I would be interested in some dark and grim fantasy. Picked this system up in a bundle a while back and just recently been paging through it. I dig random character generation so I can edit this post as my guy comes to life through the rolls if you’re ok with that. I however do not have much experie...

Basil Day Spinning about and struggling to remove his prop Excalibur from its scabbard, damned paint must've dried up inside of the thing, Basil decides to just look intimidating with hand on handle as the men emerge from the shadowy door. In his most commanding voice, which isn't so at all, Basil ...

Basil Day Basil Day once again falls asleep while waiting and after hearing the sounds from outside their room. When he wakes this time he looks prepared for a battle. Broad paint strokes of gleaming metal, an impressive sword at his side, and a red plumed helmet atop his head. "King Arthur of...

Basil Day hears muffled talk of voids of space and boats and strange suits and dreams.... it's all very brief but very influential. When the cocoon cracks and the paint falls away the old man has been replaced by a tall gaunt young man with hair painted firey red, wearing a very sparkly glittery si...

I dig these ideas and as soon as Basil wakes he is willing to test what happens to paint in the cold void of space.
I'll get an in character post out tonight. Work has been brutal.

Retired as a Mural: Basil Day, Actor

Pulpatoon wrote:Rowenn552, would you please post Basil Day's info into the High and Mighty Guzzlers thread?

Pulpatoon wrote:Rowenn552, would you please post Basil Day's info into the High and Mighty Guzzlers thread?

Can do!

Sorry, I often forget to check this OOC thread.

Basil Day Basil takes a seat on the dais where Gluttony formerly rested and exhales loudly wiping his forehead and smearing colors together into a brownish mess. With chest dramatically heaving he says to Flintlock, "Well if the stage doesn't work out we would make for fine hands!" , he l...

Basil Day

"Hhhhhrrrrrkkkk sirrr... sir Horton was it? Uuurk would you hhhh be so kind as to rrrrrrkkkk lend us a wooden hand?"

With Horton's assistance that should make 30 and the Dexterity roll was successful I think right?

Basil Day "Ah yes well... I was never cut out for the hard labors but here goes." , the old man that Basil has taken the appearance of sets his staff down and spits a stream of colored paint chips into his hands. He slaps them together and gets ready to help lift... a rush of purplish pai...

Basil Day watches the soldiers leave, shrugs and gives wikerus a push, then joins the Princess and the large metal man by the statue of Gluttony to see what this magnificent wand does to the statue.

Basil Day

"Well the writing on the hatches changed after the room had spun so mayhap the downstairs has become something else? Down below is should be the theatre where I performed for so many years. I am unfamiliar with the putti you speak of though."

Basil Day Basil's head swivels back and forth taking everything in, the resemblance between some of his companions of that of the quite aggressive soldiers has not been lost on him. It would seem these two groups have some history. Unsure of his role in the current conflict he maintains silence but...

Pulpatoon wrote:

Rusty Tincanne wrote:Basically looking to animate one or two statues, preferably the ones nearer to the soldiers, if that makes sense.

Tactics like this make a GMs heart go pitter-pat.

MAXIMUM CHAOS!

MAXIMUM CHAOS succeeded!

Basil Day Strokes of rose paint up Basil's face from an unseen hand at the Princess' grip. He takes in the motion around him and the shared glances of his allies. He has decided he does not like the tone of these soldiers, not one bit, and will bolt for whichever hatch his new and interesting compa...

Basil Day In the confusion, appearance of the wooden soldiers, and resulting back and forth conversation Basil found himself falling asleep. It lasted mere moments but when he roused he now appeared robed and carrying a staff, his very obvious costume beard hung crooked on his face. He stepped out ...

Basil Day We must get out of here before the soldiers arrive. Mustn't we? Hatch or space boat? Basil points over to Splinters and the cold mist rising from the wooden boy. "I think maybe the wooden folks, the large man of metal, and even myself could survive such cold but I am not so sure abou...

Basil Day

Not one to see such a VIP in distress as the Princess he races between the statue and the girl to poke at the crawling behemoth.

Sticking it to Pride!: [1d8] = 6