Tycho is sat on the roof of the tavern, thinking to himself
Grays is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Elio is taking a walk around town
-free choice, i may make a new character at some point-
Some sort of beast is rampaging in town, and it sounds like a fight is going on. The townsfolk scream as a massive beast tears up market stalls and attacks bystanders. Suddenly, a radiant bolt of light collides with the back of the beast's head. It turns around to see what hit it, but it doesn't get the chance to see as a small figure dashes down from a rooftop and buries a flame-cloaked greatsword in its gut.
Elio whistles at the sight, helping a few people flee before approaching the best
A radiant barrier appears in front of him, and on the other side, a small half-elf girl in a frilly outfit. "Stay back (sir? Madam? other?), this thing's still plenty dangerous when it's dead, if it's really dead yet." She pulls her sword out of the beast's chest and slams the flat edge against its head. It does not move. "Yep, pretty dead"
"Sir is fine." he tilts his head, "That was pretty impressive miss, taking down that monster."
"All in a day's work, sir! It's the least I can do, keeping the townspeople safe." she leans on her giant sword
he taps on the barrier curiously, "So you're a knight?"
"Sort of! You can call me" she holds out her hand through the barrier to shake "Lucky Star!"
He grins and shakes her hand, it kinda like holding your hand near a fire, "Elio of the Crimson Dawn, pleased to meet you"
*I adore this character already lol*
*thx she's a lovable goof with a self-sacrificing complex* "Nice epithet!" she steps through the barrier, the beast slowly dissolving into light behind her.
"So what was that thing?' He gestures to the dissolving beast
"I'm not sure, but it fights, looks, and sounds like a fur bag full of wasps"
"oooohhhh." he nods for a few seconds before saying, "And whats a wasp?"
"Murder bee" she says with complete seriousness. *her voiceclaim is trixie from epithet erased, so do with that what you will*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*And I still don't know how to introduce my merchant.*
*i trust you*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Tycho is sat on the roof of the tavern, thinking to himself
Grays is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Elio is taking a walk around town
-free choice, i may make a new character at some point-
Some sort of beast is rampaging in town, and it sounds like a fight is going on. The townsfolk scream as a massive beast tears up market stalls and attacks bystanders. Suddenly, a radiant bolt of light collides with the back of the beast's head. It turns around to see what hit it, but it doesn't get the chance to see as a small figure dashes down from a rooftop and buries a flame-cloaked greatsword in its gut.
Elio whistles at the sight, helping a few people flee before approaching the best
A radiant barrier appears in front of him, and on the other side, a small half-elf girl in a frilly outfit. "Stay back (sir? Madam? other?), this thing's still plenty dangerous when it's dead, if it's really dead yet." She pulls her sword out of the beast's chest and slams the flat edge against its head. It does not move. "Yep, pretty dead"
"Sir is fine." he tilts his head, "That was pretty impressive miss, taking down that monster."
"All in a day's work, sir! It's the least I can do, keeping the townspeople safe." she leans on her giant sword
he taps on the barrier curiously, "So you're a knight?"
"Sort of! You can call me" she holds out her hand through the barrier to shake "Lucky Star!"
He grins and shakes her hand, it kinda like holding your hand near a fire, "Elio of the Crimson Dawn, pleased to meet you"
*I adore this character already lol*
*thx she's a lovable goof with a self-sacrificing complex* "Nice epithet!" she steps through the barrier, the beast slowly dissolving into light behind her.
"So what was that thing?' He gestures to the dissolving beast
"I'm not sure, but it fights, looks, and sounds like a fur bag full of wasps"
"oooohhhh." he nods for a few seconds before saying, "And whats a wasp?"
