OOC: Dungeon Denizens Club

[Vibro repairman]

Deep in the heart of Gloomsdale Woods, the foreboding entrance to the sprawling dungeon of the infamous Dark Lord, Dennis the Despicable, can be found. Within the many corridors and rooms, the dark crypts and confusing mazes, the twisting tunnels and caverns, many a treasure awaits those brave enough - or foolhardy enough - to face the lurking perils that guard them.

Well, so says the brochure in the hamlet of Gloomsville, on the outskirts of the woods. The town makes quite a bustling trade at the Adventurers Information Centre with various T-shirts, pewter mugs and other gifts.

Whilst life for the adventurers and townsfolk may be pretty rosey, not everyone is quite so happy.

Mud getting traipsed across corridors from outside. Doors being knocked on - and barged through - at all hours of the day and night. No pizza delivery. And the paycheque's Dennis the Despicable hands out almost invariably bounce.

The misfits of the Dungeons Denizens Club hope to rectify matters. At the very least get some pizza.

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Characters are monsters and denizens of the Dark Dungeon of Gloomsdale Wood. Somewhat inept, but basically manage to survive what the "surface world" throws at them regardless, whilst all the rest of the denizens get mangled, banished, thumped and whalloped.

Examples: A dark elf/drow with arachnophobia and gets a rash from spidersilk. A vampire/vampiress who is "tea-total", faints at the sight of blood. A medusa who is just too good looking, and needs a couple of hours uglifcation make up each morning to be able to turn people to stone with her gaze.

Bronk the Minotaur, whose lair is on level 3 of the dungeon, in the middle of the compulsory maze, will be my character. Unlike the rest of his kind, who have an innate sense of direction, poor Bronk can get lost crossing a room.

 

[Nightsworn]

Ziwi

Ziwi takes a look at the mugs and scoffs. She wonders to herself how anyone could use such a worthless trinket for anything.

Her clothes reveal much of her skin. Most would take her as a recluse who is looking for a good time. The plain truth is that she has little money to attire herself correctly. She is dressed in little more than what appears to be a leather bathing suit. She wears leather boots with a metal strap on her thigh holding two daggers. She carries a fine longbow and a shabby quarrel on her back.
The bow is an heirloom of her scarce remembered family. She longs for adventure and the ability to shoot her foes.

Ziwi's does have one small problem. The girl is near sighted and when it comes to ranged combat, well, she scarecely sees blurred outlines of what might be friend or foe, sadly she has shot many trees thinking they were monsters out in the forest. She blames anything else for her inefficiencies and has a quick temper.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Hiya Nightsworn, some adventurers will be needed of course so welcome

 

[samthedeity]

Mundungus Remozi
Jewish Wizard
Brown eyes and hair, about 5'8, 165 lbs, Caucasian

Mundungus is a wizard, from a long line of wizards, who is in his twenty-eighth year of life. Being descended from a long line of noble and powerful wizards, his parents felt that he would be the most powerful of all of them. And he was. With one minor problem.

Sure, he had the raw magic flowing through his veins. However, he didn't have the ability to memorize well. Memorization. The key thing a wizard needs, so as to remember the complicated words and gestures associated with spells. Wrong actions cause spells to backfire, or even different spells to be cast (Much to the chagrin of Mundungus' parents after his tutor was dropped from a battlement instead of floated down). Seeing his raw power and lack of ability to harness it, the king of the realm immediately banished him to the Gloomsdale forest, where he was taken into the service of Dennis the Despicable. He currently resides in the fourth floor of the dungeon (as the only vault strong enough to withstand errant magical missile attacks was there). Unfortunately, that depth wasn't far enough for him to escape his Jewish mother.

Cries of "Oy vey!" rent the halls when she comes to visit him, leading many denizens of the tunnels to avoid that section of the dwellings every two weeks or so. Due to her near constant whining and naggging, he has a few...well, a lot of problems with his self-esteem. He can be very morose when he is nagged at by his mother (About the goyans he lives around, how mesuggah it is for him to live four floors down, why he couldn't have married that nice Jewish witch from down the road, why he doesn't visit as often as Stan, their other son) or reminded about his near constant wizarding failures.

Outside of that, he's really a pretty nice, happy person (If he accidentaly turns you into a wallclock while trying to conjure up tea, he would be extremely sorry).

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Attractive, bewitching, alluring, captivating, enchanting (need I go on?) -- one look in her eyes will mesmerize, tantalize, enthrall you and make you easy prey for this buxom beauty's voracious appetite for... BLOOD!!

Okay, she hates the taste. Far too metallic and it clumps up like clabbered milk if you don't drink it right away. Not to mention the fact that there's always gore and other nasty stuff involved with getting a pint or two... but what's a vampire without blood, I ask you?

Well, Carmen Alucard has the answer to that very question. A distant and not well-thought-of relative of the Count himself, she prefers hers clean, fresh and straight from the tap. Artificial, that is. This vampire is a vegetarian all the way despite the need to "keep up appearances".

In her spare time, she runs the kitchen at the Dungeon and is Secretary of the Tenant's Rights Board. She is also active on Game Night and loves a good, competitive game of Bingo.

At 5'11", she towers over many of the Dungeon's inhabitants, and has a fetish for... well, let's just say you can wait to find that out on your own.

I'm in, Vibro.

 

[Zarai]

She walked the halls of the dungeon restlessly, her silver-white hair cascading down her back. She stood 5'6" in bare feet, slender yet very well-toned, her skin pale, so pale that it made her vivid emerald eyes flecked with gold jump out at you when you saw them. Her movements were graceful and smooth, her lithe body nearly gliding down the hallway. If one heard her speak, her voice was almost silky in its resonance.

She wandered into a bedroom on the 2nd level of the dungeon, the floor she called home, though she often traipsed around the entire dungeon when the whim hit her... which was often. She lay there reading, eventually drifting off to sleep, the black clothing she wore a stark contrast to her pale skin and hair. Hours later, she awoke rather startled as a loud noise rumbled through the castle, seeming to come from the 4th level. Supressing a smile, she stretched and suddenly sneezed. Sighing she walked to the door and turned the handle, sneezing yet again. A moment later the sneezing stopped and the door swung open... a rather large and powerful snow leopard emerging silently from the room and padding off down the hall in search of amusement. Silently that is for a step or two, when the big cat stopped and suddenly ducked its head and sneezed. Shaking her head and her tail flicking in an annoyed manner, the cat continued down the hall.

Zarai was an unfortunate soul... having the luck to be born a werecat... and the predicament of being allergic to cats. Anytime a cat was near she would sneeze sporadically until far far away from it. Like most werecats, her transformations were quite unpredictable, often coming when she had extreme emotions of one sort or another... fear, laughter, startled, angry... any could trigger a sudden change from human to cat or back again. Though it was usually fairly obvious she was about to become the powerful cat, as her human form began a sneezing fit just prior to changing normally. When transformed into the leopard, there was no telling what her temperament would be... sometimes she was playful and fun, other times horribly violent and irritated.

She had come to the dungeon upon hearing there might be a wizard there who could help her, though that notion was quickly dispelled. Being a half human-half cat... with an unstable temperament had its disadvantages in the world, and thus she made arrangements with the Lord of the dungeon to simply stay there, where she could roam at will, indulging her whims and fancies... fitting in as best she could.

Zarai

Woman or cat? Lover or Killer?

 

[msboy8]

OOC: New Character, if you have room.

Timber, Wood Golem

Timber is a wood golem that was summoned into the dungeon, by one of Mundungus Remozi's distant anchestors. Being a Wood Golem is normally not a bad gig, but that stupid wizard only had a peice of balsaw wood to cast the summoning spell.

So, Timber is a great monster to scare people away; unless they get too close, then he lookes like a jigsaw puzzle of a golem from parts breaking off and having to be glued back on.

It you need some wood glue or even school glue, Timber is your man, erm... golem.

 

[The GrandMage]

Tony

Tony was once a handsome Prince. He made the ladies swoon, and he trained for many hours as a fighter and adventurer, just in case he needed to save some princess in distress or something. Anyway, one day, he's out adventuring with this sorceress,...and he gets a little,..."frisky" with her. So she turns him into a wererat.

That wasn't so bad. He could never returned home, yeah, the shame would be too much. So he turned to a life of thievery. Stealing, robbing, making the ladies swoon. Except on nights of the full moon. And nights he was just really drunk. Ugh.

Anyway, one day he's robbing this real good-looking lady, so he decides to give her a little,...a-hem, 'feel over'. And Whap! It turns out to be the same sorceress from before!

Well, she decides that obviously being a wererat hasn't curbed his behavior. If anything, it seems to have made it worse,...so she turned him into a rat.

Now, instead of being a handsome man who turns into a hideous rat-man on full moons, he's a hideous rat that turns into a handsome prince on full moons. Because even a sorceress wouldn't be THAT cruel.

Now, in order to reverse the curse, he has to get some maiden to marry him, knowing his secret. And NOT 'Just have fun with' any other women.

Well, seeing as how he doubts any of the good-looking women are going to put up with the rat-change, and not wanting to be stuck with some ugly little farmer's daughter his whole life, he set out to find someone to turn him back.

But after realizing he couldn't just convince a wizard to help him, he took up a job. He wanders the maze on the Third Level, nipping at the heels of adventurers, and stealing any valuables on the ones that the minotaur deals with. His actual 'job', if you want to call it that, is to make sure that no adventurers can cheat the maze. Trails of breadcrumbs or rolls of yarn or some other bs. Sometimes he juststeals them, sometimes he has them lead into a dead end, and sometimes the stop halfway down a hallway the adventurer was never in. Just to screw with them. What he really hates, though, is people who put chalk arrows on the walls. How's a rat supposed to clean those!?

Tony is a thief, a lecher, a braggart, and lazy. Not much of a combination,....unless you're gonna be a swashbuckling Prince. Tony doesn't much like his new life, but he doesn't complain...much.


That good?

 

[Vibro repairman]

Welcome peeps. The Dungeon Denizen's Clubs campaign for Better Lair Accomodation will soon be underway. Dennis the Despicable really doesn't want to hear about putting plumbing through Bronk's maze, I'm sure.

The main thread is up and running here.

 

[stalwartone]

OOC - Room for one more?

IC - Marduk the Gargoyle

Bent and twisted, horrific features, clawed fingers and toes, fangs, wings and a tail. Skin like stone, and a visage capable of scaring any intruder. Marduk is an eternal guardian, capable and willing to destroy anything that threatens his assigned lair. Once, he watched over some of the finest buildings in the old world, and cared for the holiest places. Now, he grubs in an underground lair.

It's not really his fault. It's just that his body, mystical as it may be, has betrayed him. First, his eyes have lost their once mighty night vision. Darkness now is an eternal mystery to him. For most creatures, this would be a minor inconvenience, but his ears are no sharper than a mortal's, and bright light causes his body to solidify into the solid form seen atop buildings. Also, to add insult to injury, he has developed intense vertigo. Heights cause him to freeze up and collapse in convulsions. Thus, he has taken to hiding in the depths of the earth, using night lights to allow him to hunt.

 

[intriguess]

Albino Allie

Her mom had wished for a pure child with alabaster skin and saphire eyes. Unfortunately for Allie a completely inept fairy granted her wish. So Allie was Albino, with white skin that burned at the slightest hint of the sun, and saphire blue eyes that shined in any light blinding her. Of course being a pure child, she had not yet discovered the curse behind that gift.

Her parents sent her off to the Dungeon as daylight was extremely painful to her. She had heard there was a wonky sorcerer lurking in the depths but was wavering about whether he could actually make things worse.

By the age of 21, she was a fine specimen with alabaster skin, bright saphire eyes, and fine figure from roaming around the various levels of the dungeon. Her hair was also white and made her appear older than she looked and very innocent.

(the pure part of curse would be that even if she were to have sex every morning she will wake up a physical virgin)

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Okay... I know I'm up to post, but hoping some others will jump into the thread. Come out and play -- monster or adventurer -- it's all good.

The Dungeon Denizens Club