of the "free city" smelled much the same everywhere you went. Crime and depression.
Word of mouth through the "less than reputable" parts of the roads informed him that this was the place to make gold coins. He wished he didn't need to leave the provinces, but it seemed that building up a reputation wasn't good for one's health. All it took was kidnapping the wrong mayor's kid, and suddenly bounty hunters were searching for a new pelt to stretch above their fireplace.
Well actually two pelts he thought as he turned to his companion. His companion was shorter than him by just a few inches, but their similar markings made it hard for it to differentiate them. Hence why they had to move far from their burrows to this human hell hole.
Damn humans, first they chop down the woods, then when we try to get our own they come after us like we're nothing more than beasts.
"Come brother, I think I found us right," he growled quietly, nodding towards the tavern.
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Tasso Dachs
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Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 15 (Human Years)
Physical Description: Tasso is a giant anthropomorphic badger, standing 4'6 on his back legs. His furry body has the classic black and white 'mask' of a badger on his face. Pointy ears top his head, and he has a maw full of sharp teeth and long black claws.
Clothes and Equipment: Tasso wears a brown, hooded tunic and leather wraps on his legs. He wears a leather bag either on his back or on his side, and carries small knives and a bow and arrows.
Registered: Dec 26, 2018 3:34:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tasso Dachs on Dec 30, 2018 21:23:23 GMT -8
Tasso did as his brother did, and sniffed the air around them. They weren't even inside and already the rank odor of human filled his snout, as he was sure it did for Arthur as well. Tasso was indeed slightly smaller than his brother, and just about half his age, but the markings on their faces were almost identical. If not for for the shagginess of the fur under Arthur's nose, the two would be hard to tell apart if they weren't standing side-by-side.
"Not even squirrels piss where they eat." the badger quipped to his brother under his breath. Tasso has made no secret to Arthur that he didn't like the idea. It was the humans who had blindly destroyed so much of the lush woodland the two might have called home, and when they had to make their way in life through more nefarious means, it was the humans that had come after them directly. Seeking to join up with them now seemed they were making a deal with the same devil that had created their problems in the first place. Nonetheless, Tasso followed.
As the door opened, a hot wave of the same smokey, sweaty odor hit Tasso in the face. His nose wrinkled, but otherwise he seemed unphased by the stench. Having such an acute sense of smell helped to make Tasso a good tracker, but it was situations like this that made him feel as if he was paying for it. "Who are we supposed to talk to? Did we get a name?" Tasso asked Arthur as the badger looked around the smokey ale house.
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Arthur Dachs
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 30
Physical Description: What is there to say other than Arthur is an anthropomorphic badger? Sure he's 4'9" and stands on his back legs, and can speak the common tongue instead of communicating in growls and grunts, but otherwise he's a badger with longer than average muzzle hair, making it appear like he has a mustache.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur wears a linen tunic that falls to halfway down his thighs and secures it with a belt around his waist, which he also uses to attach his knife and pouches to. Despite having claws he wears thick leather boots, which he tucks the top under his woolen pants. Around his shoulders he wears a tabard with a hood.
His main weapon is his staff, which he also uses as a walking stick. His back up weapon is his dagger.
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Registered: Dec 25, 2018 17:24:09 GMT -8
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Post by Arthur Dachs on Dec 31, 2018 13:57:05 GMT -8
"Squirrels at least are somewhat tasty too," Arthur muttered back, though that muttering was made more into a growl in the back of his throat. He did find it especially grating that the supposedly "advanced" species tended to throw their waste everywhere they wanted, but even the not intelligent badgers knew how to clean out their burrows and to not defecate where they ate.
Perhaps out of exasperation, or perhaps because Tasso had already asked him that question multiple times within their days of travel, he continued growling, "And no, of course we didn't get a name. If the humans let a name slip the guard would be after them quicker than a Badger down a burrow."
Arthur slipped back his hood to reveal the telltale black and white badger boar stripes that ran lengthwise along his muzzle and face, and the beady black eyes that began to adjust to the light of the tavern. Elbowing and pushing his way to the bar none to gently he peered up, another demeaning thing to have to do with humans, at the bar tender and held up two claws, "Two ales."
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The Vallon Gang
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Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 11:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by The Vallon Gang on Jan 7, 2019 8:14:01 GMT -8
Though this part of the city was more inclusive, the sight of two badgers waltzing into the tavern was sure to catch people's attention. It was quite the odd sight and the majority of patrons who noticed merely stepped aside and let the little fellows through. "Who let the rodents in?" whispered one patron in obvious disdain. Other than that, the badgers were left to their own devices and the barkeep, eventually, got around to pouring them their ales in two wooden mugs with dark stains in the bottom. Perhaps they were unwashed.
"What brings you...two, to the Garrison Tavern?" Asked Frank, the tall, lanky, bartender with a lopsided face. He took a quick sniff and turned his nose up slightly at the scent of wild animal in this civilized building. It was a brief expression that quickly returned to normal, but the badgers were sure to notice it.
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Arthur Dachs
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 30
Physical Description: What is there to say other than Arthur is an anthropomorphic badger? Sure he's 4'9" and stands on his back legs, and can speak the common tongue instead of communicating in growls and grunts, but otherwise he's a badger with longer than average muzzle hair, making it appear like he has a mustache.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur wears a linen tunic that falls to halfway down his thighs and secures it with a belt around his waist, which he also uses to attach his knife and pouches to. Despite having claws he wears thick leather boots, which he tucks the top under his woolen pants. Around his shoulders he wears a tabard with a hood.
His main weapon is his staff, which he also uses as a walking stick. His back up weapon is his dagger.
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Registered: Dec 25, 2018 17:24:09 GMT -8
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Post by Arthur Dachs on Jan 8, 2019 19:21:02 GMT -8
Arthur growled at the patron who called him and his brother rodents, barring his fangs a bit to reveal clean white canines. They were nowhere near related to rats, and to be rather frank rats were preferable to humans at the very least. Still he turned back to the bar and grabbed the ales and handed one to Tasso, thinking to himself how ugly looking all humans looked, but this one took the cake.
"We're... unemployed at the moment, and we heard there's work for specimens with a certain skill set. Now would these tales be lies, or perhaps there is someone we can talk to get into details about what we can do," he didn't growl at the bartender, but it wasn't friendly either. Simply a request for two poor creatures to be pointed on the right path.
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