*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
The Toymaker opens the door, waving up to Ragnaris. “Welcome!” He says in a thick German accent, a constant gleeful smile on his face.
*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
The Toymaker opens the door, waving up to Ragnaris. “Welcome!” He says in a thick German accent, a constant gleeful smile on his face.
He looks down at them, smiling back at them, holding out a hand “That is what I was going to say.” He says with a chuckle, “Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most simply call me Rag.”
*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
The Toymaker opens the door, waving up to Ragnaris. “Welcome!” He says in a thick German accent, a constant gleeful smile on his face.
He looks down at them, smiling back at them, holding out a hand “That is what I was going to say.” He says with a chuckle, “Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most simply call me Rag.”
He shakes Rag’s hand. “Wonderful to meet you, Ragnerious! Do you want to purchase any of my creations? I can show you some of them!” He says cheerfully, producing three bouncy balls from his pocket and beginning to juggle them.
*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
The Toymaker opens the door, waving up to Ragnaris. “Welcome!” He says in a thick German accent, a constant gleeful smile on his face.
He looks down at them, smiling back at them, holding out a hand “That is what I was going to say.” He says with a chuckle, “Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most simply call me Rag.”
He shakes Rag’s hand. “Wonderful to meet you, Ragnerious! Do you want to purchase any of my creations? I can show you some of them!” He says cheerfully, producing three bouncy balls from his pocket and beginning to juggle them.
He smiles even more at that, squatting down so he can actually look inside of the shop “I doubt there is anything I would want, but I would love to see any you are willing to show.” He keeps his heat from melting the ground or the shop itself “You do seem to have a love for your craft.”
*Anybody here? If so, good morning, I must go soon but I’m here.*
*Im actually here now, is anyone else?*
*boo, I’m here!*
*Oh well hello my dear friend. How art thou? Do you still want to Archcrone to meet Rag?*
*I’m great, how are you?*
*not right now, at least, but I do have a character I think it would be fun to use with Rag.*
*Feeling more blessed each and every day. Happy to hear youre doing well.*
*Of course not right now, just wondering if you still had the interest at all. If you want to rp I’m down to.*
*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
The Toymaker opens the door, waving up to Ragnaris. “Welcome!” He says in a thick German accent, a constant gleeful smile on his face.
He looks down at them, smiling back at them, holding out a hand “That is what I was going to say.” He says with a chuckle, “Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most simply call me Rag.”
He shakes Rag’s hand. “Wonderful to meet you, Ragnerious! Do you want to purchase any of my creations? I can show you some of them!” He says cheerfully, producing three bouncy balls from his pocket and beginning to juggle them.
He smiles even more at that, squatting down so he can actually look inside of the shop “I doubt there is anything I would want, but I would love to see any you are willing to show.” He keeps his heat from melting the ground or the shop itself “You do seem to have a love for your craft.”
“Oh, well, why wouldn’t I, I’m the best in the world at it!” He chuckles, rushing into his shop and bringing out an assortment of toys, dolls, stuffed animals, and literally every other toy under the sun. He presents all of them to Rag, talking about each and every one of them with a strange amount of detail. “And this one right here is Sad Tom, different from Hero Tom, sad Tom divorced crazy Sadie because she was crazy… and this here is Dandy the bear! She loves hugs and is made from real bear fur!”
He listens to each, indulging the man’s great interest in weaving a story with all of these toys “Oh really? Do you have a tarrasque stuffed animal? I may want one of those, if you have any. If not, I could possibly get you materials to create one, if you would like.” He says with a smile “Oh, and is it possible for you to animate it?”
He listens to each, indulging the man’s great interest in weaving a story with all of these toys “Oh really? Do you have a tarrasque stuffed animal? I may want one of those, if you have any. If not, I could possibly get you materials to create one, if you would like.” He says with a smile “Oh, and is it possible for you to animate it?”
“Tarrasque stuffed animals? I have three! Made from real Tarrasque skin, of course, I only use quality materials. And of course I can animate them!” He laughs, bringing out three tarrasque stuffed animals, one the size of a large dog and two baby versions. They are, in fact, made of real tarrasque skin.
He listens to each, indulging the man’s great interest in weaving a story with all of these toys “Oh really? Do you have a tarrasque stuffed animal? I may want one of those, if you have any. If not, I could possibly get you materials to create one, if you would like.” He says with a smile “Oh, and is it possible for you to animate it?”
