The surface of the lake in a 8foot radial circle of Cyvus is riddled with previously sunken treasures. "There you are, Darling."
"Tough guy, then, eh? Y'want a drink?" he asks, setting his chin into his paw.
The small kobold grabs all the coins and treasures and stuffs them in a large bag, then opens her arms for a hug
"Not even remotely a tough guy" He chuckles a bit "And yeah. Do ya want me to pay?"
He tilts his head in confusion, his working right eye focusing on her, but after a moment, he gives in.
"On me, friend. Whatcha want?" he says, setting a plat on the counter. He plans to be here a while
The tiny kobold has surprising strength for her size
"Can I have a cocktail?"
He lets her go and smiles. "Thanks for the hug, little one. Not many folks pay attention to me these days" *Fluffy or scaly kobold?*
His ears flicker momentarily, but then Circut finishes their sentence. ".."Course!" he beams, ordering them one. It comes promptly
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The tiny kobold has surprising strength for her size
"Can I have a cocktail?"
He lets her go and smiles. "Thanks for the hug, little one. Not many folks pay attention to me these days" *Fluffy or scaly kobold?*
His ears flicker momentarily, but then Circut finishes their sentence. ".."Course!" he beams, ordering them one. It comes promptly
*Floofy* "Why?" they tilt their head
The tall protogen smiles to him
"I'm old." he chuckles. "A hundred and seven. Shoulda died about twenty years back
He smiles back. "What's Yer name, mate?"
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Omi is working on something that involves a hammer
A rogue tabaxi sleeps on the roof of the tavern
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The tiny kobold has surprising strength for her size
"Can I have a cocktail?"
He lets her go and smiles. "Thanks for the hug, little one. Not many folks pay attention to me these days" *Fluffy or scaly kobold?*
His ears flicker momentarily, but then Circut finishes their sentence. ".."Course!" he beams, ordering them one. It comes promptly
*Floofy* "Why?" they tilt their head
The tall protogen smiles to him
"I'm old." he chuckles. "A hundred and seven. Shoulda died about twenty years back
He smiles back. "What's Yer name, mate?"
The tiny kobold seems to not understand "I think I'm like eighty. Am I old?"
"Circuit. But misspelled."
"For a kobold, no." he reassures her, holding the side of her face.
"Wyvern." he says, holding out a paw
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Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*comical and cute. I love it. What kind of romanticalism would he prefer?*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
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Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
The strugel waves back as if this is just something that happens sometimes. "Hey. You good?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
The strugel waves back as if this is just something that happens sometimes. "Hey. You good?"
"Uhh, yes," The man puts on a friendly smile. "Just a little... disconcerted. Do you... do that often?"
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
(good afternoon)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
You're no longer my concern
Faces from my past return
Another lesson yet to learn
He lets her go and smiles. "Thanks for the hug, little one. Not many folks pay attention to me these days" *Fluffy or scaly kobold?*
His ears flicker momentarily, but then Circut finishes their sentence. ".."Course!" he beams, ordering them one. It comes promptly
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*heya*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(how are ya)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
You're no longer my concern
Faces from my past return
Another lesson yet to learn
Thirteen is writing.
Mauric is at work, but his heart isn’t in it.
Loriche is fixing her pick.
Riotan is sending his quasits forth to usher in violent mischief.
Eito is meditating at Omi’s house.
Malafasa is purchasing a new hammer.
Yod is looking for a mark.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Floofy* "Why?" they tilt their head
The tall protogen smiles to him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I'm old." he chuckles. "A hundred and seven. Shoulda died about twenty years back
He smiles back. "What's Yer name, mate?"
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Domino is waiting tables
Omi is working on something that involves a hammer
A rogue tabaxi sleeps on the roof of the tavern
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The tiny kobold seems to not understand "I think I'm like eighty. Am I old?"
"Circuit. But misspelled."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"For a kobold, no." he reassures her, holding the side of her face.
"Wyvern." he says, holding out a paw
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Jiji looks at his hand
Circut shakes his paw
*GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*bleh, I need a nap.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*comical and cute. I love it. What kind of romanticalism would he prefer?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*yeah, same*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*I'll come nap with you*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The strugel waves back as if this is just something that happens sometimes. "Hey. You good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Uhh, yes," The man puts on a friendly smile. "Just a little... disconcerted. Do you... do that often?"
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Mauric nods to her.
Eito watches him work with interest.
Yod spots them but doesn’t want to disturb them for no reason, so he just tries to get a closer look.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.