Piecemeal (the masked strugel) is stuffing himself with cookies and soda, trying to get out of the "emaciated" weight category.
The fancily dressed dude looks over at him, his expression a mix of mild disgust and interest.
The little critter stops eating, slowly turning his head to look at the dude with his huge, coin-like eyes. He jumps out of his seat and begins to slowly dance toward the dude, his wooden clogs clonking against the floor.
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
Piecemeal (the masked strugel) is stuffing himself with cookies and soda, trying to get out of the "emaciated" weight category.
The fancily dressed dude looks over at him, his expression a mix of mild disgust and interest.
The little critter stops eating, slowly turning his head to look at the dude with his huge, coin-like eyes. He jumps out of his seat and begins to slowly dance toward the dude, his wooden clogs clonking against the floor.
"What in the name of the dead gods are you?" He says, sounded more interested than disgusted now.
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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
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
*It's kinda meh over in britain too rn*
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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
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
The little critter stops eating, slowly turning his head to look at the dude with his huge, coin-like eyes. He jumps out of his seat and begins to slowly dance toward the dude, his wooden clogs clonking against the floor.
"What in the name of the dead gods are you?" He says, sounded more interested than disgusted now.
"I think I was a stoat at some point." He's dressed in dirty fur clothing and a beaver-fur top hat, as well as a leather comedy mask and wooden shoes.
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
*I'm so sorry, by blean. A lapse in judgement is all it is. Do you have a hair dryer?*
The little critter stops eating, slowly turning his head to look at the dude with his huge, coin-like eyes. He jumps out of his seat and begins to slowly dance toward the dude, his wooden clogs clonking against the floor.
"What in the name of the dead gods are you?" He says, sounded more interested than disgusted now.
"I think I was a stoat at some point." He's dressed in dirty fur clothing and a beaver-fur top hat, as well as a leather comedy mask and wooden shoes.
"Interesting. A victim of evolution, perhaps? Or something mutated?" He leans down, inspecting the creature.
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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
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
*I'm so sorry, by blean. A lapse in judgement is all it is. Do you have a hair dryer?*
*Babe. I love you. What in the nine realms of hell are you talking about *
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
*I'm so sorry, by blean. A lapse in judgement is all it is. Do you have a hair dryer?*
*Babe. I love you. What in the nine realms of hell are you talking about *
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Cicada, the god of bards, is outside. The faceless god is sitting at his floating disc jockey station, playing another rift from his celestial discs. The area seems to warp to the music, beings of light and matter dancing to the rhythm.
A being, whether they be female, male, or anything else, sits inside the tavern. They wear a thick black hoodie despite the spring warmth, curled up in a pile of blankets and pillows, playing on a Nintendo Switch with a slipcover of pastel blue and coral. They have short brown hair in an asymmetrical bob, wear a pair of ombre glasses, and have oni-esque teeth that are decorated with silver tooth caps. They look tired overall, with an air of sloth around them.
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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
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Piecemeal (the masked strugel) is stuffing himself with cookies and soda, trying to get out of the "emaciated" weight category.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The fancily dressed dude looks over at him, his expression a mix of mild disgust and interest.
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
The little critter stops eating, slowly turning his head to look at the dude with his huge, coin-like eyes. He jumps out of his seat and begins to slowly dance toward the dude, his wooden clogs clonking against the floor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Bleh. It's a rainy morning. I don't got nothing against the rain just I wore the wrong shoes outside and now they are soaked down to my toes and it feels icky.*
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
"What in the name of the dead gods are you?" He says, sounded more interested than disgusted now.
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
*It's kinda meh over in britain too rn*
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
*Damn, you live in brit?*
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 think I was a stoat at some point." He's dressed in dirty fur clothing and a beaver-fur top hat, as well as a leather comedy mask and wooden shoes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm so sorry, by blean. A lapse in judgement is all it is. Do you have a hair dryer?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Interesting. A victim of evolution, perhaps? Or something mutated?" He leans down, inspecting the creature.
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
*Babe. I love you. What in the nine realms of hell are you talking about *
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
*You can dry your toes*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My best guess is that I was cursed at some point." He puts a paw on either side of the man's face.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hey hey*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*should I make a thread?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*no clue. What’s it about? Does it have an audience? And can it be realistically pulled off and maintained by you?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*A school for “Mythics.” Mythical creatures. An audience: people who like mythical creatures. And yes, I can maintain it.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Yeah but is that audience present here in Adohand’s Kitchen? And is this concept unique enough to last?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*D&D has creatures so I’m guessing yes. And has anyone else created a school for mythical creatures?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Cicada, the god of bards, is outside. The faceless god is sitting at his floating disc jockey station, playing another rift from his celestial discs. The area seems to warp to the music, beings of light and matter dancing to the rhythm.
A being, whether they be female, male, or anything else, sits inside the tavern. They wear a thick black hoodie despite the spring warmth, curled up in a pile of blankets and pillows, playing on a Nintendo Switch with a slipcover of pastel blue and coral. They have short brown hair in an asymmetrical bob, wear a pair of ombre glasses, and have oni-esque teeth that are decorated with silver tooth caps. They look tired overall, with an air of sloth around them.
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