I do so so much! My character, Bookwyrm, isn't getting a lot of attention, so I very much want to have someone to talk about Bookwyrm!
*Gonna mark when you're talking OOC, people have been busy, but here ya go.*
Rag is working out to keep up his muscle mass in the forest, though the ground around him isn't magma, there certainly isn't any snow, the heat radiating off of him nearly overwhelming as he does an inhuman workout, his strength, speed, and every other aspect of his physical abilities beyond nearly anyone else.
*sorry for talking OOC i'm still kinda new to this kind of forum*
Bookwyrm goes into the forest and sees Rag, feeling warmer the closer he gets, though making sure he doesn't interfere with the training that is going on.
"H-h-hi there. I'm Bookwyrm. You're warm." the wizard kobold says.
He looks down to them, which is quite far down considering he's 15ft of pure muscle, putting the boulder he was using under his arm as he gives a big friendly smile "Hello Bookwyrm, I am Ragnerious, but you can call me Rag."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Is this the tavern kitchen or Samaritan's? I'm assuming Samaritan's.*
Felix knocks on the back door, holding a full leather bag with blood and frost on it.
*It is Samaritan's.*
She walks over to the door, opening it to see Felix and smiling wide "Oh, yer back, good ta see ya Felix!"
He nods. "Sorry for leaving without warning. I brought you a gift." He holds out the stuffed bag as purple juice dribbles from the seams. "It's a bag of colding, infused with the ice of Honkachu and filled with the meat of the Ube Snail, a rare creature native only to the Honkachu volcano. I thought you might like something exotic."
I do so so much! My character, Bookwyrm, isn't getting a lot of attention, so I very much want to have someone to talk about Bookwyrm!
*Gonna mark when you're talking OOC, people have been busy, but here ya go.*
Rag is working out to keep up his muscle mass in the forest, though the ground around him isn't magma, there certainly isn't any snow, the heat radiating off of him nearly overwhelming as he does an inhuman workout, his strength, speed, and every other aspect of his physical abilities beyond nearly anyone else.
*sorry for talking OOC i'm still kinda new to this kind of forum*
Bookwyrm goes into the forest and sees Rag, feeling warmer the closer he gets, though making sure he doesn't interfere with the training that is going on.
"H-h-hi there. I'm Bookwyrm. You're warm." the wizard kobold says.
He looks down to them, which is quite far down considering he's 15ft of pure muscle, putting the boulder he was using under his arm as he gives a big friendly smile "Hello Bookwyrm, I am Ragnerious, but you can call me Rag."
*thanks*
"Hi, Rag! Can I maybe train with you?" the small kobold asks politely.
She looks at the star map, her eyes following the lines drawn between constellations as she make mental note of which stars are which.
The sunflower takes a step back. "Good. When you are ready, go to the plain outside Lord's Point- my Spelljammer is there, and there we can get to work." It looks back at Tiffany, seeming almost offended, though Tiffany can likely see it's being exaggerated. "What? Did you think I would hurt him? I may be a lunatic, but I'm not a monster."
They take them out into the forest again "You are gonna use that star map ta harness yer power fer now, it's got my power in it, all ya got ta do is try an' use it."
Tim nods, walking away to go think about this all and look around the town just to find the plain. Tiffany shakes her head again "You immediately insinuated a threat to a child who could likely annihilate this entire town in an instant if he understood himself. You are something, you simply knew not to hurt her because it would be a mistake."
*Apologies about the delay again*
"O- Okay, I'll try my best. Now, let's see..." She looks through the map for a minute as she thinks. Once she has a basic idea of what she wants to try, she moves back to that spot under the tree from before, closing her eyes and trying to focus like she did the previous day.
"Ah, but that's the key part- if he understood, which he clearly doesn't. Besides, what's one like him to fear?" It chuckles a bit.
*I would love to rp with any of thine characters!*
Felix is trying to set up a big smoker, but is having difficulty digging out the icy soil.
Helianth ambles over through the snow, curious about what he's working on. "Would you like some help with that?"
He drops the normal-sized shovel and wipes his brow, nodding. He walks over to a nearby worktable he dragged all the way out here and picks up the plans, showing them to Helianth. "This will help me cure meats myself instead of relying on suppliers who might not carry what I need."
*I would love to rp with any of thine characters!*
Felix is trying to set up a big smoker, but is having difficulty digging out the icy soil.
Helianth ambles over through the snow, curious about what he's working on. "Would you like some help with that?"
He drops the normal-sized shovel and wipes his brow, nodding. He walks over to a nearby worktable he dragged all the way out here and picks up the plans, showing them to Helianth. "This will help me cure meats myself instead of relying on suppliers who might not carry what I need."
*may I join? Bookwyrm is kinda bored, so he wants to help wherever he can! He knows a few fire spells*
*I would love to rp with any of thine characters!*
Felix is trying to set up a big smoker, but is having difficulty digging out the icy soil.
Helianth ambles over through the snow, curious about what he's working on. "Would you like some help with that?"
He drops the normal-sized shovel and wipes his brow, nodding. He walks over to a nearby worktable he dragged all the way out here and picks up the plans, showing them to Helianth. "This will help me cure meats myself instead of relying on suppliers who might not carry what I need."
