A crocodilian-lizardfolk sits inside at a table. Thick cigar smoke fills the area around him like a cloud of flies. He and three others, a dwarf, a elf, and a werewolf, sit at the table. It looks like they are playing a game of poker and the croc seems to be having a streak of wins. The croc wears a pair of leather suspenders over top a white dress shirt that is paired with a set of black dress pants. His large tail is notched with scars, missing a tip elnear the end of his tail.
Cicada is back, which can't mean anything good. The God of music and the patron saint of bards is outside. The trees and the very essence of the material essence seems to be warping around the faceless creature who is spinning some sort of track on his floating discs of music. Creatures of different types seem to dance around him, creatures of pure light, creatures made from the void, the party always seems to follow him.
A crocodilian-lizardfolk sits inside at a table. Thick cigar smoke fills the area around him like a cloud of flies. He and three others, a dwarf, a elf, and a werewolf, sit at the table. It looks like they are playing a game of poker and the croc seems to be having a streak of wins. The croc wears a pair of leather suspenders over top a white dress shirt that is paired with a set of black dress pants. His large tail is notched with scars, missing a tip elnear the end of his tail.
Cicada is back, which can't mean anything good. The God of music and the patron saint of bards is outside. The trees and the very essence of the material essence seems to be warping around the faceless creature who is spinning some sort of track on his floating discs of music. Creatures of different types seem to dance around him, creatures of pure light, creatures made from the void, the party always seems to follow him.
The masked strugel dances over, then places a waffle on one of the discs. "There ya' go, big man."
A crocodilian-lizardfolk sits inside at a table. Thick cigar smoke fills the area around him like a cloud of flies. He and three others, a dwarf, a elf, and a werewolf, sit at the table. It looks like they are playing a game of poker and the croc seems to be having a streak of wins. The croc wears a pair of leather suspenders over top a white dress shirt that is paired with a set of black dress pants. His large tail is notched with scars, missing a tip elnear the end of his tail.
Cicada is back, which can't mean anything good. The God of music and the patron saint of bards is outside. The trees and the very essence of the material essence seems to be warping around the faceless creature who is spinning some sort of track on his floating discs of music. Creatures of different types seem to dance around him, creatures of pure light, creatures made from the void, the party always seems to follow him.
The masked strugel dances over, then places a waffle on one of the discs. "There ya' go, big man."
Cicada turns around, his pastel purple gas mask glittering over the rainbow lights that somehow have formed in the forest. He gives a two-finher salute and tilts his head, taking off his headphones with his fancy gloves. "Hellllo!" He says in a sing-songy voice that seems to go from high to low pitch in a few seconds.
A small, lithe figure in a tattered brown coat and scarf walks through the lower streets. They carry a satchel full of brown paper packages, and they stop every so often to give one to a beggar. Their hair is short, sticking out from under their hat, except for two long black braids.
On the outskirts of town, a hunter is stringing her bow. Her hair is short and practical, and she wears a heavy coat. Two dogs lie sleeping peacefully at her feet.
A travelling doctor walks through the streets, the wide brim of his hat obscuring his eyes.
*SPIRITSSSSSSSSSS*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Julius waltzes throughout town on cloven hooves, flowers blooming and plants growing wild in his presence, withering away as soon as he leaves.
Vanilla is sitting at the window of the tavern, looking outside while sipping his hot cocoa. Spring is now in full swing, and he hasn’t been outside since winter ended. He is a winter spirit, after all.
Julius waltzes throughout town on cloven hooves, flowers blooming and plants growing wild in his presence, withering away as soon as he leaves.
Vanilla is sitting at the window of the tavern, looking outside while sipping his hot cocoa. Spring is now in full swing, and he hasn’t been outside since winter ended. He is a winter spirit, after all.
Yuki lets out a long sigh as she comes into the tavern, cracking her neck (huge polar bear momma, God of winter.)
*ooh, fun! Vanilla is a god of winter hospitality and sweet treats*
Vanilla notices Yuri immediately, turning his head to look at her. He just watches, sipping his hot cocoa, not saying anything.
Julius waltzes throughout town on cloven hooves, flowers blooming and plants growing wild in his presence, withering away as soon as he leaves.