“Tarrasque stuffed animals? I have three! Made from real Tarrasque skin, of course, I only use quality materials. And of course I can animate them!” He laughs, bringing out three tarrasque stuffed animals, one the size of a large dog and two baby versions. They are, in fact, made of real tarrasque skin.
“Thank you, I would like a single one, I would hate to take your entire stock. It has been a long time since I’ve had a hunting companion, and having the largest one might be something I would happily take. Do you have any armor for it? For the cosmetic touch than anything?” He looks the tarrasque stuffed animals, smiling at them with sharp teeth.
*What if they were another rehash of my Sin Eater concept, but they had no intention of waiting for their "benefactors" to die, or sparing their souls? A monster with the goal of making a grand dish out of outstanding sinners.*
*The Justiciar of Gluttony, feeding on targets with moral impunity. Due to Stroth's unusual nature, the child could be literally anything, after all.*
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 listens to each, indulging the man’s great interest in weaving a story with all of these toys “Oh really? Do you have a tarrasque stuffed animal? I may want one of those, if you have any. If not, I could possibly get you materials to create one, if you would like.” He says with a smile “Oh, and is it possible for you to animate it?”
“Tarrasque stuffed animals? I have three! Made from real Tarrasque skin, of course, I only use quality materials. And of course I can animate them!” He laughs, bringing out three tarrasque stuffed animals, one the size of a large dog and two baby versions. They are, in fact, made of real tarrasque skin.
“Thank you, I would like a single one, I would hate to take your entire stock. It has been a long time since I’ve had a hunting companion, and having the largest one might be something I would happily take. Do you have any armor for it? For the cosmetic touch than anything?” He looks the tarrasque stuffed animals, smiling at them with sharp teeth.
“Kind sir, it would have no need for armor! Tarrasque hide combined with my craftsmanship makes it extraordinarily resilient!” He chuckles. “But if you want it for cosmetics, then I suppose I could make some for you. If you supply me the metals, of course.”
*Dont be sorry, we all good. Tell me a lil bit about each of them if you would. Is that okay?*
*It’s cool. In aforementioned order, vampiric gnome with anger issues, mute runaway prince with blood connections to the former god of the wilds, lycanthrope tabaxi follower of the goddess of the night and hunt, fey assistant to the Writhe family for centuries, ghost tabaxi running for kingdom council, Tabaxi royal guard of Agatha.*
He listens to each, indulging the man’s great interest in weaving a story with all of these toys “Oh really? Do you have a tarrasque stuffed animal? I may want one of those, if you have any. If not, I could possibly get you materials to create one, if you would like.” He says with a smile “Oh, and is it possible for you to animate it?”
“Tarrasque stuffed animals? I have three! Made from real Tarrasque skin, of course, I only use quality materials. And of course I can animate them!” He laughs, bringing out three tarrasque stuffed animals, one the size of a large dog and two baby versions. They are, in fact, made of real tarrasque skin.
“Thank you, I would like a single one, I would hate to take your entire stock. It has been a long time since I’ve had a hunting companion, and having the largest one might be something I would happily take. Do you have any armor for it? For the cosmetic touch than anything?” He looks the tarrasque stuffed animals, smiling at them with sharp teeth.
“Kind sir, it would have no need for armor! Tarrasque hide combined with my craftsmanship makes it extraordinarily resilient!” He chuckles. “But if you want it for cosmetics, then I suppose I could make some for you. If you supply me the metals, of course.”
“Naturally, give an hour or less and you will have the choice of nearly any metal you could find on this plane. I am happy to do business with you sir, how much will this all cost in the end?” He asks, putting down a pouch of gold that is proportionate to the size of his hand itself.
*What if they were another rehash of my Sin Eater concept, but they had no intention of waiting for their "benefactors" to die, or sparing their souls? A monster with the goal of making a grand dish out of outstanding sinners.*
*The Justiciar of Gluttony, feeding on targets with moral impunity. Due to Stroth's unusual nature, the child could be literally anything, after all.*
*So, anyone have an opinion on this?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*alright! Time to… Meet the Toymaker!*
A new shop has appeared in town. It’s a toy shop, it seems, dozens of dolls, stuffed animals, and puppets, on display behind the windows, each with carefully crafted outfits and details. There are also a wide range of games, including dragonchess, and decks of cards on every table. A man is at the desk in the back, in his early fifties, with graying hair and a wide smile, as he works on crafting another toy, a puppet, it seems. He has startling blue eyes, fair, wrinkled skin, and over his white tunic he wears a leather apron holding all of his tools. Some of the puppets and dolls strangely resemble citizens of the town.
