*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
"I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.
*One quick google later*
"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"
"The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
"I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.
*One quick google later*
"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"
"The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.
"As you already know, I am Tearthorn." Tearthorn is getting slightly annoyed at the amount of chuckling the Herald is doing.
*How much, exactly, does TH know about tearthorn?*
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*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
"I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.
*One quick google later*
"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"
"The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.
"As you already know, I am Tearthorn." Tearthorn is getting slightly annoyed at the amount of chuckling the Herald is doing.
*How much, exactly, does TH know about tearthorn?*
*he knows age, location of birth, parents, and their name and that's it.*
He nods and orders a gin and tonic, tilting his head "Getting drunk in the morning?"
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
"I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.
*One quick google later*
"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"
"The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.
"As you already know, I am Tearthorn." Tearthorn is getting slightly annoyed at the amount of chuckling the Herald is doing.
*How much, exactly, does TH know about tearthorn?*
*he knows age, location of birth, parents, and their name and that's it.*
He nods and orders a gin and tonic, tilting his head "Getting drunk in the morning?"
*Welp, I'll put them details in a spoiler*
"I am fairly immune to the effects of a hangover, thankfully." Tearthorn orders a particularly strong cocktail and sips it.
*This spoiler is for wendi's eyes ONLY(!!!!!!!!!)*
Tearthorn was born on an unnamed mountain by a gold dragon and a sapphire dragon. He is exactly 25,132 years old.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"I am fairly immune to the effects of a hangover, thankfully." Tearthorn orders a particularly strong cocktail and sips it.
*This spoiler is for wendi's eyes ONLY(!!!!!!!!!)*
Tearthorn was born on an unnamed mountain by a gold dragon and a sapphire dragon. He is exactly 25,132 years old.
The Herald tilts his head from side to side "Ah, a poison immunity of sorts?"
"More like having a stronger head than most."
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
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"The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.
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
"Hmmm... I seem to know you... but how?"
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"As you already know, I am Tearthorn." Tearthorn is getting slightly annoyed at the amount of chuckling the Herald is doing.
*How much, exactly, does TH know about tearthorn?*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Sounds like the best start to a good day.^
“Who could possibly know, how about we find out when you aren’t drunk?” He says, smiling and sipping his wine.
*he knows age, location of birth, parents, and their name and that's it.*
He nods and orders a gin and tonic, tilting his head "Getting drunk in the morning?"
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
"Fine by... me"
. ݁𝜗~☆!Extended Signature!☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Howre you?*
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
“Oh I haven’t introduced myself, James Kereso. A pleasure I’m sure.”
*cut*
"okay, I'm Cherry" Cherry then wipes off more red liquid
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Welp, I'll put them details in a spoiler*
"I am fairly immune to the effects of a hangover, thankfully." Tearthorn orders a particularly strong cocktail and sips it.
*This spoiler is for wendi's eyes ONLY(!!!!!!!!!)*
Tearthorn was born on an unnamed mountain by a gold dragon and a sapphire dragon. He is exactly 25,132 years old.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Feeling wonderful, optimistic.*
He raises an eyebrow “Why do you drink so much? Are you trying to hide from something?”
*Yo Wendi, Ejo, please cut that.*
*Oh, sorry*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
To that cherry is nervous, then they think about what you said, and they calm down "No..."
. ݁𝜗~☆!Extended Signature!☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
The Herald tilts his head from side to side "Ah, a poison immunity of sorts?"
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
*Good to hear!*
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
“You know you can’t lie to someone who’s good at lying.” He says, chuckling before taking another sip.
"More like having a stronger head than most."
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me