The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
“Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*[GP] it,can't resist. can I be an npc or a noncombatant?*
*if not, i'll roll for stats*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
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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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*[GP] it,can't resist. can I be an npc or a noncombatant?*
*if not, i'll roll for stats*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
*I have QUITE a few npcs, if you’d like that? You could play zani & Carlotta, feel free to look them up if you want to do stuff with them.*
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
“Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
“Ah, I see.” You recognize this device as a DATABANK, a device used to capture the pure energy of uncorrupted echoes from defeated tacet discords. Zani’s looks different from most you’ve seen, though…
*[GP] it,can't resist. can I be an npc or a noncombatant?*
*if not, i'll roll for stats*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
*I have QUITE a few npcs, if you’d like that? You could play zani & Carlotta, feel free to look them up if you want to do stuff with them.*
*uhhh maybe, I kinda like this guy a lot. He can't breathe the air as it is*
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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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*[GP] it,can't resist. can I be an npc or a noncombatant?*
*if not, i'll roll for stats*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
*I have QUITE a few npcs, if you’d like that? You could play zani & Carlotta, feel free to look them up if you want to do stuff with them.*
*uhhh maybe, I kinda like this guy a lot. He can't breathe the air as it is*
*k! Roll stats if u want to, or he could js kinda chill.*
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
“Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
“Ah, I see.” You recognize this device as a DATABANK, a device used to capture the pure energy of uncorrupted echoes from defeated tacet discords. Zani’s looks different from most you’ve seen, though…
"I... don't know much tech." He says awkwardly, brushing some dust from his tunic and walking back to the railing coldly. He glances at the databank again, raising an eyebrow, and then stares at Zani. She didn't answer his question. Strange.
*feel like most people here's characters would not know wuwa lore, so I'd recommend writing up something. I don't know it that well but I've looked at the wiki a ton for spoilers :3 so I can maybe write something. Do our characters know where we're going?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*[GP] it,can't resist. can I be an npc or a noncombatant?*
*if not, i'll roll for stats*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
*I have QUITE a few npcs, if you’d like that? You could play zani & Carlotta, feel free to look them up if you want to do stuff with them.*
*uhhh maybe, I kinda like this guy a lot. He can't breathe the air as it is*
*k! Roll stats if u want to, or he could js kinda chill.*
*he'll chill for now*
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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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Noah Teardancer was doomed the moment he set out to sea for the first time. The daughter of a captain of one of the finest ships in a legion, he was brought aboard on an expedition with them. Scrawny, weak, not a particularly good fighter, and on top of that, annoyingly curious. Little did she (or her father) know, she was only brought along to pay a price.
Washing up on the coastline months later, Noah now travels around the seas and to port cities across the world to help. Help fight sea beasts, topple eldritch cults, give aid during natural disasters… and to warn people. Warn people of Scylla. Scylla is preparing. The she-demon, eldritch sea goddess… who is Noah’s Patron.
Noah Teardancer, the Level 8 Fathomless Warlock/Level 2 Tempest Cleric.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Noah Teardancer was doomed the moment he set out to sea for the first time. The daughter of a captain of one of the finest ships in a legion, he was brought aboard on an expedition with them. Scrawny, weak, not a particularly good fighter, and on top of that, annoyingly curious. Little did she (or her father) know, she was only brought along to pay a price.
Washing up on the coastline months later, Noah now travels around the seas and to port cities across the world to help. Help fight sea beasts, topple eldritch cults, give aid during natural disasters… and to warn people. Warn people of Scylla. Scylla is preparing. The she-demon, eldritch sea goddess… who is Noah’s Patron.
Noah Teardancer, the Level 8 Fathomless Warlock/Level 2 Tempest Cleric.
Noah Teardancer was doomed the moment he set out to sea for the first time. The daughter of a captain of one of the finest ships in a legion, he was brought aboard on an expedition with them. Scrawny, weak, not a particularly good fighter, and on top of that, annoyingly curious. Little did she (or her father) know, she was only brought along to pay a price.
Washing up on the coastline months later, Noah now travels around the seas and to port cities across the world to help. Help fight sea beasts, topple eldritch cults, give aid during natural disasters… and to warn people. Warn people of Scylla. Scylla is preparing. The she-demon, eldritch sea goddess… who is Noah’s Patron.
Noah Teardancer, the Level 8 Fathomless Warlock/Level 2 Tempest Cleric.
Oooooooooh fun!
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Noah Teardancer was doomed the moment he set out to sea for the first time. The daughter of a captain of one of the finest ships in a legion, he was brought aboard on an expedition with them. Scrawny, weak, not a particularly good fighter, and on top of that, annoyingly curious. Little did she (or her father) know, she was only brought along to pay a price.
Washing up on the coastline months later, Noah now travels around the seas and to port cities across the world to help. Help fight sea beasts, topple eldritch cults, give aid during natural disasters… and to warn people. Warn people of Scylla. Scylla is preparing. The she-demon, eldritch sea goddess… who is Noah’s Patron.
Noah Teardancer, the Level 8 Fathomless Warlock/Level 2 Tempest Cleric.
*They're gelerfluid!
Thats a great charaters*
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden; they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*reintroing since he's final. he has no sheet because he's not going to kill anybody*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ship."
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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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*help ya’ll I accidentally blocked baalze IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I CANT SEE HIS POSTS*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*[GP] it,can't resist. can I be an npc or a noncombatant?*
*if not, i'll roll for stats*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
I believe you can go to your account and there’s a way to see the people you blocked and unblock them?
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*I have QUITE a few npcs, if you’d like that? You could play zani & Carlotta, feel free to look them up if you want to do stuff with them.*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
“Ah, I see.” You recognize this device as a DATABANK, a device used to capture the pure energy of uncorrupted echoes from defeated tacet discords. Zani’s looks different from most you’ve seen, though…
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*uhhh maybe, I kinda like this guy a lot. He can't breathe the air as it is*
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*k! Roll stats if u want to, or he could js kinda chill.*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"I... don't know much tech." He says awkwardly, brushing some dust from his tunic and walking back to the railing coldly. He glances at the databank again, raising an eyebrow, and then stares at Zani. She didn't answer his question. Strange.
*feel like most people here's characters would not know wuwa lore, so I'd recommend writing up something. I don't know it that well but I've looked at the wiki a ton for spoilers :3 so I can maybe write something. Do our characters know where we're going?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*he'll chill for now*
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*Reworking my build again, stay tuned.*
*Might even switch to a paladin, all things considered.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Real quick, what creature type are tacet discords? Or can they be any number of different types?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Noah Teardancer was doomed the moment he set out to sea for the first time. The daughter of a captain of one of the finest ships in a legion, he was brought aboard on an expedition with them. Scrawny, weak, not a particularly good fighter, and on top of that, annoyingly curious. Little did she (or her father) know, she was only brought along to pay a price.
Washing up on the coastline months later, Noah now travels around the seas and to port cities across the world to help. Help fight sea beasts, topple eldritch cults, give aid during natural disasters… and to warn people. Warn people of Scylla. Scylla is preparing. The she-demon, eldritch sea goddess… who is Noah’s Patron.
Noah Teardancer, the Level 8 Fathomless Warlock/Level 2 Tempest Cleric.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*I love it*
*I shall die with this bean*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Oooooooooh fun!
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*They're gelerfluid!
Thats a great charaters*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden; they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*reintroing since he's final. he has no sheet because he's not going to kill anybody*
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ship."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, climbing up onto the deck. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He stoops and begins to patrol, a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining through the night
"I repeat... I have boots on the ship."
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!