Outside of the shop they feel a soft rumbling, heavy steps coming closer and ever closer to the shop, until they can see someone outside. Or at least part of someone, considering they nearly completely tower over the shop, reaching down a single massive hand to knock on the door, making sure not to crush it with his strength. Rag has come to greet this toy maker.
The Toymaker opens the door, waving up to Ragnaris. “Welcome!” He says in a thick German accent, a constant gleeful smile on his face.
He looks down at them, smiling back at them, holding out a hand “That is what I was going to say.” He says with a chuckle, “Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most simply call me Rag.”
He shakes Rag’s hand. “Wonderful to meet you, Ragnerious! Do you want to purchase any of my creations? I can show you some of them!” He says cheerfully, producing three bouncy balls from his pocket and beginning to juggle them.
He smiles even more at that, squatting down so he can actually look inside of the shop “I doubt there is anything I would want, but I would love to see any you are willing to show.” He keeps his heat from melting the ground or the shop itself “You do seem to have a love for your craft.”
“Oh, well, why wouldn’t I, I’m the best in the world at it!” He chuckles, rushing into his shop and bringing out an assortment of toys, dolls, stuffed animals, and literally every other toy under the sun. He presents all of them to Rag, talking about each and every one of them with a strange amount of detail. “And this one right here is Sad Tom, different from Hero Tom, sad Tom divorced crazy Sadie because she was crazy… and this here is Dandy the bear! She loves hugs and is made from real bear fur!”
*Cut for Arch.*
He listens to each, indulging the man’s great interest in weaving a story with all of these toys “Oh really? Do you have a tarrasque stuffed animal? I may want one of those, if you have any. If not, I could possibly get you materials to create one, if you would like.” He says with a smile “Oh, and is it possible for you to animate it?”
“Tarrasque stuffed animals? I have three! Made from real Tarrasque skin, of course, I only use quality materials. And of course I can animate them!” He laughs, bringing out three tarrasque stuffed animals, one the size of a large dog and two baby versions. They are, in fact, made of real tarrasque skin.
“Thank you, I would like a single one, I would hate to take your entire stock. It has been a long time since I’ve had a hunting companion, and having the largest one might be something I would happily take. Do you have any armor for it? For the cosmetic touch than anything?” He looks the tarrasque stuffed animals, smiling at them with sharp teeth.
*Hey Demon. You want to rp?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I had an idea for my villain.*
*What if they were another rehash of my Sin Eater concept, but they had no intention of waiting for their "benefactors" to die, or sparing their souls? A monster with the goal of making a grand dish out of outstanding sinners.*
*The Justiciar of Gluttony, feeding on targets with moral impunity. Due to Stroth's unusual nature, the child could be literally anything, after all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ah just call me Jester. Sure, what kind o’ people you got?*
*I’d been doing research*
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)
*sorry Jester. I’ve got Ternikus, Cerberus, Sylvan, Pangola, Agatha, and Koneko.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Dont be sorry, we all good. Tell me a lil bit about each of them if you would. Is that okay?*
“Kind sir, it would have no need for armor! Tarrasque hide combined with my craftsmanship makes it extraordinarily resilient!” He chuckles. “But if you want it for cosmetics, then I suppose I could make some for you. If you supply me the metals, of course.”
*It’s cool. In aforementioned order, vampiric gnome with anger issues, mute runaway prince with blood connections to the former god of the wilds, lycanthrope tabaxi follower of the goddess of the night and hunt, fey assistant to the Writhe family for centuries, ghost tabaxi running for kingdom council, Tabaxi royal guard of Agatha.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Naturally, give an hour or less and you will have the choice of nearly any metal you could find on this plane. I am happy to do business with you sir, how much will this all cost in the end?” He asks, putting down a pouch of gold that is proportionate to the size of his hand itself.
*So, anyone have an opinion on this?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels