[ Squaring up with a giant frog wasn't completely out of the ordinary for Ryan-- in fact, it was a bit of a welcome change of pace to the beasts of the Feywild. A frog he knew. A frog he understood, in the sense that he understood it wanted to eat him and that was about it. And when it was five or six giant frogs-- they were still frogs.
What was out of the ordinary was facing them alone. His journeys had rarely left him on his own, and even then, he had more often chosen the safe routes over traipsing through whatever wilderness was around him, in hopes of shaving an hour or two off. It wasn't worth it. He levels his halberd at it as it advances; as far as weapons went, it was an elegant affair of twisted dark metal widening into an axe-like head before tapering off into a spear-like point.
It served its purpose, anyway.
He spots someone else who he can only presume is patrolling the river as well, just up a ways, and calls out. ]
Hey! A little help over here?
[ He slashes out at two of the encroaching frogs, each felled with a giant gash; three more waddle out of the river to replace them. ]
ɪɪɪ. Gɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜᴇ
[ When it comes to giving back to the community (inasmuch as it had given to him, anyway), Ryan does what Ryan knows best, and that's how to be strong. He hefts large sacks of flour and rice over his shoulders, gathered from kind donators to bring to the communal soup kitchen.
When he arrives, it's about as busy as expected; he stands in the door, unsure of what to do for a moment, before he flags down the first person he sees who looks like they might be putting in some hours as well. ]
Uh. Delivery? Where can I put these?
ᴠ. Hᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ I ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ
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Ryan Fielding | OC (DnD)
[ Squaring up with a giant frog wasn't completely out of the ordinary for Ryan-- in fact, it was a bit of a welcome change of pace to the beasts of the Feywild. A frog he knew. A frog he understood, in the sense that he understood it wanted to eat him and that was about it. And when it was five or six giant frogs-- they were still frogs.
What was out of the ordinary was facing them alone. His journeys had rarely left him on his own, and even then, he had more often chosen the safe routes over traipsing through whatever wilderness was around him, in hopes of shaving an hour or two off. It wasn't worth it. He levels his halberd at it as it advances; as far as weapons went, it was an elegant affair of twisted dark metal widening into an axe-like head before tapering off into a spear-like point.
It served its purpose, anyway.
He spots someone else who he can only presume is patrolling the river as well, just up a ways, and calls out. ]
Hey! A little help over here?
[ He slashes out at two of the encroaching frogs, each felled with a giant gash; three more waddle out of the river to replace them. ]
ɪɪɪ. Gɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜᴇ
[ When it comes to giving back to the community (inasmuch as it had given to him, anyway), Ryan does what Ryan knows best, and that's how to be strong. He hefts large sacks of flour and rice over his shoulders, gathered from kind donators to bring to the communal soup kitchen.
When he arrives, it's about as busy as expected; he stands in the door, unsure of what to do for a moment, before he flags down the first person he sees who looks like they might be putting in some hours as well. ]
Uh. Delivery? Where can I put these?
ᴠ. Hᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ I ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ
» Seeking: friendship/party members
» Preferences: n/a/span>
» Interests: wolves, weaving, gardening
» Bio: i don't know what to put here i'm not good with magic
[ ooc -- Apologies for placeholder PB icons! I'm still in the process of getting them inked and colored. ]