*Goooooood morning, everyone! How are y'all doing today?*
*I'm doing well. I had a dream where I was making "mobster pasta," which in hindsight was literally fettuccine with regular pasta sauce but you put a double shot of espresso in it.*
*I'm trying to make a dragon character for a game I'm joining! They're just a hatchling, so I'm not sure what I'm supposed to write for them yet.*
*Also, I'm thinking of bringing back Charlie Pickler as a Nightmare. He was the one who brought the Eyeless Traitor and TRAUMA-FM to the tavern, if you remember him.*
*That sounds absolutely delicious. Truly, one of the recipes of all time.*
*Yeah, I remember him, and I'd love to see him and the other Spectres return! I was actually thinking of him, Traitor, and T-FM getting invites to KK's wedding once that happens.*
*I just reread my last post. Gosh, that was a lot of typos.*
*That could be interesting. Charlie is going to have a big rework for my latest manga concept. He's going to start off very small and peppy and eventually grow bigger and stronger as he goes through his villain arc. From the cure mascot to the evil team leader.*
*I like that idea for him- seeming super friendly and nice at first, and by the time he ends up as the full-on villain, he'll already have acquired a group of friends that split between remaining at his side or betraying him. It has lots of potential!*
*Also, would you like to rp?*
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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)
*I just reread my last post. Gosh, that was a lot of typos.*
*That could be interesting. Charlie is going to have a big rework for my latest manga concept. He's going to start off very small and peppy and eventually grow bigger and stronger as he goes through his villain arc. From the cure mascot to the evil team leader.*
*I like that idea for him- seeming super friendly and nice at first, and by the time he ends up as the full-on villain, he'll already have acquired a group of friends that split between remaining at his side or betraying him. It has lots of potential!*
*Also, would you like to rp?*
*Indeed.*
*It is time for character development.*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
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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.
*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
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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.
*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
A young elf, maybe about 24 in elf years, is watching them. He wears a tree bark mask and has a hooked staff on his back. He wears all brown clothing with a green full body cloak. His chocolate colored hair sticks up in the back a bit and his facial features are hidden by the mask.
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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.
*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
A young elf, maybe about 24 in elf years, is watching them. He wears a tree bark mask and has a hooked staff on his back. He wears all brown clothing with a green full body cloak. His chocolate colored hair sticks up in the back a bit and his facial features are hidden by the mask.
The whale-sized mutt yawns and slowly stands, walking directly toward the elf, the ground shaking under its steps. It tilts its head as it gets close. "Why do you wear a mask, small one?"
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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.
*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
A young elf, maybe about 24 in elf years, is watching them. He wears a tree bark mask and has a hooked staff on his back. He wears all brown clothing with a green full body cloak. His chocolate colored hair sticks up in the back a bit and his facial features are hidden by the mask.
The whale-sized mutt yawns and slowly stands, walking directly toward the elf, the ground shaking under its steps. It tilts its head as it gets close. "Why do you wear a mask, small one?"
He tilts his head right back, mimicking it.
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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.
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She shakes her behind when she notices them watching, cackling a bit before going out to wash the clothes.
He shakes his head, “Then I’m wasting my time talking to an idiot.” He walks closer to them.
Leo smiles, going back to working on the dragon.
He raises his staff higher. "Not a step closer." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for Theren.*
She is gone for a while, presumably washing each piece of cloth individually.
He continues to walk closer to them, taking his time with each step, discarding their threat,
By the time shes back Leo is washing his face and hands clean of grease.
The elf spins his staff, the hook part sharp and made of metal
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sneaks back inside of the forge, before hugging Leo from behind, “Gotcha!”
He looks to the staff for a moment, before flexing his muscle to reach out and stop the spinning. Grapple:28
Leo yelps, squirming. "Nooooo!!!"
The elf tries to stop them. STR: 19
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I like that idea for him- seeming super friendly and nice at first, and by the time he ends up as the full-on villain, he'll already have acquired a group of friends that split between remaining at his side or betraying him. It has lots of potential!*
*Also, would you like to rp?*
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 smiles, kissing their neck and letting them go.
He stops them from spinning the staff, his face tired “You’ve aren’t going to beat me.”
Leo laughs, splashing her with a bit of water.
He snarls, thorns bursting from the staff and into his hands. Attack: 16 Damage: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Indeed.*
*It is time for character development.*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She takes the water, smiling at them, going to hug them again.
He lets the thorns pierce through his hands, not retaliating “Ow.” He says in a slightly sarcastic tone.
He lets her, kissing her forehead.
He yanks his staff back, snarling
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles up at them, “I love you, Leo.”
He lets them, plucking the thorns from his hands “Did I beat your expectations?”
*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I love you more than all the stars in the sky."
"No." he hisses
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A young elf, maybe about 24 in elf years, is watching them. He wears a tree bark mask and has a hooked staff on his back. He wears all brown clothing with a green full body cloak. His chocolate colored hair sticks up in the back a bit and his facial features are hidden by the mask.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I love you more than I’ve loved even myself, you are my world, Leo.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
"And you are mine." he says, resting his forehead against her.
He nods.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The whale-sized mutt yawns and slowly stands, walking directly toward the elf, the ground shaking under its steps. It tilts its head as it gets close. "Why do you wear a mask, small one?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tilts his head right back, mimicking it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.