Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Merabelle walks by the shop, an owlbear corpse resting on her shoulders as she leans down a bit to look inside.
Eithan looks over to them, wearing his armor, and yet somehow still able to drink a glass of water.
The inside is rather nice. A lot of plants of every kind sitting and hanging in the window sills. The front has a working display for meat cuts.
Nathan looks up and over, tipping his hat at them.
She decides to put down the owlbear corpse and walk inside after knocking on the door politely, giving her usual terrifying smile.
He bows his head as a show of respect in return “Nice to meet you, sir.” He says with a soothing feeling washing over Nathan as Eithan speaks.
The bell on the door jingles and Misha pokes her head out from the back. As not to scare her, she grabs a cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out to the front. "Hello there!"
Nathan rolls his shoulder but nods, setting his blade down. He signs the word in common for 'Hello'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Merabelle walks by the shop, an owlbear corpse resting on her shoulders as she leans down a bit to look inside.
Eithan looks over to them, wearing his armor, and yet somehow still able to drink a glass of water.
The inside is rather nice. A lot of plants of every kind sitting and hanging in the window sills. The front has a working display for meat cuts.
Nathan looks up and over, tipping his hat at them.
She decides to put down the owlbear corpse and walk inside after knocking on the door politely, giving her usual terrifying smile.
He bows his head as a show of respect in return “Nice to meet you, sir.” He says with a soothing feeling washing over Nathan as Eithan speaks.
The bell on the door jingles and Misha pokes her head out from the back. As not to scare her, she grabs a cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out to the front. "Hello there!"
Nathan rolls his shoulder but nods, setting his blade down. He signs the word in common for 'Hello'
“Howdy sweetheart! Nice ta meet ya, I ain’t see ya around town befer, I’m Merabelle the black blood, but everyone just calls me Merabelle, who’re ya? This a nice shop ya got here.” She holds out a hand to them once she makes her way inside.
He nods upon seeing that he cannot or will not speak through words, returning the sign, as well as signing “Would you like to speak telepathically?”
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
"May I help you with something?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nathan sets down his blade and signs the common sign for 'Hello'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Merabelle walks by the shop, an owlbear corpse resting on her shoulders as she leans down a bit to look inside.
Eithan looks over to them, wearing his armor, and yet somehow still able to drink a glass of water.
The inside is rather nice. A lot of plants of every kind sitting and hanging in the window sills. The front has a working display for meat cuts.
Nathan looks up and over, tipping his hat at them.
She decides to put down the owlbear corpse and walk inside after knocking on the door politely, giving her usual terrifying smile.
He bows his head as a show of respect in return “Nice to meet you, sir.” He says with a soothing feeling washing over Nathan as Eithan speaks.
The bell on the door jingles and Misha pokes her head out from the back. As not to scare her, she grabs a cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out to the front. "Hello there!"
Nathan rolls his shoulder but nods, setting his blade down. He signs the word in common for 'Hello'
“Howdy sweetheart! Nice ta meet ya, I ain’t see ya around town befer, I’m Merabelle the black blood, but everyone just calls me Merabelle, who’re ya? This a nice shop ya got here.” She holds out a hand to them once she makes her way inside.
He nods upon seeing that he cannot or will not speak through words, returning the sign, as well as signing “Would you like to speak telepathically?”
"Nice to meet you as well ma'am, my name is Misha." She shakes her hand. "I recently opened it but thank you for the compliment!"
'If we could' he signs and shrugs 'but it doesn't harm me.'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
"May I help you with something?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nathan sets down his blade and signs the common sign for 'Hello'
"Uh, yes. I was wondering if you had any good meats for soup?" he asks, fidgeting with his hands nervously.
The dwarf signs back, "Hello."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
"May I help you with something?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nathan sets down his blade and signs the common sign for 'Hello'
"Uh, yes. I was wondering if you had any good meats for soup?" he asks, fidgeting with his hands nervously.
The dwarf signs back, "Hello."
"Of course honey," she nods. "Depends on what you're looking for, though, all meat can be good for soup but it depends on how you cook it."
'I can hear you, no need for you to sign if you don't want to.' Nathan signs and shrugs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
"May I help you with something?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nathan sets down his blade and signs the common sign for 'Hello'
"Uh, yes. I was wondering if you had any good meats for soup?" he asks, fidgeting with his hands nervously.
The dwarf signs back, "Hello."
"Of course honey," she nods. "Depends on what you're looking for, though, all meat can be good for soup but it depends on how you cook it."
'I can hear you, no need for you to sign if you don't want to.' Nathan signs and shrugs.
"Like a beef stew maybe?" he says
"I dont mind signing." he signs, smiling. "Quite easy for me actually."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nice to meet you as well ma'am, my name is Misha." She shakes her hand. "I recently opened it but thank you for the compliment!"
'If we could' he signs and shrugs 'but it doesn't harm me.'
She gives them a good handshake "I like havin' any butcher shops in town, an' a like makin' new friends too." She smiles "That's a nice name ya got Misha."
He closes his eyes for a moment, and suddenly their minds are tethered for a moment as long as Nathan allows it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
"May I help you with something?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nathan sets down his blade and signs the common sign for 'Hello'
"Uh, yes. I was wondering if you had any good meats for soup?" he asks, fidgeting with his hands nervously.
The dwarf signs back, "Hello."
"Of course honey," she nods. "Depends on what you're looking for, though, all meat can be good for soup but it depends on how you cook it."
'I can hear you, no need for you to sign if you don't want to.' Nathan signs and shrugs.
"Like a beef stew maybe?" he says
"I dont mind signing." he signs, smiling. "Quite easy for me actually."
She nods and walks over to one of the display cases and tilts her head "You want lean, some with fat, marbled?"
He nods 'Good for you'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She decides to put down the owlbear corpse and walk inside after knocking on the door politely, giving her usual terrifying smile.
He bows his head as a show of respect in return “Nice to meet you, sir.” He says with a soothing feeling washing over Nathan as Eithan speaks.
She hears the bell jingle, signaling someone has entered her shop, and peers out from the back. As not so scare the boy, she grabs a simple black cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out. "Ello honey." she chirps.
Nathan narrows his eyes, watching, before tipping his hat.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The bell on the door jingles and Misha pokes her head out from the back. As not to scare her, she grabs a cloth mask to cover her nose and mouth and walks out to the front. "Hello there!"
Nathan rolls his shoulder but nods, setting his blade down. He signs the word in common for 'Hello'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*how is everyone?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Oscar smiles from behind his helmet. "Hello."
The dwarf smiles happily and waves.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She puts her hand on top of theirs, stopping the train “Don’t. I woulda done the same thing that ya did.”
She takes their hands, pulling them over to the sand castle.
The silver knight takes off his helmet, revealing himself a half elf, a soothing feeling going through Phoenix when they see him for some reason.
“Howdy sweetheart! Nice ta meet ya, I ain’t see ya around town befer, I’m Merabelle the black blood, but everyone just calls me Merabelle, who’re ya? This a nice shop ya got here.” She holds out a hand to them once she makes her way inside.
He nods upon seeing that he cannot or will not speak through words, returning the sign, as well as signing “Would you like to speak telepathically?”
"May I help you with something?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nathan sets down his blade and signs the common sign for 'Hello'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He tries to keep playing with his toy train
Leo sits infront of it, trying to figure out how to make it more structurally sound.
Phoenix sighs. "Stop with your magic."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nice to meet you as well ma'am, my name is Misha." She shakes her hand. "I recently opened it but thank you for the compliment!"
'If we could' he signs and shrugs 'but it doesn't harm me.'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Uh, yes. I was wondering if you had any good meats for soup?" he asks, fidgeting with his hands nervously.
The dwarf signs back, "Hello."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Sweetheart, can we have a conversation befer ya return ta playin’?”
Everything is unstable, that fact it’s still standing is a miracle, Ana begins gathering more sand.
He tilts his head, genuinely confused “Magic?”
He shakes his head, still trying to play.
Leo sighs, exasperated as he starts to fix it.
"This sense of calm. Doesn't really happen much."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course honey," she nods. "Depends on what you're looking for, though, all meat can be good for soup but it depends on how you cook it."
'I can hear you, no need for you to sign if you don't want to.' Nathan signs and shrugs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Like a beef stew maybe?" he says
"I dont mind signing." he signs, smiling. "Quite easy for me actually."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gives them a good handshake "I like havin' any butcher shops in town, an' a like makin' new friends too." She smiles "That's a nice name ya got Misha."
He closes his eyes for a moment, and suddenly their minds are tethered for a moment as long as Nathan allows it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She nods and walks over to one of the display cases and tilts her head "You want lean, some with fat, marbled?"
He nods 'Good for you'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She takes both of their hands off of the toy, "Oliver. We are gonna talk."
Ana assists as much as she can, though she's just happy to be with her husband.
He chuckles "Oh that, I've heard I cause that feeling. I apologize if you don't like it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Probably with some fat." he says.
"Just have a question, have you seen a half-elf around here? Maybe about 5'11", black hair, green eyes?" he signs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He squirms, trying to get out.
Leo sighs, turning the castle into glass.
"Its fine. Im just not fond of magic."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.