North Sea Dungeon

Takiko let out an impish giggle upon hearing Rokuro's worries. "Don't worry about me taking your supplies, I come with my own free of charge," he gestured back to the large bag on his back. "All's I got in here is a water skin and food to last me a week. No need for that unnecessary crap." "Just don ...

The notion of paying to work with this gnome and deserter made Takiko scoff. He dropped his hand - prepared to retort - when Rokuro put himself between the potential partners. Takiko was not prepared for this feeling of being towered over which caused his composure to falter. In the heat of the ...

Since arriving on the island Takiko had made a habit of waking up early to eat breakfast in the town square. He sat on the top of a small stone wall kicking his feet; the wooden geta he wore gently clinking as they hit. There was a clear view of the bulletin board from where he sat, devouring a bowl ...

The tall-man's behavior was off putting; the red stains on his hands and clothes as well as the nervous fidgeting were enough to make Takiko second guess their decision. The prospects of new food was starting to drive their judgement on the situation. The blood made Takiko think that maybe this ...

Takiko's head cocked a little to the side upon hearing this. "Really?" asked in a more accusatory tone than hopeful; this seemed too good to be true. There has only been one butcher shop on this island the whole time they've lived here and the promise of 'cheaper' always spelt trouble in Takiko's ...

Takiko let out a short, quiet sound of curiosity and -without looking up from the ground - shifted their head towards the source of the voice speaking to them. They finally let their rear plop to the ground and propped their head up on their hands - elbows resting on their raised knees. Takiko was ...

"You piece of shit!" The door to a butcher shop in town swung open cracking against and bouncing off the adjacent stone wall - the hinges squealing in agony as it slowly closed again. Before it could, Takiko stormed through the entryway and turned to look inside, "The only goddamn place to get meat ...

Takiko was too busy acting like he was scanning the perimeter to even notice the twins walking up from right in front of them. It wasn't until one of them said "Hi! Is this the cedar team?" that Takiko snapped his head down to see the two clones only a few feet away. He stared at the half-foots in ...

"I'm Takiko!" They had ignored Yehla's questions and extended hand completely instead latching onto her name, her being in the cedar group, and of course... horns. Now that Takiko was settled their energy calmed a bit. They put their hands behind their head leaning back a little to look at Yehla ...

Takiko suddenly snapped back into consciousness. They don’t know how long they had been sitting in the dungeon plaza mindlessly probing at the gap in their teeth – something that had become a habit – but they knew now that their face must’ve been contorted in an embarrassingly ugly fashion for way to ...