*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.*
*Maybe the Fey assistant or the lycanthrope tabaxi.*
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.
“Oh, well, perhaps three hundred gold for the armor, and since the Tarrasque is made of actual hide, about 1,200 total.” He smiles. “Of course, I’d give it to you free if you win it in a game, but you’re already paying, so worry not about that!”
*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.*
*Maybe the Fey assistant or the lycanthrope tabaxi.*
*cool* Pangola is handing out pins with Agatha’s face on them and the words ‘future council’.
Sylvan is shifting between forms rapidly trying to round up a bunch of escaped fruits with roots acting as legs.
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.
“Oh, well, perhaps three hundred gold for the armor, and since the Tarrasque is made of actual hide, about 1,200 total.” He smiles. “Of course, I’d give it to you free if you win it in a game, but you’re already paying, so worry not about that!”
“I would be happy to pay and play the game regardless. Either one works for me my friend. It is entirely up to you if you want to play. Any game you like, being strength, skill, or mind, I love games.” He smiles, putting the gold to the side.
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.
“Oh, well, perhaps three hundred gold for the armor, and since the Tarrasque is made of actual hide, about 1,200 total.” He smiles. “Of course, I’d give it to you free if you win it in a game, but you’re already paying, so worry not about that!”
“I would be happy to pay and play the game regardless. Either one works for me my friend. It is entirely up to you if you want to play. Any game you like, being strength, skill, or mind, I love games.” He smiles, putting the gold to the side.
“Well alright then! You can choose the game. I have chess, cards, checkers, basically everything.”
*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.*
*Maybe the Fey assistant or the lycanthrope tabaxi.*
*cool* Pangola is handing out pins with Agatha’s face on them and the words ‘future council’.
Sylvan is shifting between forms rapidly trying to round up a bunch of escaped fruits with roots acting as legs.
Darius, A dark skinned human with long hair tied into several bundles watches the Fey with squinted eyes.
Jason, an Australian High Elf craftsman with a penchant for ending up covered in soot after experiments, walks past, catching one of them “Where’re you goin’ little bugger?”
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.
“Oh, well, perhaps three hundred gold for the armor, and since the Tarrasque is made of actual hide, about 1,200 total.” He smiles. “Of course, I’d give it to you free if you win it in a game, but you’re already paying, so worry not about that!”
“I would be happy to pay and play the game regardless. Either one works for me my friend. It is entirely up to you if you want to play. Any game you like, being strength, skill, or mind, I love games.” He smiles, putting the gold to the side.
“Well alright then! You can choose the game. I have chess, cards, checkers, basically everything.”
“How about a game of Chess? Best of three wins. Though I wouldn’t want to break the pieces, so I must request you play what I tell you to. If that’s okay.”
*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 while scaring survivors straight, as the saying goes.*
*Something between the Falling Devil from Chainsaw Man and Gryla from that Red One movie. You know, with Dwayne Johnson and the angry snowmen on the beach.*
*The Justiciar of Gluttony, feeding on targets with moral impunity. Due to Stroth's unusual nature, the child could be literally anything, after all.*
*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.*
*Maybe the Fey assistant or the lycanthrope tabaxi.*
*cool* Pangola is handing out pins with Agatha’s face on them and the words ‘future council’.
Sylvan is shifting between forms rapidly trying to round up a bunch of escaped fruits with roots acting as legs.
Darius, A dark skinned human with long hair tied into several bundles watches the Fey with squinted eyes.
Jason, an Australian High Elf craftsman with a penchant for ending up covered in soot after experiments, walks past, catching one of them “Where’re you goin’ little bugger?”
Pangola hobbles over to him and gives them a pin with a smile.
Sylvan pounces the one Jason’s speaking to in wolf form, before shifting and throwing it in a bin. “Don’t know why they’re running, they just are. My friend made them somehow. Mind helping?” He goes on all fours as one runs between his legs.
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.
“Oh, well, perhaps three hundred gold for the armor, and since the Tarrasque is made of actual hide, about 1,200 total.” He smiles. “Of course, I’d give it to you free if you win it in a game, but you’re already paying, so worry not about that!”
“I would be happy to pay and play the game regardless. Either one works for me my friend. It is entirely up to you if you want to play. Any game you like, being strength, skill, or mind, I love games.” He smiles, putting the gold to the side.
“Well alright then! You can choose the game. I have chess, cards, checkers, basically everything.”
