A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
Theren glances around and freezes when he sees the spindly black figure again.
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth.
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish
"hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.
Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth.
Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.
"Nothing is ever just nothing, but if you don't wish to say more, I won't pry."
He nods in thankfulness.
He pulls out one of his daggers and picks at his claws.
Anson looks like a child sitting at the table. he eats his breakfast.
After a while, Mud finishes and puts his dagger back. "So, Anson, do you mind me asking which guild you're in?"
"guild?" he askes, little confused "I don't suppose i am in any" he said
"What group do you belong too? Or are you freelance?"
"Freelance i suppose" he said, watching the kobold with silver eyes
"Hmph." He pulls out a piece of paper, reading it over. He seemed to be debating something.
Anson raises and eyebrow in confusion
Mud sighs and sets the paper on the table, sliding it to him. "You're in luck. We're recruiting, and all prominent members got permission to recommend one person. If you want a way to be able to make money or do a job without having to look to hard, consider joining us."
"why should i?" He asked
"I just told you why. If you don't want to, I understand." He put a hand back on the paper, pulling it back to him.
'no no" he said and picked up the paper in his hands
Mud dryly chuckles. "Okay, read the paper, and go to the spot indicated, m'kay? I'll let you know when, I just have to get in contact with the guild master."
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A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
"Astute observation" Hunter nods, "I am forged."
"no wonder, I can smell the metal on you. It is sort of coppery" she said and poked him with her Sickle
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish
"hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.
Theren looks startled when she responds in elvish. His wolves stare at the woman's dog.
Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth.
Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.
"Nothing is ever just nothing, but if you don't wish to say more, I won't pry."
He nods in thankfulness.
He pulls out one of his daggers and picks at his claws.
Anson looks like a child sitting at the table. he eats his breakfast.
After a while, Mud finishes and puts his dagger back. "So, Anson, do you mind me asking which guild you're in?"
"guild?" he askes, little confused "I don't suppose i am in any" he said
"What group do you belong too? Or are you freelance?"
"Freelance i suppose" he said, watching the kobold with silver eyes
"Hmph." He pulls out a piece of paper, reading it over. He seemed to be debating something.
Anson raises and eyebrow in confusion
Mud sighs and sets the paper on the table, sliding it to him. "You're in luck. We're recruiting, and all prominent members got permission to recommend one person. If you want a way to be able to make money or do a job without having to look to hard, consider joining us."
"why should i?" He asked
"I just told you why. If you don't want to, I understand." He put a hand back on the paper, pulling it back to him.
'no no" he said and picked up the paper in his hands
Mud dryly chuckles. "Okay, read the paper, and go to the spot indicated, m'kay? I'll let you know when, I just have to get in contact with the guild master."
Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth.
Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.
"Nothing is ever just nothing, but if you don't wish to say more, I won't pry."
He nods in thankfulness.
He pulls out one of his daggers and picks at his claws.
Anson looks like a child sitting at the table. he eats his breakfast.
After a while, Mud finishes and puts his dagger back. "So, Anson, do you mind me asking which guild you're in?"
"guild?" he askes, little confused "I don't suppose i am in any" he said
"What group do you belong too? Or are you freelance?"
"Freelance i suppose" he said, watching the kobold with silver eyes
"Hmph." He pulls out a piece of paper, reading it over. He seemed to be debating something.
Anson raises and eyebrow in confusion
Mud sighs and sets the paper on the table, sliding it to him. "You're in luck. We're recruiting, and all prominent members got permission to recommend one person. If you want a way to be able to make money or do a job without having to look to hard, consider joining us."
"why should i?" He asked
"I just told you why. If you don't want to, I understand." He put a hand back on the paper, pulling it back to him.
'no no" he said and picked up the paper in his hands
Mud dryly chuckles. "Okay, read the paper, and go to the spot indicated, m'kay? I'll let you know when, I just have to get in contact with the guild master."
He nods but is still a little confused
"Do you have any questions?"
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A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
"Astute observation" Hunter nods, "I am forged."
"no wonder, I can smell the metal on you. It is sort of coppery" she said and poked him with her Sickle
"Copper is a part of me, that is correct." Hunter pokes her back with the end of their rifle
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish
"hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.
Theren looks startled when she responds in elvish. His wolves stare at the woman's dog.
*Me who is glad I picked Elvish*
She chuckles "you look confused Elf-Man" she said. Her dog watched the wolves, its two toned eyes blinking.
Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth.
Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.
It looks very heavy.
Strength:17
One foot lifts out a little, but it looks like he’ll need help to actually move the metal figure.
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.
There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously
she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight
Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."
"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish
"hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.
Theren looks startled when she responds in elvish. His wolves stare at the woman's dog.
*Me who is glad I picked Elvish*
She chuckles "you look confused Elf-Man" she said. Her dog watched the wolves, its two toned eyes blinking.
Theren goes to common. "Yes. There aren't many who I know that speak elvish." His eyes darting around looking for something.
Theren glances around and freezes when he sees the spindly black figure again.
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"and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish
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"Astute observation" Hunter nods, "I am forged."
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Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*aghghghghghghg. OK. Fine.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.
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Mud dryly chuckles. "Okay, read the paper, and go to the spot indicated, m'kay? I'll let you know when, I just have to get in contact with the guild master."
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"no wonder, I can smell the metal on you. It is sort of coppery" she said and poked him with her Sickle
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren looks startled when she responds in elvish. His wolves stare at the woman's dog.
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It looks very heavy.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
He nods but is still a little confused
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Strength:12
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"Do you have any questions?"
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Copper is a part of me, that is correct." Hunter pokes her back with the end of their rifle
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*Me who is glad I picked Elvish*
She chuckles "you look confused Elf-Man" she said. Her dog watched the wolves, its two toned eyes blinking.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
One foot lifts out a little, but it looks like he’ll need help to actually move the metal figure.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Theren goes to common. "Yes. There aren't many who I know that speak elvish." His eyes darting around looking for something.
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