He watches the flames continue to consume the wickerman before nodding along with their words “I have not heard of you and yet you speak as if you are expansive, I’ve still got lots to learn apparently.” He says with a chuckle, “Interesting ritual indeed.”
“Well, usually you hear about the more… world ending, demon summoning cults… we’re not like that, exactly. We have around three thousand members, but most of them aren’t around here. Me and my acolytes only came here because… well, It’s a bit of a story, I’ll tell ya later.” She chuckles, skipping along with Ragnerious.
“Feel no need, we’ve all got stories, I don’t need to know yours, and don’t feel the obligation to tell me.” He opens the door once they arrive, letting them inside following behind, though he’s a little bit compared to the building itself.
As she steps inside the tavern, she takes a deep breath and smiles, skipping along to a nearby table and ordering the strongest drink they have. “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve been to a place like this… the outdoors are truly lovely, but nothing beats the atmosphere of a lively tavern at night…” she says to Ragnerious.
He doesn’t order anything himself, leaning back against the wall as any chair he could sit in would shatter “It’s a pleasant feeling to say the least about it. This town is an amazing one, I’ve lived here for some time and enjoyed every bit of it.” He says back, smiling softly.
*There is this one homebrew subclass: the Oath of Deliciousness, which is based around hedonism and selfishness. But I had a different idea: ✨Midnight Gourmand✨*
*So this guy carries the dying god of pigs on his back in the form of an oversized coat made from living pork that acts as armor, and his only armor for that matter. It gives the same defense as mithral plate. Anyway, he was born both albino and lame, so he was basically useless. They tried to feed him to the pigs, but for some reason the porkers loved him, so they had him care for his new porcine family, dragging himself along the ground to do so.*
*Then they had him kill the pigs.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs who has been starving for worship ever since pigs were deemed "unclean animals," took pity on him, gave him his legs, and turned the dead pigs into a living coat for him. The boy immediately was awed by this kindness and decided to help the world and this god by spreading his gospel, becoming a kind and resourceful holy warrior.*
*His physical skills and heroic nature attracted the attention of some Waterdhavians, who told him about the nearby city. He had never left his home village, and in his eyes he had done all he could there, so he left for the city. He joined the guard and became a lowkey hero, obtaining a magical sniper rifle from a drow artificer who he saved from many fires and fights due to the inventor's recklessness.*
*One day, the other guards prevented him from saving that artificer, having been paid off by the Xanathar Guild. Snausage (that's his name) quit the guard, realizing that even though he was strong and had much authority, the kind of change he wanted to bring about could not be done inside the law.*
*To change a broken system, you need to think outside the box, whether that's with food, combat, music, or anything else. He's a rock star, a really weird chef, a sniper, a holy warrior, a pillar of the community, and an adventurer.*
*There is this one homebrew subclass: the Oath of Deliciousness, which is based around hedonism and selfishness. But I had a different idea: ✨Midnight Gourmand✨*
*So this guy carries the dying god of pigs on his back in the form of an oversized coat made from living pork that acts as armor, and his only armor for that matter. It gives the same defense as mithral plate. Anyway, he was born both albino and lame, so he was basically useless. They tried to feed him to the pigs, but for some reason the porkers loved him, so they had him care for his new porcine family, dragging himself along the ground to do so.*
*Then they had him kill the pigs.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs who has been starving for worship ever since pigs were deemed "unclean animals," took pity on him, gave him his legs, and turned the dead pigs into a living coat for him. The boy immediately was awed by this kindness and decided to help the world and this god by spreading his gospel, becoming a kind and resourceful holy warrior.*
*His physical skills and heroic nature attracted the attention of some Waterdhavians, who told him about the nearby city. He had never left his home village, and in his eyes he had done all he could there, so he left for the city. He joined the guard and became a lowkey hero, obtaining a magical sniper rifle from a drow artificer who he saved from many fires and fights due to the inventor's recklessness.*
*One day, the other guards prevented him from saving that artificer, having been paid off by the Xanathar Guild. Snausage (that's his name) quit the guard, realizing that even though he was strong and had much authority, the kind of change he wanted to bring about could not be done inside the law.*
*To change a broken system, you need to think outside the box, whether that's with food, combat, music, or anything else. He's a rock star, a really weird chef, a sniper, a holy warrior, a pillar of the community, and an adventurer.*
James is missing, his room ransacked showing a struggle. He’s likely been kidnapped, a message left of his counter.
Thane is repairing his arm, the one that isn’t made of oil as the bones inside have broken so he’s setting them back into place.
Jack is unconscious in the woods, Max tries to drag them to the safety of the town. His head is cracked open and bleeding, the remains of what were probably enemies all around.
A lean, muscular man with pure white skin, black glasses, and a heavy puffer coat over his shoulders made of supple flesh skateboards into town, somehow maintaining balance and speed while playing the viol with his heavily bandaged hands and wearing heavy platform boots (the goth kind, but they're the same pastel pink as his coat). His white hair is flopped over his left eye, and a holy symbol hangs from around his neck, holding his coat on.
"ARMOR-CLAD FAAAAAITH! Noise fills the burning sky! They struggle to testify! Justice brings more corpses! A disappointing verdict torches!"
James is missing, his room ransacked showing a struggle. He’s likely been kidnapped, a message left of his counter.
Thane is repairing his arm, the one that isn’t made of oil as the bones inside have broken so he’s setting them back into place.
Jack is unconscious in the woods, Max tries to drag them to the safety of the town. His head is cracked open and bleeding, the remains of what were probably enemies all around.
Lify reads the message, her eyes staring around everywhere frantically
Basil is watching
Hyacinth is walking in the woods and finds him, casting 6th level aid (25 temp hit points, 8 hour duration)
James is missing, his room ransacked showing a struggle. He’s likely been kidnapped, a message left of his counter.
Thane is repairing his arm, the one that isn’t made of oil as the bones inside have broken so he’s setting them back into place.
Jack is unconscious in the woods, Max tries to drag them to the safety of the town. His head is cracked open and bleeding, the remains of what were probably enemies all around.
Lify reads the message, her eyes staring around everywhere frantically
Basil is watching
Hyacinth is walking in the woods and finds him, casting 6th level aid (25 temp hit points, 8 hour duration)
James is missing, his room ransacked showing a struggle. He’s likely been kidnapped, a message left of his counter.
Thane is repairing his arm, the one that isn’t made of oil as the bones inside have broken so he’s setting them back into place.
Jack is unconscious in the woods, Max tries to drag them to the safety of the town. His head is cracked open and bleeding, the remains of what were probably enemies all around.
Lify reads the message, her eyes staring around everywhere frantically
Basil is watching
Hyacinth is walking in the woods and finds him, casting 6th level aid (25 temp hit points, 8 hour duration)
Seems like family troubles, and unlike Lify’s family’s James’s moves quickly and doesn’t leave a trace unless they want to. They leave coordinates to where James is.
He pulls in his arm, the bones snapping into place with a visceral noise.
Max rubs up against them as Jack gasps with life, the wound closing temporarily as he holds himself up weakly.
*curse my overly competitive, perfectionist psyche!*
*What happened, dear?*
*unfortunately, I’m not feeling like I’m a very good writer at the moment, specifically at writing characters, and now I don’t want to roleplay with my new character because of it. I feel ✨inadequate✨*
*curse my overly competitive, perfectionist psyche!*
*What happened, dear?*
*unfortunately, I’m not feeling like I’m a very good writer at the moment, specifically at writing characters, and now I don’t want to roleplay with my new character because of it. I feel ✨inadequate✨*
*The roleplayer's disease. I feel you, friend. You're a good writer. I often feel the same way about my own writing, but everyone loves my work for some reason.*
*It takes time to grow into a character and find out how you want to play them.*
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*What an I even supposed to respond?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He doesn’t order anything himself, leaning back against the wall as any chair he could sit in would shatter “It’s a pleasant feeling to say the least about it. This town is an amazing one, I’ve lived here for some time and enjoyed every bit of it.” He says back, smiling softly.
*There is this one homebrew subclass: the Oath of Deliciousness, which is based around hedonism and selfishness. But I had a different idea: ✨Midnight Gourmand✨*
*So this guy carries the dying god of pigs on his back in the form of an oversized coat made from living pork that acts as armor, and his only armor for that matter. It gives the same defense as mithral plate. Anyway, he was born both albino and lame, so he was basically useless. They tried to feed him to the pigs, but for some reason the porkers loved him, so they had him care for his new porcine family, dragging himself along the ground to do so.*
*Then they had him kill the pigs.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs who has been starving for worship ever since pigs were deemed "unclean animals," took pity on him, gave him his legs, and turned the dead pigs into a living coat for him. The boy immediately was awed by this kindness and decided to help the world and this god by spreading his gospel, becoming a kind and resourceful holy warrior.*
*His physical skills and heroic nature attracted the attention of some Waterdhavians, who told him about the nearby city. He had never left his home village, and in his eyes he had done all he could there, so he left for the city. He joined the guard and became a lowkey hero, obtaining a magical sniper rifle from a drow artificer who he saved from many fires and fights due to the inventor's recklessness.*
*One day, the other guards prevented him from saving that artificer, having been paid off by the Xanathar Guild. Snausage (that's his name) quit the guard, realizing that even though he was strong and had much authority, the kind of change he wanted to bring about could not be done inside the law.*
*To change a broken system, you need to think outside the box, whether that's with food, combat, music, or anything else. He's a rock star, a really weird chef, a sniper, a holy warrior, a pillar of the community, and an adventurer.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love this all immensely.*
*Anyway, anybody on who wants to rp?*
*Me :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Who do you want?*
*Can I have James, Thane, and someone else?
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Okay.*
James is missing, his room ransacked showing a struggle. He’s likely been kidnapped, a message left of his counter.
Thane is repairing his arm, the one that isn’t made of oil as the bones inside have broken so he’s setting them back into place.
Jack is unconscious in the woods, Max tries to drag them to the safety of the town. His head is cracked open and bleeding, the remains of what were probably enemies all around.
A lean, muscular man with pure white skin, black glasses, and a heavy puffer coat over his shoulders made of supple flesh skateboards into town, somehow maintaining balance and speed while playing the viol with his heavily bandaged hands and wearing heavy platform boots (the goth kind, but they're the same pastel pink as his coat). His white hair is flopped over his left eye, and a holy symbol hangs from around his neck, holding his coat on.
"ARMOR-CLAD FAAAAAITH!
Noise fills the burning sky!
They struggle to testify!
Justice brings more corpses!
A disappointing verdict torches!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lify reads the message, her eyes staring around everywhere frantically
Basil is watching
Hyacinth is walking in the woods and finds him, casting 6th level aid (25 temp hit points, 8 hour duration)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Baalze you made Potenkin? Goodness why didn’t you tell me?*
*curse my overly competitive, perfectionist psyche!*
*I didn't exactly, I just thought the song fit him extremely well.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Seems like family troubles, and unlike Lify’s family’s James’s moves quickly and doesn’t leave a trace unless they want to. They leave coordinates to where James is.
He pulls in his arm, the bones snapping into place with a visceral noise.
Max rubs up against them as Jack gasps with life, the wound closing temporarily as he holds himself up weakly.
*What happened, dear?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*unfortunately, I’m not feeling like I’m a very good writer at the moment, specifically at writing characters, and now I don’t want to roleplay with my new character because of it. I feel ✨inadequate✨*
*Ah of course, you wouldn’t make them exactly, but I love a big nice guy, after all, my first character ever was Rag.*
*I love overly competitive nature, did something happen?*
*The roleplayer's disease. I feel you, friend. You're a good writer. I often feel the same way about my own writing, but everyone loves my work for some reason.*
*It takes time to grow into a character and find out how you want to play them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels