Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
"you heard, *sigh* they can't even say it because of me, & its what I did not them." They clench their fist & get up, sadness & pain in their voice.
Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
"you heard, *sigh* they can't even say it because of me, & its what I did not them." They clench their fist & get up, sadness & pain in their voice.
"Hey what happened?" Osmar stands up and takes their arm
Their is a rustle in the woods and the howling of wolves, anyone who is outside can hear it. A fey-like creature steps out from the woods. It has the body of a deer but with human proportions and hands, its head, legs, and small tail are deer-like. It stands on its back legs like a human would but its still a deer-like creature.
anyone who makes a 15 or higher history check will know this is a Oywaki, a species of fey that lives away from their tribes.
It wears a thick vest made of the fine metal fibers and black leather-like cloth and pants made of cloth. A sash made of green cloth is tied around its waist. Its antlers is adorn with silver and wooden horn jewelry. His wrists and ankles have silver bands around them. He carries a silver-wood ornate bow with small white flowers and silvery vines growing on it. It carries a quiver of silver and brass arrows with dark wooden shafts and bright red feather tails.
Thomas and BT walk over to the figure. "Yo!"
Thomas seems to grit his teeth a bit as if to hold his tongue. He bows his head a bit, brown eyes unblinking "Hello."
"Whats your name dude?"
"....Thomas, Thomas Norwood"
"Cool. My names Thomas, Thomas Cooper."
"Pleasure to meet you" He said and bowed a bit
"Nice to meet you too." Thomas says with a salute. "What are the chances we have the same first name?" he says with a laugh.
"One in a thousand" He said with a bit of a stern tone to him.
"Relax man."
"mn" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*KID SQUAD!*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Finding Oval's mama and papa"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Albwin is there in spirit*
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*He should join as soon as Caelum/the rest free him.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"My mom and dad are probably dead, who's Oval?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Timber points to Oval, looking slightly annoyed by Wyatt.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Heck ya! 5 year old warlock!*
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"What do they look like? exclude colour in the description."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Oh! Hi! I'm Wyatt, future Lord of Chaos!" He went in front of Oval to shake their hand.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Hey Timber. Wyatt's OK. He's just a little rude sometimes. Also, be careful when he gets that weird look in his eyes.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*A warlock, a sorcerer, a bard, whatever Timber is... It'll be a very magical party.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*YES*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Vampiric."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"you heard, *sigh* they can't even say it because of me, & its what I did not them." They clench their fist & get up, sadness & pain in their voice.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Which is all the time. :D*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Rogue with cleric spells for their Magic Initiate feat*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Hey what happened?" Osmar stands up and takes their arm
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"mn" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]