“How about a game of Chess? Best of three wins. Though I wouldn’t want to break the pieces, so I must request you play what I tell you to. If that’s okay.”
“absolutely!” He says, dragging out a table, a stool for himself, and a chessboard. He begins setting up pieces.
*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 while scaring survivors straight, as the saying goes.*
*Something between the Falling Devil from Chainsaw Man and Gryla from that Red One movie. You know, with Dwayne Johnson and the angry snowmen on the beach.*
*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?*
*I haven't watched Red One but I understand what you're saying. I like the concept a lot, but it feels a bit disconnected from the initial elements of the character. Not that that's a bad thing, though.*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*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 while scaring survivors straight, as the saying goes.*
*Something between the Falling Devil from Chainsaw Man and Gryla from that Red One movie. You know, with Dwayne Johnson and the angry snowmen on the beach.*
*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?*
*I haven't watched Red One but I understand what you're saying. I like the concept a lot, but it feels a bit disconnected from the initial elements of the character. Not that that's a bad thing, though.*
*I'll be perfectly honest, I had no idea where to go with my original concept. Like, seriously, what is this guy? There really wasn't much to work with.*
*Oh, side note, this is absolutely not a holy being. He's basically shredding through hell like V1, and for significantly worse reasons.*
*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 while scaring survivors straight, as the saying goes.*
*Something between the Falling Devil from Chainsaw Man and Gryla from that Red One movie. You know, with Dwayne Johnson and the angry snowmen on the beach.*
*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?*
*I haven't watched Red One but I understand what you're saying. I like the concept a lot, but it feels a bit disconnected from the initial elements of the character. Not that that's a bad thing, though.*
*I'll be perfectly honest, I had no idea where to go with my original concept. Like, seriously, what is this guy? There really wasn't much to work with.*
*Oh, side note, this is absolutely not a holy being. He's basically shredding through hell like V1, and for significantly worse reasons.*
*He is a lonely boi.*
*Gotcha. I like it a lot, and I can think of several characters of mine he'd go after.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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)
*Maybe the Fey assistant or the lycanthrope tabaxi.*
“Oh, well, perhaps three hundred gold for the armor, and since the Tarrasque is made of actual hide, about 1,200 total.” He smiles. “Of course, I’d give it to you free if you win it in a game, but you’re already paying, so worry not about that!”
*cool*
Pangola is handing out pins with Agatha’s face on them and the words ‘future council’.
Sylvan is shifting between forms rapidly trying to round up a bunch of escaped fruits with roots acting as legs.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I would be happy to pay and play the game regardless. Either one works for me my friend. It is entirely up to you if you want to play. Any game you like, being strength, skill, or mind, I love games.” He smiles, putting the gold to the side.
“Well alright then! You can choose the game. I have chess, cards, checkers, basically everything.”
Darius, A dark skinned human with long hair tied into several bundles watches the Fey with squinted eyes.
Jason, an Australian High Elf craftsman with a penchant for ending up covered in soot after experiments, walks past, catching one of them “Where’re you goin’ little bugger?”
*Good afternoon, my dear friends!*
Omori is continuing to practice Cure Wounds, making slow yet consistent progress.
KK is at the warehouse, making sketches of potential designs for her new biggest project.
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)
“How about a game of Chess? Best of three wins. Though I wouldn’t want to break the pieces, so I must request you play what I tell you to. If that’s okay.”
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Pangola hobbles over to him and gives them a pin with a smile.
Sylvan pounces the one Jason’s speaking to in wolf form, before shifting and throwing it in a bin. “Don’t know why they’re running, they just are. My friend made them somehow. Mind helping?” He goes on all fours as one runs between his legs.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“absolutely!” He says, dragging out a table, a stool for himself, and a chessboard. He begins setting up pieces.
*I haven't watched Red One but I understand what you're saying. I like the concept a lot, but it feels a bit disconnected from the initial elements of the character. Not that that's a bad thing, though.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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'll be perfectly honest, I had no idea where to go with my original concept. Like, seriously, what is this guy? There really wasn't much to work with.*
*Oh, side note, this is absolutely not a holy being. He's basically shredding through hell like V1, and for significantly worse reasons.*
*He is a lonely boi.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gotcha. I like it a lot, and I can think of several characters of mine he'd go after.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*anyone on?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hi!*
*Anybody on? I’ve got an hour and that’s about it.*
*yeah!*
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)
*Oh hey Fry.*