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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
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: 30 *
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
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.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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
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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
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"... What do I call you?"
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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.
"Um... I guess you could call me Szathk."
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.
She attempted to repeat the word, but she kept sputtering by accident. "I'll call you S."
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.
"... One name's as good as any, I guess."
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.
Calamitas, finished with her meal, walks out of the Tavern, and flies upwards.
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)
*ooooooh i might join this once i come up with a good character.... maybe a dragonborn or human artificer*
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
*I’m thinking of doing a monk. I never really played a monk before. Just a thought though.*
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.
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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
Zylna sits in a corner, watching.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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the dragonborn seems to carry a wolf pup in his arms, it looks no older then a month
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
Zylna continues to watch, unblinking.
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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.
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
Not a whole lot changes for Zylna, she just continues staring at the pair.
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The dragonborn goes over to the bar and retrieves food for the small pup. He seems to have a kind aura to 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
While he was gone, Zylna sneaks past the pup and hides under the table.
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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.
*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.
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
*lol, yeah, here ya go: 30 *
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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.
*that will pass :) *
The dragonborn doesn't not seem to notice 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
Zylna listens for anything interesting from under the table.
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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.
The dragon speaks in different tongues to the wolf pup
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