North Sea Dungeon

Rokuro awkwardly clears his throat, pointedly directing his gaze away from Theriot to inspect the postings on the bulletin board beside them. Clearly, anything implying some kind of interest past business or friendship wasn't appreciated, even in a joke. Despite the obvious discomfort held in his ...

Rokuro hears Takiko's approach long before he sees him. That in and of itself wasn't much of an issue, the mere existence of another person from the Eastern Archipelago wasn't surprising. Them being another ogre, though? He sucks in a deep breath, already feeling their intense energy from the moment ...

Rokuro jumps a bit, clearly thinking of trying to reach for Theriot's staff to help him... If only for a split second. He breathes out a small sigh of relief when the gnome picks it up on his own, reassuring smile on his face. "Well, I suppose we'll get to know each other more, huh?" He jokes ...

For a man of his size, Rokuro was unexpectedly quiet. Rounding a corner near the bulletin board, he cleared his throat loudly on his approach behind the gnome as he stood. For the short time he'd spent here on the island, with some small part around shorter races like Theriot, Rokuro had tried to ...

I'd like to exchange 5 trinkets for a blue username for my boy c:

Rokuro can't help but sigh at the awkward spectacle between his two party members, a mixture of relieved and exasperated. Maybe Cobalt was simply that awkward, but he had caught how red their face had gotten at Theriot's gesture. He supposed it was alright that it was happening... Just as long as ...

Rokuro was glad she didn't push. He got the impression that Yehla was the kind of woman to not look too deeply into people's business, if only because others tended to pry with her. The typical soft smile he usually wore reappeared as Yehla spoke, emptying her pipe. "Likewise, Yehla. I can only hope ...

"Cobalt?!" Rokuro's shouted after his two companions as they rolled and ran into the dark. Quickly glancing around the entrance, he let out a sigh of relief that no other adventuring parties had been there to see the display. Shouldering his pack and hefting his club closer to his side so it didn't ...

Rokuro considers her question, lifting it up and studying it thoughtfully. How long had this weapon been in his family? When the time eventually came for it to change hands from his father to his sons, nobody would have ever expected it to end up with Rokuro. Then again, his father never got the ...