The crooked plant looks over the blueprints with keen interest, glancing between them and where the smoker will be. "Sounds like that'll be rather practical. Say, I think I forgot to ask- what's the dish you're most proud of making?" It inquires, burrowing its roots into the frozen earth and wrenching it from the land in large heaping root-fulls, which it tosses behind itself into a steadily growing pile.
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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)
Samaritan keeps an eye on her as he works, his voice nearly shaking the kitchen as people scurry around to prepare meals. "BLOODY HELL YOU [GP], I TOLD YOU NOT TO OVER SEAR THE MEAT!" He yells at a tiefling man. He then sends him to the chopping station to dice vegetables.
The Herald watches him from the shadows, holding something in his hands. He then appears behind him, a hand gently caressing the back of Grimes neck.
Arthur walks over, waving, smiling "Howdy partner!"
She sees the guy, walking over to the chopping station to help where she can when she isn't cooking anything herself. She minces vegetables with expert skill and speed "Don't worry 'bout it none lil guy, you'll get it right next time."
He looks up as he finishes another game, a smile making it's way onto his face "Oh, hello. Good afternoon." He sets the pieces back up, not noticing the thing they have in their hands, humming softly.
Sparrow waves back to them, putting the cigarette away "Howdy pardner. How ya doin'?"
He grumbles "Don't tell him it's okay, it's not when someone yells at me for their meal being disgusting."
With a simple sleight of hand, around Grimes neck in a collar. Not one made for a pet but one that has been specifically designed for a humanoid. It is made of rich black leather with a single golden 'O' ring in the center.
"Tired as hell, just finished adding the new plates to my arms." He nods happily.
*I would love to rp with any of thine characters!*
Felix is trying to set up a big smoker, but is having difficulty digging out the icy soil.
Helianth ambles over through the snow, curious about what he's working on. "Would you like some help with that?"
He drops the normal-sized shovel and wipes his brow, nodding. He walks over to a nearby worktable he dragged all the way out here and picks up the plans, showing them to Helianth. "This will help me cure meats myself instead of relying on suppliers who might not carry what I need."
*may I join? Bookwyrm is kinda bored, so he wants to help wherever he can! He knows a few fire spells*
*I'll be back my lovelies. I have to go drive over to my sister school and pick her up and then drive home.*
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
He looks down to them, which is quite far down considering he's 15ft of pure muscle, putting the boulder he was using under his arm as he gives a big friendly smile "Hello Bookwyrm, I am Ragnerious, but you can call me Rag."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He looks back and smiles, "Morning handsome, sleep well?"
Elio seems to just be happily looking through whats offered, marveling at some of the simplest trinkets
"H-hm? oh, hello?" He looks up,
He nods. "Sorry for leaving without warning. I brought you a gift." He holds out the stuffed bag as purple juice dribbles from the seams. "It's a bag of colding, infused with the ice of Honkachu and filled with the meat of the Ube Snail, a rare creature native only to the Honkachu volcano. I thought you might like something exotic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*thanks*
"Hi, Rag! Can I maybe train with you?" the small kobold asks politely.
Dragons, kobolds, and draconic things everywhere!
*Apologies about the delay again*
"O- Okay, I'll try my best. Now, let's see..." She looks through the map for a minute as she thinks. Once she has a basic idea of what she wants to try, she moves back to that spot under the tree from before, closing her eyes and trying to focus like she did the previous day.
"Ah, but that's the key part- if he understood, which he clearly doesn't. Besides, what's one like him to fear?" It chuckles a bit.
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)
*I have returned from the bog once more! Dost anyone wish to rp with any of mine characters?*
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)
*I would love to rp with any of thine characters!*
Felix is trying to set up a big smoker, but is having difficulty digging out the icy soil.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Helianth ambles over through the snow, curious about what he's working on. "Would you like some help with 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)
He drops the normal-sized shovel and wipes his brow, nodding. He walks over to a nearby worktable he dragged all the way out here and picks up the plans, showing them to Helianth. "This will help me cure meats myself instead of relying on suppliers who might not carry what I need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*may I join? Bookwyrm is kinda bored, so he wants to help wherever he can! He knows a few fire spells*
Dragons, kobolds, and draconic things everywhere!
"Use them in various recipes and such." He walks with Riotan back to the restaurant, letting him inside.
"Hm? It is?" He tilts his head.
"No no, it is a term of endearment." He explains.
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
The crooked plant looks over the blueprints with keen interest, glancing between them and where the smoker will be. "Sounds like that'll be rather practical. Say, I think I forgot to ask- what's the dish you're most proud of making?" It inquires, burrowing its roots into the frozen earth and wrenching it from the land in large heaping root-fulls, which it tosses behind itself into a steadily growing pile.
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)
He grumbles "Don't tell him it's okay, it's not when someone yells at me for their meal being disgusting."
With a simple sleight of hand, around Grimes neck in a collar. Not one made for a pet but one that has been specifically designed for a humanoid. It is made of rich black leather with a single golden 'O' ring in the center.
"Tired as hell, just finished adding the new plates to my arms." He nods 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
"A bit I suppose.' he nods, yawning.
Arthur appears beside him, sipping a thermos of coffee "See anything interesting?"
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 see no issue with it!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He offers his mug, "Feel free to top up"
He looks up, "Hi Arthur! Look at this" he grins, holding up a mushroom magnet
"No no, I'm fine... Just need a second." He rubs his eyes.
Arthur raises a brow "Interesting."
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