"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.
"Thank you! It was my parents, but they passed it on to me," she said, and nods "Nothing very special."
Nathan opens his eyes and tilts his head "Less invasive than I thought it be."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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.
"Thank you! It was my parents, but they passed it on to me," she said, and nods "Nothing very special."
Nathan opens his eyes and tilts his head "Less invasive than I thought it be."
"Nothin' ain't special until ya make it that way. That's the truth o' the matter, need any help gettin' things ta butcher? I got an owlbear outside."
"I like to defy expectations." He says with a chuckle, "Nice to meet you, I am Eithan, knight of the silver moon."
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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.'
"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'
"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
She nods and pulls out a slab of meat, taking it over to a scale "How much do you want of it, dear?"
He shakes his head "I don't pay attention to folks round here." he shrugs and signs.
"About a pound please." he says. He removes his helmet so he can see better. Scars litter his face as his hazel eyes search for his money pouch on his waist.
"Ah, thats alright. Whats your name by the way?" he signs, a smile still on his face
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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.
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
Helianth is in the Spelljammer (though, it barely fits inside the ship anymore), attempting to replicate Felix's recipe for the celestial flan.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
Helianth is in the Spelljammer (though, it barely fits inside the ship anymore), attempting to replicate Felix's recipe for the celestial flan.
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.
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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.
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
*Good morning my dear friend.*
Suddenly Top is sitting next to them, looking up at the sky with them, patting his feet as if he was there the whole time, his hands in his pockets.
Henry continues to recover, though he's getting stronger every day, still using his cane more for the sake of loving the gift rather than a need for 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.'
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
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.
The little shadow peeks over the roof to see him, grinning widely as she waves to him.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
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.
The little shadow peeks over the roof to see him, grinning widely as she waves to him.
*Also, good morning!*
Alric looks up and smiles. "Hello there!"
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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.
She moves her arms to wrap around them, trapping them in a hug.
She watches, helping with her flaming arm.
"I would ask why, but I wouldn't ask a stranger to tell me something they wouldn't want to."
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.)
"Thank you! It was my parents, but they passed it on to me," she said, and nods "Nothing very special."
Nathan opens his eyes and tilts his head "Less invasive than I thought it be."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods and pulls out a slab of meat, taking it over to a scale "How much do you want of it, dear?"
He shakes his head "I don't pay attention to folks round here." he shrugs and signs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He squirms even more, trying to go back to his toys.
He smiles, guiding her to melt the sand in certain places.
"Magic is temperamental."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nothin' ain't special until ya make it that way. That's the truth o' the matter, need any help gettin' things ta butcher? I got an owlbear outside."
"I like to defy expectations." He says with a chuckle, "Nice to meet you, I am Eithan, knight of the silver moon."
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.)
"About a pound please." he says. He removes his helmet so he can see better. Scars litter his face as his hazel eyes search for his money pouch on his waist.
"Ah, thats alright. Whats your name by the way?" he signs, a smile still on his face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not gonna let ya go." She says simply, kissing them on the forehead.
She leans into them as she does, smiling at the chance to turn her curse into a blessing.
He nods, "But isn't everything? Life is temperamental after all."
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.)
He just squirms, trying to get to his train.
He smiles happily once they are done making the castle.
"True."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She taps the side of his head softly, and feels telepathy connect.
She gives him a kiss, smiling bright as the sun.
He shrugs "At the end of the day none of it matters, life moves on."
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.)
He covers his ears.
He smiles. "Adorable." he boops her nose a bit.
"True once again."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She doesn't make them speak through the mind, or speak to them, she just holds them, and begins to cry a bit.
She wraps her arms around their waist, leaning into their shoulder, "I love you, Leonidas, my love Leo."
"Anyway, I've been talking a bit, tell me about yourself, if that's okay."
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.)
He stops moving, letting her hold him.
Leo pokes her cheek. "Told ya not to call me Leonidas."
"Ex-military. Special Operations."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Gooooooooooood morning, everyone!*
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
Helianth is in the Spelljammer (though, it barely fits inside the ship anymore), attempting to replicate Felix's recipe for the celestial flan.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She lets the dams break, tears trickling down the sides of her face.
"I had to at least once." She says with a chuckle, she puts a hand over her heart "Won't do it again. Scout's honor."
He nods, "Noble profession, or at least, not an inherently evil one."
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.)
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.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He just sits there, numbly
"uh huuuhhh." he says, squishing her face.
"Sure. If thats how you wanna see it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning my dear friend.*
Suddenly Top is sitting next to them, looking up at the sky with them, patting his feet as if he was there the whole time, his hands in his pockets.
Henry continues to recover, though he's getting stronger every day, still using his cane more for the sake of loving the gift rather than a need for 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.)
The little shadow peeks over the roof to see him, grinning widely as she waves to him.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Also, good morning!*
Alric looks up and smiles. "Hello there!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She eventually does let them go, getting up "I'm sorry I couldn't protect ya."
She smiles brightly, hugging them.
He tilts his head curiously "How do you see it, sir Phoenix?"
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.)