The queen smiles. "It's just our food." She says as she stands up and moves over to the door, returning a few moments later with two large bowls (Like, three scoops each) of fried ice cream, absolutely covered in honey. She hands one to Nia before sitting back down on the sofa, smiling.
Nia's eyes light up, "Wow~" She says in amazed wonderment, "This looks so good!"
Gilvaris grins. "Enjoy, dear." she winks once, before taking her spoon and digging in, a look of contentment on her face after the first bite.
"Thanks," She grins, digging in herself
It is amazing. The shell the ice cream is in is dusted with cinnamon sugar, and the entire thing is drenched in honey and granola pieces. The ice cream itself is the richest, sweetest, vanilla Nia has ever had." Nia is filled with bliss, very obviously, "This, is the most amazing thing i've tasted."
The queen giggles slightly. "I'm glad you like it, dear."
"I- I'm speechless, but so many thanks"
She giggles again. "You'll just have to order from the kitchen more often, my dear. Ash is the best cook I've ever met."
"I owe him for this lovely dish." She says,
The queen shakes her head. "Not at all. He loves to cook, and deserts happen to be one of his specialties. I think we may have made his day already, dear." *Oh, and there is a tiny hint of bourbon flavor to the ice cream. Not any of the actual alcohol, but just enough of the flavor to be noticed.)
"Hm, alright. If you say so," She smiles
She giggles. "So." She says simply. She tries to keep a straight face, but fails, quickly devolving to fits of giggles and laughter.
Nia trys her best to keep a straight face, but soon follows her into a fit of laughter
Eventually, the queen is able to compose herself again, and resumes eating her fried ice cream. But seriously, you don't need to thank Ash. He truly enjoys his work here. We tend to give him challenges every now and then, which he truly enjoys.
That sounds nice, Nia says, returning to her icecream
She nods again. I may introduce you to him at some point, but not today.
I'd like that. Might as well get to know some of the people here since i'll likely be here for a while,
The queen catches something in Nia's tone. You really miss him, and your home, don't you? She asks, her expression surprisingly sympathetic.
She nods, He's been gone for a good while now. I really miss him. I can't travel while i'm... you know, pregnant, but him being here here would really help.
Torinn is eating a cherry pie. He has high metabolism
Webb is in humanoid form on the roof in the rain
[open slot]
Bitrelyn walks in, and notices him. She waves a little shyly before making her way over to the bar, where she orders a mug of Hard Spiced Cider.
He goes over to her. Bringing the pie with him of course “hello there m’lady”
She giggles. "You sure do love those pies, don't you?" She asks as her drink arrives. She kisses him, a quick peck on the cheek, as he sits down next to her.
“Yes I do, and I regret nothing about these” he kisses her cheek
She blushes the tinniest bit. "I'm so glad we went on that adventure, dear." She says, sipping on her mug.
“I am too… i wonder if that tiefling’ll have any other quests-“
She shrugs. "Perhaps they will."
“Adventuring with you is the most fun I’ve had in eh- 3 years”
She giggles. "Only 3 years...? I'm disappointed..." She says teasingly. "I thought I was more memorable and fun than that."
“To be fair I had nearly died three years ago, and cheating death is rather fun”
She opens her mouth as if to respond, but closes it, turning back to her drink. Not entirely sure how to respond to that...
[[ lmao she was like “my boyfriend is weirder than I thought” ]] not many people are he chuckles
She sighs, and laughs slightly. I...never told you how I got my powers, did I...? she says, a little hesitantly.
Hm, i don’t believe you did
She sighs again, taking another drink from her mug. When I was about 12, a Storm Primordial attacked my village. We never did anything to provoke its wrath, but it decided to attack us anyways. I destroyed everything, and killed everyone. All except for me. I somehow survived, and managed to absorb a small portion of the beast's power and wrath.
I’m sorry you lost your family… would you like to meet mine? He chuckles slightly actually, I can hear my sister now
She smiles slightly, and leans against him. Perhaps sometime. Not right now though. (Just so you know, she's actually 52...she looks only like she's about mid- to late-twenties by human standards though...Tritons don't age as fast.)
[[ that would make her how old mentally? Cuz Torinn is like 20 :^ ]]
*......Well, depends...in combat, she's very experienced, and acts much more mature...otherwise, she's about 25-30 mentally, sometimes younger. For example, how she's acting in their adventure currently, lol. Acting a bit more like you'd expect a high schooler/early college student to act.*
[[ makes sense ]] “If you’ll excuse me I hear someone calling my name outside” [[ audio family lmao ]] he gets up and makes his way to the door
She giggles. Have fun dear. You know where to find me.
He’s talking to a figure in the door “Theo, I thought you said you were coming on Sunday? It IS Sunday? Well now I feel like an idiot” the figure gives him a noogie
“that’s because you ARE an idiot” the figure tells him [[ his sister, who’s name is Theodora, but everyone calls her Theo :] ]]
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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She nods, He's been gone for a good while now. I really miss him. I can't travel while i'm... you know, pregnant, but him being here here would really help.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Bye dude!!!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He’s talking to a figure in the door “Theo, I thought you said you were coming on Sunday? It IS Sunday? Well now I feel like an idiot” the figure gives him a noogie
“that’s because you ARE an idiot” the figure tells him [[ his sister, who’s name is Theodora, but everyone calls her Theo :] ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ chaos chaos ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Chaos pog, may not be doing stuff for now*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
[[ hhhggnnnnn chrollo’s hot ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ Aight, imma be simpin for people that aren’t real ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Rāxern is plucking at his guitar in the rafters.
The Reaper is staring into the horizon outside.
<slot open>
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Finch looks up at him.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"You again." He looks back at him, there's still seems like he has pain & anger in his voice, but its much more subdued.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Good morning :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning! ::DD*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Anything I can do for you?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Nope." He goes back to his guitar, but still listens.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*How art thou this morrow?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Finch looks up. "Nice guitar."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good, it's actually noon for me, but still.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Uh, thanks."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*ah right you British child. you and your brit timezones*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What songs can you play?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.