General Technology Era: Something between the Victorian Era and the 1950s Major Tech Advancements of the Era: Home radio, electrical power for the common man, revolving firearms, tape-drive computers for special purposes, CRT monitors, advanced surgery techniques involving antiseptics and anesthetic, antibiotics, motor vehicles Local Specialties: Paper and precious metals infused with divine magic, fine cuisine (as perceived by the rest of the world; it's peasant food here) with lots of meat and spicy elements, equality, beautiful and long-lasting architecture, monster hunting, large and loving families, potent healing magic, vigilante justice, free speech, "people first" mentality toward politics and business
Otrembert is a large city set in a swamp, each "district" (artificial island) built around a mountainous cooling towers that allow for workers to descend into the depths and mine the remains of the dead gods. Instead of streets, Otrembert has rivers running through the city for boats to move around on. Look under the water, and you can see beautiful, centuries-old architecture and artistic carvings.
Here, gods, kings, and corporations are all secondary to the common man. Partially because the common man is armed to the teeth to protect them against the threat of the rapidly growing, ever-unpredictable swampland.
RULES:
Basically just be nice to everyone. If someone is making you uncomfortable, ask them to stop. If they don't, it's considerate to take it to a PM.
I and other mods (yet to be appointed) are here to help you guys. Don't be afraid to ask about lore and such. If your character concept doesn't seem to fit, we can try and work it in in a fun way.
Here, there are many taverns known as Restorators, where you can rest, get a bath with fine soaps, get some food and coffee or tea, find a job, or just about anything else.
The most popular one for tourists (and nearby locals) is called The Anti-Genesis Gospel, and is not actually stationary; it's what is called a "Chuckship," a sort of miniature cruise with a Restorator as the main floor. It is run by a massive and mysterious strugel (ferretfolk) about the size of a polar bear and does most of the work himself. They call him Viande, after his affinity with meat.
In place of chairs, The AGG has large beanbags and plush couches. It is dimly lit by candles on the chandelier and the sunlight and neon signs floating through the rain-covered windows. You need no reservation to enter, and your first meal there is completely free.
Otrembert is known for its festivals. One that rapidly approaches is one of many food fairs: The Wing King Competition.
There is a popular dish known as a Razorbeast Wing in Otrembert, although other cultures call them "spicy nuggets." Made from the bug-boar monsters they are named after, these fried delights rarely resemble wings, and often require gloves and numerous napkins to eat with any attempt at cleanliness.
Everyone is preparing for the festival, regardless of the district they come from. Banners and decorations go up, millions of "wings" are in the process of being aged and marinated so that they can be prepared safely. In two days, they will all be fried in Tinderbite Oil and served by hundreds of different chefs with hundreds of different recipes.
Everyone wants to win the prize. But, much like every year, no one knows what it will be. Last time, it was thousands of gold pieces and a trophy. The time before, it was a massive garden plot in the city park, along with a seed shopping spree paid for by the government.
Viande in particular is testing out new recipes and serving the wings up for free.
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
Sitting in one of the plush beanbag chairs is an anthro British short hair in baggy sweats and hoodie. His grey fur reflects the light in the building just a bit, having a nice sheen to it
His hinds rest on the ground as he leans back, stuffing his paws into his hoodie pocket as he sighs gently, eyes shut in relaxation. A low rumble comes from his chest which can only be heard if you're close
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Sitting in one of the plush beanbag chairs is an anthro British short hair in baggy sweats and hoodie. His grey fur reflects the light in the building just a bit, having a nice sheen to it
His hinds rest on the ground as he leans back, stuffing his paws into his hoodie pocket as he sighs gently, eyes shut in relaxation. A low rumble comes from his chest which can only be heard if you're close
The ship gently rocks, more like a hammock than a true boat. It feels cool inside, but not cold. The temperature is precisely maintained at a comfortable temperature, which is significantly cooler than the outside air for most of the year.
The smell of tea fills the air around him as a wisp of steam crosses his face. A quiet clank of a cup on a saucer sounds from the table before very soft footfalls calmly return to the counter.
Sitting in one of the plush beanbag chairs is an anthro British short hair in baggy sweats and hoodie. His grey fur reflects the light in the building just a bit, having a nice sheen to it
His hinds rest on the ground as he leans back, stuffing his paws into his hoodie pocket as he sighs gently, eyes shut in relaxation. A low rumble comes from his chest which can only be heard if you're close
The ship gently rocks, more like a hammock than a true boat. It feels cool inside, but not cold. The temperature is precisely maintained at a comfortable temperature, which is significantly cooler than the outside air for most of the year.
The smell of tea fills the air around him as a wisp of steam crosses his face. A quiet clank of a cup on a saucer sounds from the table before very soft footfalls calmly return to the counter.
"Thank you." he says softly, with a higher pitched, smooth but feminine voice-- more feminine then expected, anyway-- not opening his eyes until the footsteps fade away. He gently takes the cup of tea and inhales the aroma of the blend before sipping it carefully
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
In the corner of the tavern sits a muscly githyanki in hide armour with an eyepatch and two axes strapped to his back. “I’ll take what he is getting”
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“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
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“A former soldier?” The githyanki says. “What company were you in?”
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“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
"Pretty pup." he says, shifting lazily in the chair, sitting up just a bit. "what breed?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
“A former soldier?” The githyanki says. “What company were you in?”
"The Phobos 38th Mechanized Division, we were based out of Phoebe's Pride." He says, nodding to the githyanki
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
*This looks simply wonderful! I already have a vision for the character I'll introduce- this will be delicious for certain...*
Sitting in one of the beanbag chairs off in a reading nook sequestered in a corner of the AGG, currently deep in her reading material- a dusty-looking grimoire, bound with scarlet threads and bearing a symbol of an eye- is a human in mostly formal-looking attire: black dress pants and shoes, a grey sweater that's slightly oversized, and a long leather coat. Her coat drapes over the back of her seat, bearing numerous pockets and a strange crest emblazoned on its lapel with that same symbol of an eye at its center. Slightly hunched over her handcrafted tome, it's a bit hard for anyone to make out her facial features, shielded by her shoulder-length black hair and the aforementioned book as they are. However, sometimes one might catch a glimpse of an eye- bearing an unnaturally vibrant shade of fiery orange- always fixated on the pages in front of her.
Occasionally, the scribe will produce a fountain pen from the emblazoned pocket and make small edits to her book, likely correcting previous errors. Whatever could she be working on?
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
"Pretty pup." he says, shifting lazily in the chair, sitting up just a bit. "what breed?"
"Not sure, I rescued her from a hunter's trap way back when"
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
*This looks simply wonderful! I already have a vision for the character I'll introduce- this will be delicious for certain...*
Sitting in one of the beanbag chairs off in a reading nook sequestered in a corner of the AGG, currently deep in her reading material- a dusty-looking grimoire, bound with scarlet threads and bearing a symbol of an eye- is a human in mostly formal-looking attire: black dress pants and shoes, a grey sweater that's slightly oversized, and a long leather coat. Her coat drapes over the back of her seat, bearing numerous pockets and a strange crest emblazoned on its lapel with that same symbol of an eye at its center. Slightly hunched over her handcrafted tome, it's a bit hard for anyone to make out her facial features, shielded by her shoulder-length black hair and the aforementioned book as they are. However, sometimes one might catch a glimpse of an eye- bearing an unnaturally vibrant shade of fiery orange- always fixated on the pages in front of her.
Occasionally, the scribe will produce a fountain pen from the emblazoned pocket and make small edits to her book, likely correcting previous errors. Whatever could she be working on?
"Studious." A male figure in a kimono says softly, appearing in a nearby beanbag in a flutter of bright orange and red leaves, which promptly disappear
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
"Pretty pup." he says, shifting lazily in the chair, sitting up just a bit. "what breed?"
