A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
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.
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"What's so funny?"
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
She nods a bit "I do love him but i also know this love won't work out"
He dips inside the ruins and smiles, a ball of light appearing in his hands.
"Aw, don't be a negative Nancy. Have some hope!"
She follows behind, going into assassin mode.
"ill be negative all i want" she says with a chuckle.
Stroth pulls out his sword and hides against a wall, scoping around.
V knocked on Lore's head. "Then I'll just beat it out of that thick head of yours."
*-Raiders of the Lost Ark theme starts playing-*
Zylna slips by him and scuttles through the shadows, also scoping around.
Stealth: 37
Perception: 32
"Thats mean" she said with a small chuckle
She see's a chest of some sort of the ground.
"I'm not having a depressed friend!" V smiled.
She stares at it and tosses a pebble at it from a safe distance.
"Let me cry!!!!" she joked and laughed, flopping to her side.
It doesn't seem to move a bit but something upstairs does
"No, I shall make you happy as long as I'm around, Miss Thick!" V poked Lore's thighs with each syllable.
She tossed a heavier rock at it.
*These two are both chaotic lol*
Lore chuckles again and smiles "thank you for being my friend"
Still did nothing but something upstairs groaned s if it was being awakened. Stroth seems to grit his teeth "Best not to continue that"
*Just two sets of friendships having fun.*
"No probs." V smiled back.
She smiled at him. "Why not?"
Lore smiles and lays her head on her pillow, falling asleep.
"Something is upstairs" he said, pointing upwards.
V sits back and drinks the rest of her coffee, relaxing.
"I'm not deaf. Let's go see what is is!" She grins, getting excited.
Lore smiles in her sleep.
Stroth sighs and nods, following her.
V hums to herself Run Devil Run.
She stalks up the stairs, not making a single sound, and peeks into the room upstairs.
lore wakes back up and sits up "sorry did i doze off?"
Storth is less stealthy but does pretty good.
"Yeah. You know, you need to actually get back to sleeping normally."
Perception: 23
"i cant die of exhaustion but im fine" she said
She see's a shadow walking around upstairs, seemingly to pile things into random piles obessivly.
"I don't care if you can't die from exhaustion, it's still not good to constantly be exhausted." She poked Lore's forehead. "You better start getting some sleep, Miss Thick."
She reaches down and tosses a pebble into a corner where she could see it, but she can still remain hidden from it.
*Ooh, I read some more feature's on Zylna's character sheet, and man, SO MUCH DAMAGE can be done on a successful sneak attack. Plus, if she hits something surprised, the damage already done is DOUBLED. Rogue assassins are scary, man.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Pausing Sinclair and Lore to bring in Oscar and Yuri*
Yuri sits on the out skirts of the tavern boundaries. She has built herself a fortress of vines and brambles to block those around her from reaching her.
Oscar sits on the roof, dancing in the rain happily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Piggleshell is munching a salad.
The twins are interchangeable with Tasa right now.
Hazel is in shock/Psyche is scheming in the mindscape.
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.
Stroth and Zylna are in the ruins.
Sinclair is outside using a spell that requires sheeps blood.
Lore is napping.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Zylna and Stroth are in the ruins.
Wolfe is with Chest's new guy.
V is with Lore.
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.
"i cant die of exhaustion but im fine" she said
She see's a shadow walking around upstairs, seemingly to pile things into random piles obessivly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
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.
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Fin is shouting at a moose in the woods
Marty is talking with Wolfe
Turin is beating yet another rich person
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
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.
"What's so funny?"
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.
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Ah yes, Lawrence's life long dream*
*brand has raised such a killer :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Lol XD*
*The moose stole his weeds*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
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.
*I have so many characters and so little slots open*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"I don't care if you can't die from exhaustion, it's still not good to constantly be exhausted." She poked Lore's forehead. "You better start getting some sleep, Miss Thick."
She reaches down and tosses a pebble into a corner where she could see it, but she can still remain hidden from it.
*Ooh, I read some more feature's on Zylna's character sheet, and man, SO MUCH DAMAGE can be done on a successful sneak attack. Plus, if she hits something surprised, the damage already done is DOUBLED. Rogue assassins are scary, man.*
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.
*Pausing Sinclair and Lore to bring in Oscar and Yuri*
Yuri sits on the out skirts of the tavern boundaries. She has built herself a fortress of vines and brambles to block those around her from reaching her.
Oscar sits on the roof, dancing in the rain happily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]