The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
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She narrows her eyes "doesn't look like nothing"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am well, et vous?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"W-well you know my line of work is d-dangerous." he stammers under her gaze.
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She narrows her eyes at him and pokes him "let me see"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Excuse me?"
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well it might not...." he falters and slowly unwraps the bandage.
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She narrows her eyes and helps him unwrap it
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Eventually the cloth is fully off of his hand. She can now see something has been burned into the palm of his hand, almost like a brand for cattle.
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"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Bloody-!" She looks up at him "What in the nine bells happened??"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren looks away. "Stuff." he mumbles. "Cultists of the Nameless God. They needed someone for a ritual and I stumbled upon them...."
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When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You need to be healed!" She said, fretting a bit
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren sighs. "Go ahead and try."
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