A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
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.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
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.
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
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.
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
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.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
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.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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.
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
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He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Oh.”
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.
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
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.
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Have you been here long?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Just arrived.”
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.
She keeps her eyes forward.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Herstranera, how about you?”
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.
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
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.
*hello, darlings!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Hello, Arch!*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*hi.*
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.
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
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