Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
"Who's them?"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
8 (Insight.)
He isn't able to spot a steward, though the first mate is pretty obvious, some sort of red haired and metal skinned woman with her arms folded and directing people moving crates. The captain appears to be next to Kaos, speaking to him.
He stares to the first mate for a moment, snaping his bird fingers whilst gripping his head as if trying to remember something. *Should I roll for smth to know what they are?*
*History or Nature check.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
Approaching from behind is a rather tall individual standing at maybe 7-8 ft in height, their uniform pressed and cleaned with a captain's hat, a frown set on their face. Their longer hair is tied back out of their face, ridged with markings like bark on wood almost dryad-like in appearance. "Kaos, was it?" They look him over for a moment. "I've heard several complaints from the crew. You could stand to be more polite."
“I’ve been trying.” Kaos says, staring into the distance. “Is your crew usually this… difficult?”
"Difficult? I would not describe them as such. I would assume your way of life clashes with ours." The captain pauses to give him a hard stare. "We are almost at shore. You may leave as soon as we land."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
8 (Insight.)
He isn't able to spot a steward, though the first mate is pretty obvious, some sort of red haired and metal skinned woman with her arms folded and directing people moving crates. The captain appears to be next to Kaos, speaking to him.
He stares to the first mate for a moment, snaping his bird fingers whilst gripping his head as if trying to remember something. *Should I roll for smth to know what they are?*
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
Approaching from behind is a rather tall individual standing at maybe 7-8 ft in height, their uniform pressed and cleaned with a captain's hat, a frown set on their face. Their longer hair is tied back out of their face, ridged with markings like bark on wood almost dryad-like in appearance. "Kaos, was it?" They look him over for a moment. "I've heard several complaints from the crew. You could stand to be more polite."
“I’ve been trying.” Kaos says, staring into the distance. “Is your crew usually this… difficult?”
"Difficult? I would not describe them as such. I would assume your way of life clashes with ours." The captain pauses to give him a hard stare. "We are almost at shore. You may leave as soon as we land."
“That I will. Thank you for the ride.”
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I hope y'all will remember me when I'm gone
(I'm gone now btw)
I may post occasionally? I won't roleplay though and I'll mostly post long essays about stuff you'll see eventually.
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
"Who's them?"
He bites at his own lips and sighs, putting his hand to his head and rubbing stray hair away. "Rather foolish people. Feeble minded twigs we best not bring up."
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
"Who's them?"
He bites at his own lips and sighs, putting his hand to his head and rubbing stray hair away. "Rather foolish people. Feeble minded twigs we best not bring up."
"Why?"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
"Who's them?"
He bites at his own lips and sighs, putting his hand to his head and rubbing stray hair away. "Rather foolish people. Feeble minded twigs we best not bring up."
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
"Who's them?"
He bites at his own lips and sighs, putting his hand to his head and rubbing stray hair away. "Rather foolish people. Feeble minded twigs we best not bring up."
"Why?"
"Danger they hold is far to much."
"Hm, I thought you didn't feel fear"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
*Who's them?*
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
"Who's them?"
He bites at his own lips and sighs, putting his hand to his head and rubbing stray hair away. "Rather foolish people. Feeble minded twigs we best not bring up."
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
Kaos sighs and nods, eyeing the dinosaurs with curious eyes. He walks off the ramp, grumbling something and grabbing his own stuff.
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I hope y'all will remember me when I'm gone
(I'm gone now btw)
I may post occasionally? I won't roleplay though and I'll mostly post long essays about stuff you'll see eventually.
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
8 (Insight.)
He isn't able to spot a steward, though the first mate is pretty obvious, some sort of red haired and metal skinned woman with her arms folded and directing people moving crates. The captain appears to be next to Kaos, speaking to him.
He stares to the first mate for a moment, snaping his bird fingers whilst gripping his head as if trying to remember something. *Should I roll for smth to know what they are?*
*History or Nature check.*
*Both are int and non prof so IG His* 13
He isn't entirely sure of her species, but she seems similar to an elemental like a genasi, though rather than any of the standard elements her skin and hair texture reflect a more refined metal, like steel.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
Kaos sighs and nods, eyeing the dinosaurs with curious eyes. He walks off the ramp, grumbling something and grabbing his own stuff.
*Is there anywhere in particular he's heading off to first?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
The prince watches the dinosaurs with a curiosity, slowly walking off the ship. He turns to the captain, nodding grimly. His robe blows as he wanders off, and he stares to the trees, then back to the carts. He seems to be attempting to find any avian dinosaurs for some reason, and any dinosaurs that are relatives to modern birds, whether they be direct ancestors or somewhere else on the tree (like archaeopteryx), he seems to be trying to find them.
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
The prince watches the dinosaurs with a curiosity, slowly walking off the ship. He turns to the captain, nodding grimly. His robe blows as he wanders off, and he stares to the trees, then back to the carts. He seems to be attempting to find any avian dinosaurs for some reason, and any dinosaurs that are relatives to modern birds, whether they be direct ancestors or somewhere else on the tree (like archaeopteryx), he seems to be trying to find them.
Perception check. The raptors are more reminiscent of birds than the other parasaurs and similar quadrupeds pulling a majority of the wagons, but they aren't quite birds.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
The prince watches the dinosaurs with a curiosity, slowly walking off the ship. He turns to the captain, nodding grimly. His robe blows as he wanders off, and he stares to the trees, then back to the carts. He seems to be attempting to find any avian dinosaurs for some reason, and any dinosaurs that are relatives to modern birds, whether they be direct ancestors or somewhere else on the tree (like archaeopteryx), he seems to be trying to find them.
Perception check. The raptors are more reminiscent of birds than the other parasaurs and similar quadrupeds pulling a majority of the wagons, but they aren't quite birds.
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
The prince watches the dinosaurs with a curiosity, slowly walking off the ship. He turns to the captain, nodding grimly. His robe blows as he wanders off, and he stares to the trees, then back to the carts. He seems to be attempting to find any avian dinosaurs for some reason, and any dinosaurs that are relatives to modern birds, whether they be direct ancestors or somewhere else on the tree (like archaeopteryx), he seems to be trying to find them.
Perception check. The raptors are more reminiscent of birds than the other parasaurs and similar quadrupeds pulling a majority of the wagons, but they aren't quite birds.
22
*Damn. 19 base (with advantage of course but still high)*
*Who's them?*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*Uh people. Kinda semi secret people. That you'll know later.*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Who's them?"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*History or Nature check.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Difficult? I would not describe them as such. I would assume your way of life clashes with ours." The captain pauses to give him a hard stare. "We are almost at shore. You may leave as soon as we land."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Both are int and non prof so IG His* 13
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“That I will. Thank you for the ride.”
I hope y'all will remember me when I'm gone
(I'm gone now btw)
I may post occasionally? I won't roleplay though and I'll mostly post long essays about stuff you'll see eventually.
He bites at his own lips and sighs, putting his hand to his head and rubbing stray hair away. "Rather foolish people. Feeble minded twigs we best not bring up."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Why?"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"Danger they hold is far to much."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Hm, I thought you didn't feel fear"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"What made you say that?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
It isn't long before the ship finally pulls into harbor, the hull cutting through the still choppy waves as the captain returns to their position at the helm to steer carefully into the docking bay. The city is active, even at this time of morning, evidenced by the streets filled with various food stands and people bustling about going along with their daily activities. Strangely, a majority of the carts and wagons seen in the area look to be pulled by... dinosaurs? Several riders mounted atop feathered reptiles trot down the cobbled streets between the stacks of buildings painted various bright colors, a canopy of leaves offering shade to the main passways.
The first mate barks a couple orders to the crew in Undercommon, as the majority of them move to start unloading their cargo. The captain stands near the ramp, gesturing to the party. "You're off first." She says flatly, eyeing each of them. "Try not to die while you're here."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kaos sighs and nods, eyeing the dinosaurs with curious eyes. He walks off the ramp, grumbling something and grabbing his own stuff.
I hope y'all will remember me when I'm gone
(I'm gone now btw)
I may post occasionally? I won't roleplay though and I'll mostly post long essays about stuff you'll see eventually.
He isn't entirely sure of her species, but she seems similar to an elemental like a genasi, though rather than any of the standard elements her skin and hair texture reflect a more refined metal, like steel.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Is there anywhere in particular he's heading off to first?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prince watches the dinosaurs with a curiosity, slowly walking off the ship. He turns to the captain, nodding grimly. His robe blows as he wanders off, and he stares to the trees, then back to the carts. He seems to be attempting to find any avian dinosaurs for some reason, and any dinosaurs that are relatives to modern birds, whether they be direct ancestors or somewhere else on the tree (like archaeopteryx), he seems to be trying to find them.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Perception check. The raptors are more reminiscent of birds than the other parasaurs and similar quadrupeds pulling a majority of the wagons, but they aren't quite birds.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Damn. 19 base (with advantage of course but still high)*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.