"Not sure, I rescued her from a hunter's trap way back when"
"She's very pretty. Reminds me of the doc that did my surgery." he says with a half smile, fangs shining in the light. He takes another sip of tea
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
"Pretty pup." he says, shifting lazily in the chair, sitting up just a bit. "what breed?"
"Not sure, I rescued her from a hunter's trap way back when"
"She's very pretty. Reminds me of the doc that did my surgery." he says with a half smile, fangs shining in the light. He takes another sip of tea
"Huh, giving people surgeries now, eh, Sadie?" he says, playfully ruffling her fur, before saying "Name's Matt"
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
"Pretty pup." he says, shifting lazily in the chair, sitting up just a bit. "what breed?"
"Not sure, I rescued her from a hunter's trap way back when"
"She's very pretty. Reminds me of the doc that did my surgery." he says with a half smile, fangs shining in the light. He takes another sip of tea
"Huh, giving people surgeries now, eh, Sadie?" he says, playfully ruffling her fur, before saying "Name's Matt"
"Wasn't exactly her. My doc could talk." he says with a chuckle. "Name's Thomas. Used to be Sadie, actually, funnily enough."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
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SHADOW UNDER OTREMBERT
A Cozy Horror Tavern
General Technology Era: Something between the Victorian Era and the 1950s
Major Tech Advancements of the Era: Home radio, electrical power for the common man, revolving firearms, tape-drive computers for special purposes, CRT monitors, advanced surgery techniques involving antiseptics and anesthetic, antibiotics, motor vehicles
Local Specialties: Paper and precious metals infused with divine magic, fine cuisine (as perceived by the rest of the world; it's peasant food here) with lots of meat and spicy elements, equality, beautiful and long-lasting architecture, monster hunting, large and loving families, potent healing magic, vigilante justice, free speech, "people first" mentality toward politics and business
Otrembert is a large city set in a swamp, each "district" (artificial island) built around a mountainous cooling towers that allow for workers to descend into the depths and mine the remains of the dead gods. Instead of streets, Otrembert has rivers running through the city for boats to move around on. Look under the water, and you can see beautiful, centuries-old architecture and artistic carvings.
Here, gods, kings, and corporations are all secondary to the common man. Partially because the common man is armed to the teeth to protect them against the threat of the rapidly growing, ever-unpredictable swampland.
RULES:
Basically just be nice to everyone. If someone is making you uncomfortable, ask them to stop. If they don't, it's considerate to take it to a PM.
I and other mods (yet to be appointed) are here to help you guys. Don't be afraid to ask about lore and such. If your character concept doesn't seem to fit, we can try and work it in in a fun way.
Here, there are many taverns known as Restorators, where you can rest, get a bath with fine soaps, get some food and coffee or tea, find a job, or just about anything else.
The most popular one for tourists (and nearby locals) is called The Anti-Genesis Gospel, and is not actually stationary; it's what is called a "Chuckship," a sort of miniature cruise with a Restorator as the main floor. It is run by a massive and mysterious strugel (ferretfolk) about the size of a polar bear and does most of the work himself. They call him Viande, after his affinity with meat.
In place of chairs, The AGG has large beanbags and plush couches. It is dimly lit by candles on the chandelier and the sunlight and neon signs floating through the rain-covered windows. You need no reservation to enter, and your first meal there is completely free.
Otrembert is known for its festivals. One that rapidly approaches is one of many food fairs: The Wing King Competition.
There is a popular dish known as a Razorbeast Wing in Otrembert, although other cultures call them "spicy nuggets." Made from the bug-boar monsters they are named after, these fried delights rarely resemble wings, and often require gloves and numerous napkins to eat with any attempt at cleanliness.
Everyone is preparing for the festival, regardless of the district they come from. Banners and decorations go up, millions of "wings" are in the process of being aged and marinated so that they can be prepared safely. In two days, they will all be fried in Tinderbite Oil and served by hundreds of different chefs with hundreds of different recipes.
Everyone wants to win the prize. But, much like every year, no one knows what it will be. Last time, it was thousands of gold pieces and a trophy. The time before, it was a massive garden plot in the city park, along with a seed shopping spree paid for by the government.
