A drow woman, wearing thick black and red plate armor, sits in the tavern. Her eyes are dark red like garnets, with the left one being replaced by a stony marble replacement made of bloodstone. Her hair is tied back in a loose bun, done up for efficiency, not vanity. A large greatsword leans against the table, an eye of sorts that look like her's embedded in the hilt. It seems to dart around, moving without really seeing. The woman holds a cup of tea in her hands, staring down at it. She closes her eyes and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
A dwarven man stands outside, a duergar one can assume due to his grey skin and white hair. He is an older dwarf by the looks of it, perhaps in his late 300's. He wears simple armor, nothing fancy, more meant to protect you inside, so they don't grace the outside. He carries a cane, and he seems to be using it to find his footing every couple of steps. His eyes are milky white, unseeing due to blindness. He hums a tune to himself, smoking a long pipe that is pinched between his lips.
A tall, grey-skinned tiefling is bent over his table, dressed in white and gold finery. Upon closer inspection, he's not actually tall, but is wearing clothes specifically tailored to make him look bigger. He's just barely got enough weight on him to be healthy. He smiles, not looking up from the table he hangs his head above. "Impressive gear. You seem well-funded." He rubs his face, wiping off some of the thick concealment cream that covers an incredible amount of scars.
Felix waddles beside him, holding an oversized shrimp cocktail... oh, those aren't shrimp...
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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.
A drow woman, wearing thick black and red plate armor, sits in the tavern. Her eyes are dark red like garnets, with the left one being replaced by a stony marble replacement made of bloodstone. Her hair is tied back in a loose bun, done up for efficiency, not vanity. A large greatsword leans against the table, an eye of sorts that look like her's embedded in the hilt. It seems to dart around, moving without really seeing. The woman holds a cup of tea in her hands, staring down at it. She closes her eyes and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
A dwarven man stands outside, a duergar one can assume due to his grey skin and white hair. He is an older dwarf by the looks of it, perhaps in his late 300's. He wears simple armor, nothing fancy, more meant to protect you inside, so they don't grace the outside. He carries a cane, and he seems to be using it to find his footing every couple of steps. His eyes are milky white, unseeing due to blindness. He hums a tune to himself, smoking a long pipe that is pinched between his lips.
A tall, grey-skinned tiefling is bent over his table, dressed in white and gold finery. Upon closer inspection, he's not actually tall, but is wearing clothes specifically tailored to make him look bigger. He's just barely got enough weight on him to be healthy. He smiles, not looking up from the table he hangs his head above. "Impressive gear. You seem well-funded." He rubs his face, wiping off some of the thick concealment cream that covers an incredible amount of scars.
Felix waddles beside him, holding an oversized shrimp cocktail... oh, those aren't shrimp...
She looks up, her lips pursed thin in a slight sign of annoyance that any at all was talking to her. She quickly fixes it and gives a small smile "All you see is what I bought with my own money after years of adventuring." She shrugs, looking over the full metal plates.
The man sniffs the air "Lad, what in the nine hells are ye doing?" He says, his tone gruff.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A tall, grey-skinned tiefling is bent over his table, dressed in white and gold finery. Upon closer inspection, he's not actually tall, but is wearing clothes specifically tailored to make him look bigger. He's just barely got enough weight on him to be healthy. He smiles, not looking up from the table he hangs his head above. "Impressive gear. You seem well-funded." He rubs his face, wiping off some of the thick concealment cream that covers an incredible amount of scars.
Felix waddles beside him, holding an oversized shrimp cocktail... oh, those aren't shrimp...
She looks up, her lips pursed thin in a slight sign of annoyance that any at all was talking to her. She quickly fixes it and gives a small smile "All you see is what I bought with my own money after years of adventuring." She shrugs, looking over the full metal plates.
The man sniffs the air "Lad, what in the nine hells are ye doing?" He says, his tone gruff.
"Ah, an adventurer!" He chuckles faintly. "They make life much easier. I used to work as one, but lately no one will hire me. Something to do with being a symbol of terror for an entire continent about 1,000 years ago. Not a great impression on most people."
He shrugs. "I dunno. I'm Felix. What's your name?"
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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.
A tall, grey-skinned tiefling is bent over his table, dressed in white and gold finery. Upon closer inspection, he's not actually tall, but is wearing clothes specifically tailored to make him look bigger. He's just barely got enough weight on him to be healthy. He smiles, not looking up from the table he hangs his head above. "Impressive gear. You seem well-funded." He rubs his face, wiping off some of the thick concealment cream that covers an incredible amount of scars.
Felix waddles beside him, holding an oversized shrimp cocktail... oh, those aren't shrimp...
She looks up, her lips pursed thin in a slight sign of annoyance that any at all was talking to her. She quickly fixes it and gives a small smile "All you see is what I bought with my own money after years of adventuring." She shrugs, looking over the full metal plates.
The man sniffs the air "Lad, what in the nine hells are ye doing?" He says, his tone gruff.
"Ah, an adventurer!" He chuckles faintly. "They make life much easier. I used to work as one, but lately no one will hire me. Something to do with being a symbol of terror for an entire continent about 1,000 years ago. Not a great impression on most people."
He shrugs. "I dunno. I'm Felix. What's your name?"
"Symbol of terror?" She raises a brow "Nevermind, I don't want to know." She leans back in her chair and sighs.
"Aldar Blackhammer my son, good to.. well, I can't see you so it's nice to hear you." He gives a deep hearty laugh
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Ah, an adventurer!" He chuckles faintly. "They make life much easier. I used to work as one, but lately no one will hire me. Something to do with being a symbol of terror for an entire continent about 1,000 years ago. Not a great impression on most people."
He shrugs. "I dunno. I'm Felix. What's your name?"
"Symbol of terror?" She raises a brow "Nevermind, I don't want to know." She leans back in her chair and sighs.
"Aldar Blackhammer my son, good to.. well, I can't see you so it's nice to hear you." He gives a deep hearty laugh
He goes silent. After a bit, he begins to count coins, checking his ledgers.
Felix giggles. "Thanks, Mr. Blackhammer. So, where are we going? Just for a walk?"
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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.
*Gooooooooood afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids! I know I've been gone for a while, and while I might not be on as consistently as before, I still want to continue with the wonderful stories we've been weaving together. So without further ado, allow me to paint you a picture...*
Omori hasn't ceased in her training in the slightest, continuing to gradually hone her skills with both magic and martial combat. Feeling confident enough in the basic techniques, she's graduated from using a wooden pole for training to her own druid's staff- which now sports a sharp piece of translucent crystal at its top as a makeshift spearhead. Casting Moonbeam grows slightly easier by the day, and her cantrips are second nature to her. She is currently outside the Inn, still sparring with the wooden training dummy from before, not seeming to have tired in the least.
KK has been busy as of late- both with the construction of the Faceless Fair's new districts, and with caring for Luna. The nightmare child has been steadily growing at a nearly-exponential rate, having more than doubled in length and sporting additional legs alongside two skeletal arms that ooze inky ichor from their bones. The two are currently stalking the forest together, the mother monstrosity having decided that her little moon is ready to learn how to hunt. The Architect stays in the shadows while Luna approaches an unaware boar through the undergrowth, quietly chittering to herself in anticipation.
Mavis has fully retired from her grave digging job, and is now a full-time monster hunter. She's spent a long while away on a solo mission- both because it would be a good chance to further hone her skills, and because it gives her time alone to grieve the loss of Thorfinn. Only earlier today did she return, carrying a heavy heart and an only marginally heavier wyvern carcass, her mission complete. She still has a monster to hunt- but her target is not one she'll be able to confront for a long time. Now is the time to prepare.
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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)
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!
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.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
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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.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
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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.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
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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 tall, grey-skinned tiefling is bent over his table, dressed in white and gold finery. Upon closer inspection, he's not actually tall, but is wearing clothes specifically tailored to make him look bigger. He's just barely got enough weight on him to be healthy. He smiles, not looking up from the table he hangs his head above. "Impressive gear. You seem well-funded." He rubs his face, wiping off some of the thick concealment cream that covers an incredible amount of scars.
Felix waddles beside him, holding an oversized shrimp cocktail... oh, those aren't shrimp...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks up, her lips pursed thin in a slight sign of annoyance that any at all was talking to her. She quickly fixes it and gives a small smile "All you see is what I bought with my own money after years of adventuring." She shrugs, looking over the full metal plates.
The man sniffs the air "Lad, what in the nine hells are ye doing?" He says, his tone gruff.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah, an adventurer!" He chuckles faintly. "They make life much easier. I used to work as one, but lately no one will hire me. Something to do with being a symbol of terror for an entire continent about 1,000 years ago. Not a great impression on most people."
He shrugs. "I dunno. I'm Felix. What's your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Symbol of terror?" She raises a brow "Nevermind, I don't want to know." She leans back in her chair and sighs.
"Aldar Blackhammer my son, good to.. well, I can't see you so it's nice to hear you." He gives a deep hearty laugh
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He goes silent. After a bit, he begins to count coins, checking his ledgers.
Felix giggles. "Thanks, Mr. Blackhammer. So, where are we going? Just for a walk?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good morning friends. I have been ill*
*Gooooooooood afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids! I know I've been gone for a while, and while I might not be on as consistently as before, I still want to continue with the wonderful stories we've been weaving together. So without further ado, allow me to paint you a picture...*
Omori hasn't ceased in her training in the slightest, continuing to gradually hone her skills with both magic and martial combat. Feeling confident enough in the basic techniques, she's graduated from using a wooden pole for training to her own druid's staff- which now sports a sharp piece of translucent crystal at its top as a makeshift spearhead. Casting Moonbeam grows slightly easier by the day, and her cantrips are second nature to her. She is currently outside the Inn, still sparring with the wooden training dummy from before, not seeming to have tired in the least.
KK has been busy as of late- both with the construction of the Faceless Fair's new districts, and with caring for Luna. The nightmare child has been steadily growing at a nearly-exponential rate, having more than doubled in length and sporting additional legs alongside two skeletal arms that ooze inky ichor from their bones. The two are currently stalking the forest together, the mother monstrosity having decided that her little moon is ready to learn how to hunt. The Architect stays in the shadows while Luna approaches an unaware boar through the undergrowth, quietly chittering to herself in anticipation.
Mavis has fully retired from her grave digging job, and is now a full-time monster hunter. She's spent a long while away on a solo mission- both because it would be a good chance to further hone her skills, and because it gives her time alone to grieve the loss of Thorfinn. Only earlier today did she return, carrying a heavy heart and an only marginally heavier wyvern carcass, her mission complete. She still has a monster to hunt- but her target is not one she'll be able to confront for a long time. Now is the time to prepare.
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)
*Hey Yvonne! I missed you!*
*I made another deal maker character!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Hey, 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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*Hello! I missed y'all too- it feels good to be back.*
*Awesome- dealmaker characters are always super fun! Who are they, and would you like to rp here too?*
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)
*Hello, Arch! It's been a while- how hath thou been?*
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)
*Would anyone like to roleplay?*
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!
Extended Signature!
*sure!*
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.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
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!
Extended Signature!
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
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 Frysten is.*
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!
Extended Signature!
*I’ve been fairly well! Got locked out of my main account, so while I figure this out, I have this new one!*
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-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
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.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
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!
Extended Signature!