A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
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A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
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A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
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A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
"to help the nature around me"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
"to help the nature around me"
"Why?"
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A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
"to help the nature around me"
"Why?"
He shrugs and happliy tends to the wolf pup
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
"to help the nature around me"
"Why?"
He shrugs and happliy tends to the wolf pup
*And I keep forgetting to check here, sorry.*
"What's with the pup?"
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A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
"to help the nature around me"
"Why?"
He shrugs and happliy tends to the wolf pup
*And I keep forgetting to check here, sorry.*
"What's with the pup?"
"He stopped following his mom and sat by me, i named him Alto"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A brass scaled dragonborn walks in. He wears simple clothing, a long-sleeved shirt, long breeches, a sash made of tough hides and furs that is tied around his waist. He carries two hand axes on his hips sides and a quarterstaff strapped to his back. He smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. His long tail stays wrapped around him, he seems to be self conscious to not knock anything over with said tail.
the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
The dragon born doesn't seem to notice but sets the pup down at a table, wrapping it in a blanket
Updated Intro
The sound of feet hitting the ground are in the distant. The brass dragonborn carrying a fluffy wolf and her cubs is trying his best to outrun a hungry owlbear that has its beady sights on tearing all of them apart. The brass half-dragon narrows his molten coppery eyes before letting out a roar of pure fire. Its burns the owlbear, who makes scared growls and backs off to tend to its burnt wounds and fur. The dragonborn breathes in heavily, catching his breath before setting down the wolf and her pups. The wolf licks his hand and walks off with her small family. One of the pups, one with grey-tan fur sits there silently before trotting up to the dragonborn and snuggling besides him. The dragonborn chuckles and picks the runt of litter up, he imbues the small wolf with magical words that form a name for it, Alto. He begins to carry the wolf pup as the two walk through the forest calmly. The druid and the pup.
A brass dragonborn walks in. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is stained with different stains of random color and size, a pair of long breeches with wooden buttons near the cuffs of the legs, thick boots, and a cape made of thick hides. He looks no older then 23 and stands around 5'11, he has a kind and caring face that is topped off with curled horns. He carries a small wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month old. He carries two hand-axes on his belt and a quarterstaff strapped to his cloak.
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to him.
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
*Can you roll a stealth check wayne? I will never get used to calling you that XD*
The dragonborn comes back, his tail swishes happily.
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 18 *
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice her
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
She internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Who are you?"
"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Why are you here?"
"to help the nature around me"
"Why?"
He shrugs and happliy tends to the wolf pup
*And I keep forgetting to check here, sorry.*
"What's with the pup?"
"He stopped following his mom and sat by me, i named him Alto"
"Why'd he leave his mother?"
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The door opens slightly and a bedraggled drow walks through. he slumps onto an empty seat on the bar and a expensive looking lantern rolls out of his overflowing backpack when it hits the ground. He orders a glass of beer and looks around like someone might be following 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.
The door opens slightly and a bedraggled drow walks through. he slumps onto an empty seat on the bar and a expensive looking lantern rolls out of his overflowing backpack when it hits the ground. He orders a glass of beer and looks around like someone might be following him.
Zylna walks up to the lantern and picks it up.
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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 internally groans. She goes to the opposite side of the table of the dragonborn and crawled out, pulling herself onto a chair, which she stood on.
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The dragonborn watches her and tilts his head "Hello!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Who are you?"
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"Atoll" he said with a grin
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why are you here?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"to help the nature around me"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why?"
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He shrugs and happliy tends to the wolf pup
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*And I keep forgetting to check here, sorry.*
"What's with the pup?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"He stopped following his mom and sat by me, i named him Alto"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why'd he leave his mother?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Szathk watches and nods in approval at Zylna, even if she is a teensy bit amateur at information gathering.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Calamitas appears from seemingly nowhere. "Aww, look at her, Already extracting information from passersby. They grow up so fast."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"I know, right?"
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're a good teacher. Didn't even have to teach her to get her to do that!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Thanks. I'm still young, so I'm trying to increase my status, you know?"
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.
The door opens slightly and a bedraggled drow walks through. he slumps onto an empty seat on the bar and a expensive looking lantern rolls out of his overflowing backpack when it hits the ground. He orders a glass of beer and looks around like someone might be following 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.
Zylna walks up to the lantern and picks it up.
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.
Perception 17
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.