Viande in particular is testing out new recipes and serving the wings up for free.
2 days until the Wing King Festival
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*heck yeah, gonna think of a character idea*
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
*furry powers, GO!*
Sitting in one of the plush beanbag chairs is an anthro British short hair in baggy sweats and hoodie. His grey fur reflects the light in the building just a bit, having a nice sheen to it
His hinds rest on the ground as he leans back, stuffing his paws into his hoodie pocket as he sighs gently, eyes shut in relaxation. A low rumble comes from his chest which can only be heard if you're close
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Character: Vibe Chef
Chef that doesn't follow the recipe yet makes mouthwatering dishes every time somehow
Inferniak's followers
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/237064-cult-of-inferniak
Enter Stormdriven:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/dungeons-dragons-discussion/story-lore/236865-stormdriven-homebrew-world
(self styled) Greatest twist a wish player.
The ship gently rocks, more like a hammock than a true boat. It feels cool inside, but not cold. The temperature is precisely maintained at a comfortable temperature, which is significantly cooler than the outside air for most of the year.
The smell of tea fills the air around him as a wisp of steam crosses his face. A quiet clank of a cup on a saucer sounds from the table before very soft footfalls calmly return to the counter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you." he says softly, with a higher pitched, smooth but feminine voice-- more feminine then expected, anyway-- not opening his eyes until the footsteps fade away. He gently takes the cup of tea and inhales the aroma of the blend before sipping it carefully
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
In the corner of the tavern sits a muscly githyanki in hide armour with an eyepatch and two axes strapped to his back. “I’ll take what he is getting”
“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
*eh, I'll just rebrand Matt*
A man walks into the AGG, wearing the clothing of a retired soldier, and flanked by a large dog. He sits down on a beanbag, and immediately stands back up, saying "Nope, too soft" and sitting on the floor next to it instead
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
The feline drinking tea and laying in a beanbag waves a friendly paw, smiling sleepily "Heya." he says, voice soft, smooth, feminine
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
“A former soldier?” The githyanki says. “What company were you in?”
“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
"Evenin'." he greets, his own voice gruff but not unkind, as he pets the large dog next to him
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
"Pretty pup." he says, shifting lazily in the chair, sitting up just a bit. "what breed?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"The Phobos 38th Mechanized Division, we were based out of Phoebe's Pride." He says, nodding to the githyanki
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
*This looks simply wonderful! I already have a vision for the character I'll introduce- this will be delicious for certain...*
Sitting in one of the beanbag chairs off in a reading nook sequestered in a corner of the AGG, currently deep in her reading material- a dusty-looking grimoire, bound with scarlet threads and bearing a symbol of an eye- is a human in mostly formal-looking attire: black dress pants and shoes, a grey sweater that's slightly oversized, and a long leather coat. Her coat drapes over the back of her seat, bearing numerous pockets and a strange crest emblazoned on its lapel with that same symbol of an eye at its center. Slightly hunched over her handcrafted tome, it's a bit hard for anyone to make out her facial features, shielded by her shoulder-length black hair and the aforementioned book as they are. However, sometimes one might catch a glimpse of an eye- bearing an unnaturally vibrant shade of fiery orange- always fixated on the pages in front of her.
Occasionally, the scribe will produce a fountain pen from the emblazoned pocket and make small edits to her book, likely correcting previous errors. Whatever could she be working on?
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Not sure, I rescued her from a hunter's trap way back when"
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
"Studious." A male figure in a kimono says softly, appearing in a nearby beanbag in a flutter of bright orange and red leaves, which promptly disappear
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"She's very pretty. Reminds me of the doc that did my surgery." he says with a half smile, fangs shining in the light. He takes another sip of tea
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Huh, giving people surgeries now, eh, Sadie?" he says, playfully ruffling her fur, before saying "Name's Matt"
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
"Wasn't exactly her. My doc could talk." he says with a chuckle. "Name's Thomas. Used to be Sadie, actually, funnily enough."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*quote cut for Salem*
"Huh, must be a pretty common name"
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy