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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
*Haven't seen this thread on the first page in a hot minute*
(same here)
*I thinks it’s because I just posted in it. It’s a great tavern thread so I always end up coming back to it.*
*Eh I only RP'd on here briefly*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
*Haven't seen this thread on the first page in a hot minute*
(same here)
*Hi moon*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
*Haven't seen this thread on the first page in a hot minute*
(same here)
*Hi moon*
(how are you)
*Doing good just wondering what happened to most of the people who were active on here*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
On a dark, stormy and snowier night then usual a knock is heard of the door of the lords rest inn, and in walks a tall, intimidating man. His brown cloak hides most of his appearance, except for his gothic, steel Sallet helm, and his equally intricate gauntlets. Around his belt is a seethed longsword and a longbow, both with wooden patterns seen in elven art pieces. Despite his hidden face and the snow covering him, he radiates a dark aura.
He sits down, without a word.
*Hello! Been awhile since I was on this thread, wonder if much has changed?*
*Ah, it is the you!*
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask enters the tavern, his clogs typically clacking against the floorboards as he performs a strange, slow, seemingly unconscious dance. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides.
He approaches with gentle movements, raising softly a hand and offering it to the intimidating man.
*Haven't seen this thread on the first page in a hot minute*
(same here)
*Hi moon*
(how are you)
*Doing good just wondering what happened to most of the people who were active on here*
(I think they all left)
*probably, Baal is probably the last person here who used Lords rest inn a lot now*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
On a dark, stormy and snowier night then usual a knock is heard of the door of the lords rest inn, and in walks a tall, intimidating man. His brown cloak hides most of his appearance, except for his gothic, steel Sallet helm, and his equally intricate gauntlets. Around his belt is a seethed longsword and a longbow, both with wooden patterns seen in elven art pieces. Despite his hidden face and the snow covering him, he radiates a dark aura.
He sits down, without a word.
*Hello! Been awhile since I was on this thread, wonder if much has changed?*
*Ah, it is the you!*
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask enters the tavern, his clogs typically clacking against the floorboards as he performs a strange, slow, seemingly unconscious dance. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides.
He approaches with gentle movements, raising softly a hand and offering it to the intimidating man.
The man shakes his hand without a word. And despite not being able to see his face, they sense a feeling of welcoming from him. He doesn’t say anything, not being the talkative type, you guess.
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask enters the tavern, his clogs typically clacking against the floorboards as he performs a strange, slow, seemingly unconscious dance. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides.
He approaches with gentle movements, raising softly a hand and offering it to the intimidating man.
The man shakes his hand without a word. And despite not being able to see his face, they sense a feeling of welcoming from him. He doesn’t say anything, not being the talkative type, you guess.
That makes two of them, it seems. The masked man nods and carefully straightens the edge of the other's hood, causing the entire cloak to become both warm and clean.
He then sits across from the armored figure and gently places down a menu, followed by some assorted, shining coins from his pockets. Less than ten gold total. He gestures to the coins, then the menu. The message seems to be 'I'll pay for your meal. What would you like to eat?'
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask enters the tavern, his clogs typically clacking against the floorboards as he performs a strange, slow, seemingly unconscious dance. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides.
He approaches with gentle movements, raising softly a hand and offering it to the intimidating man.
The man shakes his hand without a word. And despite not being able to see his face, they sense a feeling of welcoming from him. He doesn’t say anything, not being the talkative type, you guess.
That makes two of them, it seems. The masked man nods and carefully straightens the edge of the other's hood, causing the entire cloak to become both warm and clean.
He then sits across from the armored figure and gently places down a menu, followed by some assorted, shining coins from his pockets. Less than ten gold total. He gestures to the coins, then the menu. The message seems to be 'I'll pay for your meal. What would you like to eat?'
Of course, no words are spoken in this exchange.
Finally the man speaks, a voice of a young man it seems. It’s a shaky voice, like someone who’s been running.
“I’m not hungry, and I can’t take of the helmet.”
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
That makes two of them, it seems. The masked man nods and carefully straightens the edge of the other's hood, causing the entire cloak to become both warm and clean.
He then sits across from the armored figure and gently places down a menu, followed by some assorted, shining coins from his pockets. Less than ten gold total. He gestures to the coins, then the menu. The message seems to be 'I'll pay for your meal. What would you like to eat?'
Of course, no words are spoken in this exchange.
Finally the man speaks, a voice of a young man it seems. It’s a shaky voice, like someone who’s been running.
“I’m not hungry, and I can’t take of the helmet.”
The masked man speaks. He's not much older, but he doesn't have the vibrant energy of one his age. Instead, he speaks in almost a whisper, so gentle the words are formed. "It's okay."
He puts his hand on the side of the helmet, the soft glove quietly sliding against the metal. A silent suggestion of a query.
That makes two of them, it seems. The masked man nods and carefully straightens the edge of the other's hood, causing the entire cloak to become both warm and clean.
He then sits across from the armored figure and gently places down a menu, followed by some assorted, shining coins from his pockets. Less than ten gold total. He gestures to the coins, then the menu. The message seems to be 'I'll pay for your meal. What would you like to eat?'
Of course, no words are spoken in this exchange.
Finally the man speaks, a voice of a young man it seems. It’s a shaky voice, like someone who’s been running.
“I’m not hungry, and I can’t take of the helmet.”
The masked man speaks. He's not much older, but he doesn't have the vibrant energy of one his age. Instead, he speaks in almost a whisper, so gentle the words are formed. "It's okay."
He puts his hand on the side of the helmet, the soft glove quietly sliding against the metal. A silent suggestion of a query.
The young man’s hand grabs at the handle of his sword instinctively. “No touching.” He says firmly, but you sense fear in his voice. For a second, he’s practically a worried boy.
He calms down, as the sudden stress fades away. “If your wondering, taking it off would mean putting myself and everyone here at risk. No man can see my face currently, it’d be dangerous.”
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
The masked man speaks. He's not much older, but he doesn't have the vibrant energy of one his age. Instead, he speaks in almost a whisper, so gentle the words are formed. "It's okay."
He puts his hand on the side of the helmet, the soft glove quietly sliding against the metal. A silent suggestion of a query.
The young man’s hand grabs at the handle of his sword instinctively. “No touching.” He says firmly, but you sense fear in his voice. For a second, he’s practically a worried boy.
He calms down, as the sudden stress fades away. “If your wondering, taking it off would mean putting myself and everyone here at risk. No man can see my face currently, it’d be dangerous.”
The masked man withdraws his hand without any particular worry, although he did flinch at the sudden movement. He reaches into his duffel bag and removes something: a black veil with metal clips on it. He clamps it onto his own hood, then removes his mask, his face remaining hidden. Then he reverses this sequence of actions before folding the veil back up and offering it to the young man by placing it on the table in front of him.
Then, he speaks again. "I'm sorry." Not an apology. Sympathy.
The masked man speaks. He's not much older, but he doesn't have the vibrant energy of one his age. Instead, he speaks in almost a whisper, so gentle the words are formed. "It's okay."
He puts his hand on the side of the helmet, the soft glove quietly sliding against the metal. A silent suggestion of a query.
The young man’s hand grabs at the handle of his sword instinctively. “No touching.” He says firmly, but you sense fear in his voice. For a second, he’s practically a worried boy.
He calms down, as the sudden stress fades away. “If your wondering, taking it off would mean putting myself and everyone here at risk. No man can see my face currently, it’d be dangerous.”
The masked man withdraws his hand without any particular worry, although he did flinch at the sudden movement. He reaches into his duffel bag and removes something: a black veil with metal clips on it. He clamps it onto his own hood, then removes his mask, his face remaining hidden. Then he reverses this sequence of actions before folding the veil back up and offering it to the young man by placing it on the table in front of him.
Then, he speaks again. "I'm sorry." Not an apology. Sympathy.
“Don’t be, I chose this, so I have to deal with the downsides.” He says, ignoring the veil, as he doesn't seem to want it, or perhaps doesn’t understand what it’s for.
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
The masked man withdraws his hand without any particular worry, although he did flinch at the sudden movement. He reaches into his duffel bag and removes something: a black veil with metal clips on it. He clamps it onto his own hood, then removes his mask, his face remaining hidden. Then he reverses this sequence of actions before folding the veil back up and offering it to the young man by placing it on the table in front of him.
Then, he speaks again. "I'm sorry." Not an apology. Sympathy.
“Don’t be, I chose this, so I have to deal with the downsides.” He says, ignoring the veil, as he doesn't seem to want it, or perhaps doesn’t understand what it’s for.
The rat mask man shakes his head gently. "You were too young to make that kind of decision." He tilts his head. "Who guided you to it?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Haven't seen this thread on the first page in a hot minute*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
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(same here)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*I thinks it’s because I just posted in it. It’s a great tavern thread so I always end up coming back to it.*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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*Eh I only RP'd on here briefly*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
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*Hi moon*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
Extended sig
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*Doing good just wondering what happened to most of the people who were active on here*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
Extended sig
*Ah, it is the you!*
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask enters the tavern, his clogs typically clacking against the floorboards as he performs a strange, slow, seemingly unconscious dance. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides.
He approaches with gentle movements, raising softly a hand and offering it to the intimidating man.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I think they all left)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*probably, Baal is probably the last person here who used Lords rest inn a lot now*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
Extended sig
The man shakes his hand without a word. And despite not being able to see his face, they sense a feeling of welcoming from him. He doesn’t say anything, not being the talkative type, you guess.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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*I don't think I have ever seen you before, hi!*
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
That makes two of them, it seems. The masked man nods and carefully straightens the edge of the other's hood, causing the entire cloak to become both warm and clean.
He then sits across from the armored figure and gently places down a menu, followed by some assorted, shining coins from his pockets. Less than ten gold total. He gestures to the coins, then the menu. The message seems to be 'I'll pay for your meal. What would you like to eat?'
Of course, no words are spoken in this exchange.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(him and me from the look of things)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
Finally the man speaks, a voice of a young man it seems. It’s a shaky voice, like someone who’s been running.
“I’m not hungry, and I can’t take of the helmet.”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
The masked man speaks. He's not much older, but he doesn't have the vibrant energy of one his age. Instead, he speaks in almost a whisper, so gentle the words are formed. "It's okay."
He puts his hand on the side of the helmet, the soft glove quietly sliding against the metal. A silent suggestion of a query.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The young man’s hand grabs at the handle of his sword instinctively. “No touching.” He says firmly, but you sense fear in his voice. For a second, he’s practically a worried boy.
He calms down, as the sudden stress fades away. “If your wondering, taking it off would mean putting myself and everyone here at risk. No man can see my face currently, it’d be dangerous.”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Extended Signature
The masked man withdraws his hand without any particular worry, although he did flinch at the sudden movement. He reaches into his duffel bag and removes something: a black veil with metal clips on it. He clamps it onto his own hood, then removes his mask, his face remaining hidden. Then he reverses this sequence of actions before folding the veil back up and offering it to the young man by placing it on the table in front of him.
Then, he speaks again. "I'm sorry." Not an apology. Sympathy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Don’t be, I chose this, so I have to deal with the downsides.” He says, ignoring the veil, as he doesn't seem to want it, or perhaps doesn’t understand what it’s for.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
The rat mask man shakes his head gently. "You were too young to make that kind of decision." He tilts his head. "Who guided you to it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels