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 mindflayer is outside, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything horrific... yet. No abductions, no attacks, no parasites being shoved into anyone's eyes, they just seem to be minding their own business. They stand near a massive pot, the smell of chicken stew wafting from it. They stir it with a large wooden spoon, adding in seasonings from vials on a belt pouch that is clearly meant for potions but has now been repurposed into a handy spice rack on the go. They wear simple robes, nothing flashy or fancy or even spiffy, just a regular shirt, a pair of britches, and boots to cover their bird-like toes. A table is next to the pot, a bit dirty due to chicken blood as well as a pile of heads and feet that seemed to be saved for later. The mindflayers hums to themself, their deep psionic voice singing some sort of melody while they cook.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
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.
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*H u h ? Z
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oui Oui, Baguette*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[Vague Russian]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*[Big hug]*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*New character time!*
A black goo is entering the tavern.
*This character is gonna need NPCs.*
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.
*[KISS ATTACK-]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*UHHHHHHHHHHH- CHARACTERS [Throws them at wall]*
A mindflayer is outside, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything horrific... yet. No abductions, no attacks, no parasites being shoved into anyone's eyes, they just seem to be minding their own business. They stand near a massive pot, the smell of chicken stew wafting from it. They stir it with a large wooden spoon, adding in seasonings from vials on a belt pouch that is clearly meant for potions but has now been repurposed into a handy spice rack on the go. They wear simple robes, nothing flashy or fancy or even spiffy, just a regular shirt, a pair of britches, and boots to cover their bird-like toes. A table is next to the pot, a bit dirty due to chicken blood as well as a pile of heads and feet that seemed to be saved for later. The mindflayers hums to themself, their deep psionic voice singing some sort of melody while they cook.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A black goo is crawling around the tavern.
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.
Flint is chilling in the corner of the tavern
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Hi!
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*wanna rp?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*anyone want to Rp?*
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.
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Flint is chilling in the corner of the tavern
A black goo is stealthily crawling around the tavern
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.
'Uhh, hey there, big guy?'
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the goo crawls over to him. It doesn’t talk since it seems it can’t.
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.
'Now, you're friendly, aren't you?'
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It doesn’t speak but crawls slightly closer
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.
'Aww. Nice. Can you communicate in any way? What if I gave ya a chalkboard?'
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A tendril reaches out and touches him. “Telepathically.” A voice says in his head.
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.