"Murder bee" she says with complete seriousness. *her voiceclaim is trixie from epithet erased, so do with that what you will*
Tycho is sat on the roof of the tavern, thinking to himself
Grays is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Elio is taking a walk around town
-free choice, i may make a new character at some point-
Some sort of beast is rampaging in town, and it sounds like a fight is going on. The townsfolk scream as a massive beast tears up market stalls and attacks bystanders. Suddenly, a radiant bolt of light collides with the back of the beast's head. It turns around to see what hit it, but it doesn't get the chance to see as a small figure dashes down from a rooftop and buries a flame-cloaked greatsword in its gut.
Elio whistles at the sight, helping a few people flee before approaching the best
A radiant barrier appears in front of him, and on the other side, a small half-elf girl in a frilly outfit. "Stay back (sir? Madam? other?), this thing's still plenty dangerous when it's dead, if it's really dead yet." She pulls her sword out of the beast's chest and slams the flat edge against its head. It does not move. "Yep, pretty dead"
"Sir is fine." he tilts his head, "That was pretty impressive miss, taking down that monster."
"All in a day's work, sir! It's the least I can do, keeping the townspeople safe." she leans on her giant sword
he taps on the barrier curiously, "So you're a knight?"
"Sort of! You can call me" she holds out her hand through the barrier to shake "Lucky Star!"
He grins and shakes her hand, it kinda like holding your hand near a fire, "Elio of the Crimson Dawn, pleased to meet you"
*I adore this character already lol*
*thx she's a lovable goof with a self-sacrificing complex* "Nice epithet!" she steps through the barrier, the beast slowly dissolving into light behind her.
"So what was that thing?' He gestures to the dissolving beast
"I'm not sure, but it fights, looks, and sounds like a fur bag full of wasps"
"oooohhhh." he nods for a few seconds before saying, "And whats a wasp?"
"Murder bee" she says with complete seriousness. *her voiceclaim is trixie from epithet erased, so do with that what you will*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*He would die. He's about as powerful as a slightly tanky CR 1/2 monster by my estimation.*
*Do you want me to start a fight with a fish?*
*...*
*I may need to change his class. No matter how much I love the Merchant, it is still weak as all heck.*
*Now I want to fight the fish.*
*Also sorry if that sounded like an insult. I am high and wrote that in weird way.*
*It didn't, I just realized that I need to make him able to stand up on his own. Anyway, I can intro him, just not in a way that's particularly flashy or interesting.*
*He would die. He's about as powerful as a slightly tanky CR 1/2 monster by my estimation.*
*Do you want me to start a fight with a fish?*
*...*
*I may need to change his class. No matter how much I love the Merchant, it is still weak as all heck.*
*Now I want to fight the fish.*
*Also sorry if that sounded like an insult. I am high and wrote that in weird way.*
*It didn't, I just realized that I need to make him able to stand up on his own. Anyway, I can intro him, just not in a way that's particularly flashy or interesting.*
Tycho is sat on the roof of the tavern, thinking to himself
Grays is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Elio is taking a walk around town
-free choice, i may make a new character at some point-
Some sort of beast is rampaging in town, and it sounds like a fight is going on. The townsfolk scream as a massive beast tears up market stalls and attacks bystanders. Suddenly, a radiant bolt of light collides with the back of the beast's head. It turns around to see what hit it, but it doesn't get the chance to see as a small figure dashes down from a rooftop and buries a flame-cloaked greatsword in its gut.
Elio whistles at the sight, helping a few people flee before approaching the best
A radiant barrier appears in front of him, and on the other side, a small half-elf girl in a frilly outfit. "Stay back (sir? Madam? other?), this thing's still plenty dangerous when it's dead, if it's really dead yet." She pulls her sword out of the beast's chest and slams the flat edge against its head. It does not move. "Yep, pretty dead"
"Sir is fine." he tilts his head, "That was pretty impressive miss, taking down that monster."
"All in a day's work, sir! It's the least I can do, keeping the townspeople safe." she leans on her giant sword
he taps on the barrier curiously, "So you're a knight?"
"Sort of! You can call me" she holds out her hand through the barrier to shake "Lucky Star!"
