Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
RULES:
no racism or the like
use asterisks for ooc
I kindly request a desc of your character, like a short little appearance or something
Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
RULES:
no racism or the like
use asterisks for ooc
I kindly request a desc of your character
*Oh cool! I’ll post a desc tomorrow when I get back on my computer, I probably won’t be able to post as fast as others here but I hope that’s ok. Looks cool!*
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
RULES:
no racism or the like
use asterisks for ooc
I kindly request a desc of your character
*Oh cool! I’ll post a desc tomorrow when I get back on my computer, I probably won’t be able to post as fast as others here but I hope that’s ok. Looks cool!*
Quick backstory: Born nowhere, wanderer for eternity. Catal has wandered the deserts, the forests, and the mountains of the world, searching for anything lost. She's come to this place, hoping to find something of interest -- perhaps something that could pick up a few coin.
She's a tall, lanky (about 6'1) human female -- dark-haired, with a series of three scars (vertical, across her face) marring her features (she picked them up from a bear). She's been wandering for a while, and has finally begun to have some fun. (so...seducing rats isn't beyond her *cough cough*)*
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
First of all: I am not on too often, so would you prefer I stay off the thread unless I suddenly get a lot more time on DDB
And second: For the character... you asked for a description, but didn't note the details you needed. Would appearance, personality traits, and a stat block be sufficient?*
First of all: I am not on too often, so would you prefer I stay off the thread unless I suddenly get a lot more time on DDB
And second: For the character... you asked for a description, but didn't note the details you needed. Would appearance, personality traits, and a stat block be sufficient?*
Quick backstory: Born nowhere, wanderer for eternity. Catal has wandered the deserts, the forests, and the mountains of the world, searching for anything lost. She's come to this place, hoping to find something of interest -- perhaps something that could pick up a few coin.
She's a tall, lanky (about 6'1) human female -- dark-haired, with a series of three scars (vertical, across her face) marring her features (she picked them up from a bear). She's been wandering for a while, and has finally begun to have some fun. (so...seducing rats isn't beyond her *cough cough*)*
*damn that's crazy*
Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
As Catal Ismic approaches the gates, Lomdinge looks up, staring through squinted eyes. "Hello, traveler. Would you care for some riddles with us? Or dost you seek entry?"
Quick backstory: Born nowhere, wanderer for eternity. Catal has wandered the deserts, the forests, and the mountains of the world, searching for anything lost. She's come to this place, hoping to find something of interest -- perhaps something that could pick up a few coin.
She's a tall, lanky (about 6'1) human female -- dark-haired, with a series of three scars (vertical, across her face) marring her features (she picked them up from a bear). She's been wandering for a while, and has finally begun to have some fun. (so...seducing rats isn't beyond her *cough cough*)*
*damn that's crazy*
Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
As Catal Ismic approaches the gates, Lomdinge looks up, staring through squinted eyes. "Hello, traveler. Would you care for some riddles with us? Or dost you seek entry?"
Catal stares back at them, confused -- she didn't quite expect the rats to talk *she doesn't have any previous knowledge of this place*. After pondering, she asks, "And these riddles -- shall they test me? Will they lead me to a greater reward than entry?"
*Yay! I'm also gonna be off for...about the next 3 days or so (i've got a few more hours today) so :/*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
Quick backstory: Born nowhere, wanderer for eternity. Catal has wandered the deserts, the forests, and the mountains of the world, searching for anything lost. She's come to this place, hoping to find something of interest -- perhaps something that could pick up a few coin.
She's a tall, lanky (about 6'1) human female -- dark-haired, with a series of three scars (vertical, across her face) marring her features (she picked them up from a bear). She's been wandering for a while, and has finally begun to have some fun. (so...seducing rats isn't beyond her *cough cough*)*
*damn that's crazy*
Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
As Catal Ismic approaches the gates, Lomdinge looks up, staring through squinted eyes. "Hello, traveler. Would you care for some riddles with us? Or dost you seek entry?"
Catal stares back at them, confused -- she didn't quite expect the rats to talk *she doesn't have any previous knowledge of this place*. After pondering, she asks, "And these riddles -- shall they test me? Will they lead me to a greater reward than entry?"
*Yay! I'm also gonna be off for...about the next 3 days or so (i've got a few more hours today) so :/*
"They, simply, are for merriment. Do you care to join or not?" Lomdinge replies, the small torch nearby on the stone bricks illuminating his face.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm think and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" Lempdinger grumpily pipes up, glaring daggers at nothing in particular.
“I’ve heard this one somewhere before,” Catal replies, beginning to think out loud. “Hours…expires in hours…quicker, thinner and it loathes the wind…”
As she thinks, she recalls memories — flames flickering dimly in the sitting room, loud laughter coming from nearby. Wax dripping down candles…”Candles! Candles!” she replies.
*hi*
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
*hi*
“Simple enough,” Catal replies, smirk widening across her face. “My wine.”
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
*hi*
“Simple enough,” Catal replies, smirk widening across her face. “My wine.”
*jkjk but this’ll be funny*
"Mm. Wine." Lemdinger mutters under his breath. Lomdinge lightly chuckles at the quip, before speaking. "Do you wish to skip that one or do you wish to try again?"
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
*hi*
“Simple enough,” Catal replies, smirk widening across her face. “My wine.”
*jkjk but this’ll be funny*
"Mm. Wine." Lemdinger mutters under his breath. Lomdinge lightly chuckles at the quip, before speaking. "Do you wish to skip that one or do yo wish to try again?"
"Isn't it so easy to love? Well, if that isn't the answer, I'd say that I'm stumped." Catal thinks for a moment before speaking once more -- "What are you two here for? Are you guardians of some sort, or merely here to interest people with your riddles?"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
*hi*
“Simple enough,” Catal replies, smirk widening across her face. “My wine.”
*jkjk but this’ll be funny*
"Mm. Wine." Lemdinger mutters under his breath. Lomdinge lightly chuckles at the quip, before speaking. "Do you wish to skip that one or do yo wish to try again?"
"Isn't it so easy to love? Well, if that isn't the answer, I'd say that I'm stumped." Catal thinks for a moment before speaking once more -- "What are you two here for? Are you guardians of some sort, or merely here to interest people with your riddles?"
"The answer was your name. Yes, we are simply guardians of the ravine. Anyone who finds their way into this pass almost always dies, for it shelters outlaws, blood, and coin. Some who survive the journey speak of a dragon. The pilgrims that come from here claim of sort of great end somewhere." Lomdinge replies calmly, the light on his face dimming as a flake of snow falls onto the nearby torch. "One more riddle before you go on your merry way, fair maiden?"
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
*hi*
“Simple enough,” Catal replies, smirk widening across her face. “My wine.”
*jkjk but this’ll be funny*
"Mm. Wine." Lemdinger mutters under his breath. Lomdinge lightly chuckles at the quip, before speaking. "Do you wish to skip that one or do yo wish to try again?"
"Isn't it so easy to love? Well, if that isn't the answer, I'd say that I'm stumped." Catal thinks for a moment before speaking once more -- "What are you two here for? Are you guardians of some sort, or merely here to interest people with your riddles?"
"The answer was your name. Yes, we are simply guardians of the ravine. Anyone who finds their way into this pass almost always dies, for it shelters outlaws, blood, and coin. Some who survive the journey speak of a dragon. The pilgrims that come from here claim of sort of great end somewhere." Lomdinge replies calmly, the light on his face dimming as a flake of snow falls onto the nearby torch. "One more riddle before you go on your merry way, fair maiden?"
“Very well,” Catal replies, blushing (even though she’s been complimented by a rat). “Tell me.”
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"This is our hardest one. I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make men have to pee, and women comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop but if you'll look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle?" Lomdinge speaks as Lempdinger snickers at the conversation.
"This is our hardest one. I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make men have to pee, and women comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop but if you'll look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle?" Lomdinge speaks as Lempdinger snickers at the conversation.
*:0*
"...what? Well, I'm not sure. Now -- thank you for your guidance, o divines. I must continue onwards."
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Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
RULES:
no racism or the like
use asterisks for ooc
I kindly request a desc of your character, like a short little appearance or something
No more posting. Sorry!
*Oh cool! I’ll post a desc tomorrow when I get back on my computer, I probably won’t be able to post as fast as others here but I hope that’s ok. Looks cool!*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
*noice!*
No more posting. Sorry!
*Character Name: Catal Ismic
Quick backstory: Born nowhere, wanderer for eternity. Catal has wandered the deserts, the forests, and the mountains of the world, searching for anything lost. She's come to this place, hoping to find something of interest -- perhaps something that could pick up a few coin.
She's a tall, lanky (about 6'1) human female -- dark-haired, with a series of three scars (vertical, across her face) marring her features (she picked them up from a bear). She's been wandering for a while, and has finally begun to have some fun. (so...seducing rats isn't beyond her *cough cough*)*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
*Okay, two questions:
First of all: I am not on too often, so would you prefer I stay off the thread unless I suddenly get a lot more time on DDB
And second: For the character... you asked for a description, but didn't note the details you needed. Would appearance, personality traits, and a stat block be sufficient?*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
*I'll edit that, and u pick for the first one*
No more posting. Sorry!
*damn that's crazy*
Divine twin rats, both a whole foot tall, Lempdinger and Lomdinge sit on logs on either side in front of the legendary stone brick gates of Tyr's Pass, a ravine travelled by only the most desperate, for it is filled with blood and rogues. Lempdinger only lies and is more scruffy with a missing eye, while Lomdinge only tells the truth and has squinty eyes. It has been known that to enter, you must answer and converse with them until they are worn out. You can either find a cave passage and brave the beasts inside to get into Tyr's Pass, or confront them.
As Catal Ismic approaches the gates, Lomdinge looks up, staring through squinted eyes. "Hello, traveler. Would you care for some riddles with us? Or dost you seek entry?"
No more posting. Sorry!
Catal stares back at them, confused -- she didn't quite expect the rats to talk *she doesn't have any previous knowledge of this place*. After pondering, she asks, "And these riddles -- shall they test me? Will they lead me to a greater reward than entry?"
*Yay! I'm also gonna be off for...about the next 3 days or so (i've got a few more hours today) so :/*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"They, simply, are for merriment. Do you care to join or not?" Lomdinge replies, the small torch nearby on the stone bricks illuminating his face.
No more posting. Sorry!
“Very well. I shall test my mettle.”
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm think and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" Lempdinger grumpily pipes up, glaring daggers at nothing in particular.
No more posting. Sorry!
“I’ve heard this one somewhere before,” Catal replies, beginning to think out loud. “Hours…expires in hours…quicker, thinner and it loathes the wind…”
As she thinks, she recalls memories — flames flickering dimly in the sitting room, loud laughter coming from nearby. Wax dripping down candles…”Candles! Candles!” she replies.
*hi*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"Correct, traveler," Lomdinge softly replies, the small torch nearby capturing his hairs and whiskers as his brother scoffs at Catal's quick answer. He then inquires, "Why not one more? This belongs to you, but everyone else who knows you uses it."
*hi*
No more posting. Sorry!
“Simple enough,” Catal replies, smirk widening across her face. “My wine.”
*jkjk but this’ll be funny*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"Mm. Wine." Lemdinger mutters under his breath. Lomdinge lightly chuckles at the quip, before speaking. "Do you wish to skip that one or do you wish to try again?"
No more posting. Sorry!
"Isn't it so easy to love? Well, if that isn't the answer, I'd say that I'm stumped." Catal thinks for a moment before speaking once more -- "What are you two here for? Are you guardians of some sort, or merely here to interest people with your riddles?"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"The answer was your name. Yes, we are simply guardians of the ravine. Anyone who finds their way into this pass almost always dies, for it shelters outlaws, blood, and coin. Some who survive the journey speak of a dragon. The pilgrims that come from here claim of sort of great end somewhere." Lomdinge replies calmly, the light on his face dimming as a flake of snow falls onto the nearby torch. "One more riddle before you go on your merry way, fair maiden?"
No more posting. Sorry!
“Very well,” Catal replies, blushing (even though she’s been complimented by a rat). “Tell me.”
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"This is our hardest one. I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make men have to pee, and women comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop but if you'll look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle?" Lomdinge speaks as Lempdinger snickers at the conversation.
No more posting. Sorry!
*:0*
"...what? Well, I'm not sure. Now -- thank you for your guidance, o divines. I must continue onwards."
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig