Recent content by Mongrel

Sorry about ghosting for a bit! I will just be offsite for like two more days while orientation week happens for my transition program. I just want to really focus on making friends and things and all that. As soon as that is over, I shall return and respond to each thread I have ASAP. In...

Mongrel prowled through the streets in broad daylight, searching for something to eat. He didn’t have much money on hand, and even that he wanted to save towards new gear anyway. That meant his food would come out of someone else’s pocket, as it had so many times before. He thought back to that...

This rabbit fellow, whatever his name was, seemed like quite the proficient fighter. Someone who stood out from amongst the drunks, and those were the people Mongrel loved to fight the most. He grinned as they even accepted his challenge, similarly fending off attackers while doing so. Sadly...

Mongrel watched as Hugo took the pot off of his head and dealt with the messy repercussions of having a pot of food slammed over his head. Mongrel momentarily thought about telling him to enjoy what little was left, but realized he was just kicking someone who was down with no due cause and...

Mongrel knew the swing was coming, but shortly after realized that even though his opponent made it obvious, his body was not spry enough to follow through. The spoon-thing viciously smacked him in the mouth and left a bloody bruise, but it didn’t hurt too bad yet. However, the man behind the...

Mongrel grinned before getting out of his seat, revealing his mace on his belt plainly to the rabbit and then loosing an insane cackle. “Funny! You seem unfamiliar with me, so I’ll excuse the disrespect. What coward would throw something and then scram?” He replied, using the greater half of his...

Though Mongrel had heard Hugo coming from farther away, his attentions only turned to them once they dropped the firewood. See, there was this last little bit of chicken in the pot that he had to grab. He did so and then turned at the clatter of wood, noticing a blonde and bearded man. Now...

Something about the Crooked Noose almost called to Mongrel. It was what could only be described, even with his limited vocabulary, as a hovel. Such a word perfectly illustrated his life as well, which was perhaps why he so resonated with the dilapidated building. It reeked of a smell that was...

Mongrel trudged through the forest, mace in hand, searching for some food he could possibly eat. It had been a particularly rough day after he had decided to take a detour into the forest, and he really didn’t want to hunt. Why? With a full belly, a bit of adventuring sounded rather...