Omi is working on something that involves a hammer
A rogue tabaxi sleeps on the roof of the tavern
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.
"Yo. You good man? You look.. bored."
Eito can't tell what's being made, but it's something small.
His arms are held behind his head, one foot closer to his body, peaking his knee up. His fur is mid length, glossy and grey
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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.
*comical and cute. I love it. What kind of romanticalism would he prefer?*
*I never actually considered that. I'll think about it.*
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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.
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?"
"No, sir, just for long-distance travel." He stands up and folds his chair, tucking it under his arm. "It's hard for me to make ones that last that long."
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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.
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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?"
"No, sir, just for long-distance travel." He stands up and folds his chair, tucking it under his arm. "It's hard for me to make ones that last that long."
"Oh yes, naturally," The man shakes his head, muttering to himself. "I'm Eriol, you?"
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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.
"No, sir, just for long-distance travel." He stands up and folds his chair, tucking it under his arm. "It's hard for me to make ones that last that long."
"Oh yes, naturally," The man shakes his head, muttering to himself. "I'm Eriol, you?"
"Austin." He takes a lollipop out of his coat, unwraps it, and sticks it in his mouth. "I'm almost a monster hunter."
(Strugels are small, chubby ferret people, in case I forgot to mention.)
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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.
"No, sir, just for long-distance travel." He stands up and folds his chair, tucking it under his arm. "It's hard for me to make ones that last that long."
"Oh yes, naturally," The man shakes his head, muttering to himself. "I'm Eriol, you?"
"Austin." He takes a lollipop out of his coat, unwraps it, and sticks it in his mouth. "I'm almost a monster hunter."
(Strugels are small, chubby ferret people, in case I forgot to mention.)
*Huh, cool.*
Eriol smiled. "I am a monster hunter. Have been for years. It's how I met this guy." He gives the mastiff an affectionate pat. "What do you mean 'almost'?"
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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.
*the new lich has nearly three times its original health.*
*YEEEEEEEEEEEES*
*in addition, they have at will fireball and lightning bolt, among other things. It’s great. They also renamed Phylacteries to Soul Jars.*
*they also removed vampire regeneration and added three new vampires, the humanoid vampire familiar, as well as the night Bringer (I think that’s what it’s called) and the Umbral Lord.*
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.
Merabelle was doing some meditation to connect more with the forest when they sensed whatever was going on. She decided to get dressed and investigate, her distant, terrifying visage able to be seen through the shadows of the forest, her fangs sharper than daggers before revealing herself, wearing her black dress, a smile on her face “Well howdy there! I ain’t seen you ‘round here none befer!”
"Austin." He takes a lollipop out of his coat, unwraps it, and sticks it in his mouth. "I'm almost a monster hunter."
(Strugels are small, chubby ferret people, in case I forgot to mention.)
*Huh, cool.*
Eriol smiled. "I am a monster hunter. Have been for years. It's how I met this guy." He gives the mastiff an affectionate pat. "What do you mean 'almost'?"
"Legally, I'm a civilian, meaning that I can't sign up for hunts or turn in bounties. I've been repeatedly told I have the physicality of a 10-year old human boy, and that's the reason I'm not allowed to join any guilds or get a license. Of course, should some particularly problematic monsters go missing near me, they usually don't mind it."
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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.
"Austin." He takes a lollipop out of his coat, unwraps it, and sticks it in his mouth. "I'm almost a monster hunter."
(Strugels are small, chubby ferret people, in case I forgot to mention.)
*Huh, cool.*
Eriol smiled. "I am a monster hunter. Have been for years. It's how I met this guy." He gives the mastiff an affectionate pat. "What do you mean 'almost'?"
"Legally, I'm a civilian, meaning that I can't sign up for hunts or turn in bounties. I've been repeatedly told I have the physicality of a 10-year old human boy, and that's the reason I'm not allowed to join any guilds or get a license. Of course, should some particularly problematic monsters go missing near me, they usually don't mind it."
"Fair enough," Eriol responds, frowning. "A civilian seeking to do good in the world shouldn't be restricted by petty laws and regulations. Sometimes I wonder who the true monsters are."
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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.
Merabelle was doing some meditation to connect more with the forest when they sensed whatever was going on. She decided to get dressed and investigate, her distant, terrifying visage able to be seen through the shadows of the forest, her fangs sharper than daggers before revealing herself, wearing her black dress, a smile on her face “Well howdy there! I ain’t seen you ‘round here none befer!”
He flinches a bit, then stands up, taking off his helmet to reveal the wild ruffs of fluff upon his head. "Yes ma'am, I just arrived in town. Traveling light, as you can probably tell, but I had to bring a comfortable place to sit for the long journey. No weapons here, ma'am!"
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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.
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"Yo. You good man? You look.. bored."
Eito can't tell what's being made, but it's something small.
His arms are held behind his head, one foot closer to his body, peaking his knee up. His fur is mid length, glossy and grey
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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
*I never actually considered that. I'll think about it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m looking through the new monster manual*
*the new lich has nearly three times its original health.*
"No, sir, just for long-distance travel." He stands up and folds his chair, tucking it under his arm. "It's hard for me to make ones that last that long."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*YEEEEEEEEEEEES*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg*
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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
"Oh yes, naturally," The man shakes his head, muttering to himself. "I'm Eriol, you?"
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’m finally here, does anyone want to rp or anything? It’s cool if not, I’ll just be here.*
*I introed the boi a bit ago*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, I’ll assume that gives me permission to rp with them. Do you have a preference on who does?*
"Austin." He takes a lollipop out of his coat, unwraps it, and sticks it in his mouth. "I'm almost a monster hunter."
(Strugels are small, chubby ferret people, in case I forgot to mention.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Not particularly. He's only level three, so probably not someone looking for a fight.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Huh, cool.*
Eriol smiled. "I am a monster hunter. Have been for years. It's how I met this guy." He gives the mastiff an affectionate pat. "What do you mean 'almost'?"
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)
*Wasnt planning on it, so I’ll provide someone who wouldn’t be terrible.*
*in addition, they have at will fireball and lightning bolt, among other things. It’s great. They also renamed Phylacteries to Soul Jars.*
*they also removed vampire regeneration and added three new vampires, the humanoid vampire familiar, as well as the night Bringer (I think that’s what it’s called) and the Umbral Lord.*
*the new Sphinxes are also awesome.*
Merabelle was doing some meditation to connect more with the forest when they sensed whatever was going on. She decided to get dressed and investigate, her distant, terrifying visage able to be seen through the shadows of the forest, her fangs sharper than daggers before revealing herself, wearing her black dress, a smile on her face “Well howdy there! I ain’t seen you ‘round here none befer!”
*Anyone else? Pretty please?*
"Legally, I'm a civilian, meaning that I can't sign up for hunts or turn in bounties. I've been repeatedly told I have the physicality of a 10-year old human boy, and that's the reason I'm not allowed to join any guilds or get a license. Of course, should some particularly problematic monsters go missing near me, they usually don't mind it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fair enough," Eriol responds, frowning. "A civilian seeking to do good in the world shouldn't be restricted by petty laws and regulations. Sometimes I wonder who the true monsters are."
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)
He flinches a bit, then stands up, taking off his helmet to reveal the wild ruffs of fluff upon his head. "Yes ma'am, I just arrived in town. Traveling light, as you can probably tell, but I had to bring a comfortable place to sit for the long journey. No weapons here, ma'am!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.