Vanilla is sitting at the window of the tavern, looking outside while sipping his hot cocoa. Spring is now in full swing, and he hasn’t been outside since winter ended. He is a winter spirit, after all.
Yuki lets out a long sigh as she comes into the tavern, cracking her neck (huge polar bear momma, God of winter.)
*ooh, fun! Vanilla is a god of winter hospitality and sweet treats*
Vanilla notices Yuri immediately, turning his head to look at her. He just watches, sipping his hot cocoa, not saying anything.
(Sounds like her brother then!)
She waves to him, appearing directly in front of him in a flurry of snow. She holds her head in her paws, eyeing him.
He blinks, staring up at her. He produces a candy cane from his pocked, silently offering it to her.
Julius waltzes throughout town on cloven hooves, flowers blooming and plants growing wild in his presence, withering away as soon as he leaves.
Vanilla is sitting at the window of the tavern, looking outside while sipping his hot cocoa. Spring is now in full swing, and he hasn’t been outside since winter ended. He is a winter spirit, after all.
Yuki lets out a long sigh as she comes into the tavern, cracking her neck (huge polar bear momma, God of winter.)
*ooh, fun! Vanilla is a god of winter hospitality and sweet treats*
Vanilla notices Yuri immediately, turning his head to look at her. He just watches, sipping his hot cocoa, not saying anything.
(Sounds like her brother then!)
She waves to him, appearing directly in front of him in a flurry of snow. She holds her head in her paws, eyeing him.
He blinks, staring up at her. He produces a candy cane from his pocked, silently offering it to her.
"Why thank you." she takes it and puts it in her maw, smiling and leaning back in the booth.
*Yes?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A crocodilian-lizardfolk sits inside at a table. Thick cigar smoke fills the area around him like a cloud of flies. He and three others, a dwarf, a elf, and a werewolf, sit at the table. It looks like they are playing a game of poker and the croc seems to be having a streak of wins. The croc wears a pair of leather suspenders over top a white dress shirt that is paired with a set of black dress pants. His large tail is notched with scars, missing a tip elnear the end of his tail.
Cicada is back, which can't mean anything good. The God of music and the patron saint of bards is outside. The trees and the very essence of the material essence seems to be warping around the faceless creature who is spinning some sort of track on his floating discs of music. Creatures of different types seem to dance around him, creatures of pure light, creatures made from the void, the party always seems to follow him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I will, but I may have to leave soon because no one is telling me the schedule*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The masked strugel dances over, then places a waffle on one of the discs. "There ya' go, big man."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Cicada turns around, his pastel purple gas mask glittering over the rainbow lights that somehow have formed in the forest. He gives a two-finher salute and tilts his head, taking off his headphones with his fancy gloves. "Hellllo!" He says in a sing-songy voice that seems to go from high to low pitch in a few seconds.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I was just told the schedule, coincidentally.*
*I have 15 minutes, and I need to prepare*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A small, lithe figure in a tattered brown coat and scarf walks through the lower streets. They carry a satchel full of brown paper packages, and they stop every so often to give one to a beggar. Their hair is short, sticking out from under their hat, except for two long black braids.
On the outskirts of town, a hunter is stringing her bow. Her hair is short and practical, and she wears a heavy coat. Two dogs lie sleeping peacefully at her feet.
A travelling doctor walks through the streets, the wide brim of his hat obscuring his eyes.
*SPIRITSSSSSSSSSS*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Julius waltzes throughout town on cloven hooves, flowers blooming and plants growing wild in his presence, withering away as soon as he leaves.
Vanilla is sitting at the window of the tavern, looking outside while sipping his hot cocoa. Spring is now in full swing, and he hasn’t been outside since winter ended. He is a winter spirit, after all.
*ooh, fun! Vanilla is a god of winter hospitality and sweet treats*
Vanilla notices Yuri immediately, turning his head to look at her. He just watches, sipping his hot cocoa, not saying anything.
He blinks, staring up at her. He produces a candy cane from his pocked, silently offering it to her.
He smiles. “I’m Vanilla.”
Anzar is standing outside of his house, tending to the garden.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Kal and Xero are sat outside.
Neave is sitting in what appears to be a messy ritual circle.
The fancily-dressed dude is sat at the bar in the Inn.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all