He grins and shakes her hand, it kinda like holding your hand near a fire, "Elio of the Crimson Dawn, pleased to meet you"
*I adore this character already lol*
*thx she's a lovable goof with a self-sacrificing complex* "Nice epithet!" she steps through the barrier, the beast slowly dissolving into light behind her.
"So what was that thing?' He gestures to the dissolving beast
"I'm not sure, but it fights, looks, and sounds like a fur bag full of wasps"
"oooohhhh." he nods for a few seconds before saying, "And whats a wasp?"
"Murder bee" she says with complete seriousness. *her voiceclaim is trixie from epithet erased, so do with that what you will*
*CUt for johbah* "Well, they're still bee-sized" she holds out a pinching gesture to show the littleness of wasps.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I'm not going to have a ton of time, but here's the black marketeer.*
A large humanoid made of soft clay is crouching in an alleyway, looking at some bugs. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap and orange scarf that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase sits by his side, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
He reaches down his delicately shaped hands and lets a spider climb onto his finger. He looks at it with childlike kindness and wonder, although his eyes aren't visible under the shadow of his visor. After a bit, he lets it back down and reaches into his deep coat pockets, removing a sturdy notebook and a well-maintained pencil, beginning to compare his notes to what he saw.
*CUt for johbah* "Well, they're still bee-sized" she holds out a pinching gesture to show the littleness of wasps.
*Not johbah, but since our characters were talking about wasps, i think this is me?*
"Ah, so they are not as much of a threat as that beast itself" he nods curiously
*yeah* "Nope. That one's a doozy."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I'm not going to have a ton of time, but here's the black marketeer.*
A large humanoid made of soft clay is crouching in an alleyway, looking at some bugs. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap and orange scarf that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase sits by his side, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
He reaches down his delicately shaped hands and lets a spider climb onto his finger. He looks at it with childlike kindness and wonder, although his eyes aren't visible under the shadow of his visor. After a bit, he lets it back down and reaches into his deep coat pockets, removing a sturdy notebook and a well-maintained pencil, beginning to compare his notes to what he saw.
*I think baked clay is much better*
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"Murder bee" she says with complete seriousness.
*her voiceclaim is trixie from epithet erased, so do with that what you will*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Snibblety ghibli, I am slightly jiggly.*
*And I still don't know how to introduce my merchant.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Want me to start a fight?*
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 trust you*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*yes, i am very welcome to that lol*
*He would die. He's about as powerful as a slightly tanky CR 1/2 monster by my estimation.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, i see" he nods solomly
*ooo, fun*
*Do you want me to start a fight with a fish?*
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
"SOooooooooo not fun" she rolls her eyes
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*...*
*I may need to change his class. No matter how much I love the Merchant, it is still weak as all heck.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Now I want to fight the fish.*
*Also sorry if that sounded like an insult. I am high and wrote that in weird way.*
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
*It didn't, I just realized that I need to make him able to stand up on his own. Anyway, I can intro him, just not in a way that's particularly flashy or interesting.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I wanna RP with him. He is silly seeming.*
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 glad i've never been attacked by one"
*CUt for johbah*
"Well, they're still bee-sized" she holds out a pinching gesture to show the littleness of wasps.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Not johbah, but since our characters were talking about wasps, i think this is me?*
"Ah, so they are not as much of a threat as that beast itself" he nods curiously
*I'm not going to have a ton of time, but here's the black marketeer.*
A large humanoid made of soft clay is crouching in an alleyway, looking at some bugs. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap and orange scarf that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase sits by his side, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
He reaches down his delicately shaped hands and lets a spider climb onto his finger. He looks at it with childlike kindness and wonder, although his eyes aren't visible under the shadow of his visor. After a bit, he lets it back down and reaches into his deep coat pockets, removing a sturdy notebook and a well-maintained pencil, beginning to compare his notes to what he saw.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeah*
"Nope. That one's a doozy."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anybody here who wants to rp for the time that I have? Pretty please with a cherry on top?*
*I think baked clay is much better*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)