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?"
“My consciousness, a wise old man, and a magical salmon. I was trapped, and I needed to get away. If I showed my face I would be dragged back to where I left, and punished greatly.”
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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 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?"
“My consciousness, a wise old man, and a magical salmon. I was trapped, and I needed to get away. If I showed my face I would be dragged back to where I left, and punished greatly.”
He bows his head and flexes his fingers. "By whom?" His voice is even softer, laced with a sadness that wasn't there before. The shadows seem to flicker, but the lights themselves remain undisturbed. It's as if the darkness were recoiling from the masked man, anticipating something.
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?"
“My consciousness, a wise old man, and a magical salmon. I was trapped, and I needed to get away. If I showed my face I would be dragged back to where I left, and punished greatly.”
He bows his head and flexes his fingers. "By whom?" His voice is even softer, laced with a sadness that wasn't there before. The shadows seem to flicker, but the lights themselves remain undisturbed. It's as if the darkness were recoiling from the masked man, anticipating something.
“That’s exactly why I’m wearing a helmet, I don’t want you to know. Besides you wouldn’t know him well, you might just know him by name.”
Despite not seeing his face, you can tell he’s confused by the shadows.
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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.
He bows his head and flexes his fingers. "By whom?" His voice is even softer, laced with a sadness that wasn't there before. The shadows seem to flicker, but the lights themselves remain undisturbed. It's as if the darkness were recoiling from the masked man, anticipating something.
“That’s exactly why I’m wearing a helmet, I don’t want you to know. Besides you wouldn’t know him well, you might just know him by name.”
Despite not seeing his face, you can tell he’s confused by the shadows.
He sighs, then nods. The shadows return to normal. "I wish I could help."
He bows his head and flexes his fingers. "By whom?" His voice is even softer, laced with a sadness that wasn't there before. The shadows seem to flicker, but the lights themselves remain undisturbed. It's as if the darkness were recoiling from the masked man, anticipating something.
“That’s exactly why I’m wearing a helmet, I don’t want you to know. Besides you wouldn’t know him well, you might just know him by name.”
Despite not seeing his face, you can tell he’s confused by the shadows.
He sighs, then nods. The shadows return to normal. "I wish I could help."
“I don’t need help. I need to get away, I’ll run as far as I can, and I’ll run some more, and more, and more. Then I’ll have time to figure out what to do.”
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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 meTana. My pronouns are She/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.
A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.
"Lookin' for a job?" calls a voice, most likely directed at him, but perhaps not. A man sits in the corner ---- face and torso imperceptible, you can't discern much, other than the fact that he is carrying a very large, humanoid-ish puppet about the size of a newborn. A crudely-painted smile and eyes rest upon the thing's face, but there is a small slit where its mouth has been placed. That opens again. "Yeah, you! Chef-type. What're you looking for here?"
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.
"Lookin' for a job?" calls a voice, most likely directed at him, but perhaps not. A man sits in the corner ---- face and torso imperceptible, you can't discern much, other than the fact that he is carrying a very large, humanoid-ish puppet about the size of a newborn. A crudely-painted smile and eyes rest upon the thing's face, but there is a small slit where its mouth has been placed. That opens again. "Yeah, you! Chef-type. What're you looking for here?"
The ferret waddles over and places a black glass jar on the nearby table. There is a faint noise, as though it were filled with water and had a peeled boiled egg inside. "Family."
A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.
A young horned gentleman with light teal skin and dark aqua curly hair sits at one of the tables, stabbing at his food without actually eating it. He wears a suit of dark chainmail armor that shines a bit teal, and a cape the color of the seas of the warm tropics. He has abandoned his helmet, which has three slits, one for eyes, and one for each of his horns, to sit on the chair next to him, and the food he was eating has now turned to mush from being stabbed at too much.
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*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
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“My consciousness, a wise old man, and a magical salmon. I was trapped, and I needed to get away. If I showed my face I would be dragged back to where I left, and punished greatly.”
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
He bows his head and flexes his fingers. "By whom?" His voice is even softer, laced with a sadness that wasn't there before. The shadows seem to flicker, but the lights themselves remain undisturbed. It's as if the darkness were recoiling from the masked man, anticipating something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“That’s exactly why I’m wearing a helmet, I don’t want you to know. Besides you wouldn’t know him well, you might just know him by name.”
Despite not seeing his face, you can tell he’s confused by the shadows.
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
He sighs, then nods. The shadows return to normal. "I wish I could help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I don’t need help. I need to get away, I’ll run as far as I can, and I’ll run some more, and more, and more. Then I’ll have time to figure out what to do.”
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
*haberdashieres is this tavern still open?*
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I gtg pretty soon and I need to figure out a character, but I’d like to.*
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
*Awesome! I'll start in a moment, and we can pick up when you're ready*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alr*
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
*I also GTG*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*isn’t this dead?*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*Does it matter?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh, wow. I was kinda surprised to see this pop up. Might be time for a revive, though.*
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
*wel it’s a worthy revive. Conjuring Character…*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*Haberdasheries! I have to come up with an idea now…*
Heyo! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
"Lookin' for a job?" calls a voice, most likely directed at him, but perhaps not. A man sits in the corner ---- face and torso imperceptible, you can't discern much, other than the fact that he is carrying a very large, humanoid-ish puppet about the size of a newborn. A crudely-painted smile and eyes rest upon the thing's face, but there is a small slit where its mouth has been placed. That opens again. "Yeah, you! Chef-type. What're you looking for here?"
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
The ferret waddles over and places a black glass jar on the nearby table. There is a faint noise, as though it were filled with water and had a peeled boiled egg inside. "Family."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A young horned gentleman with light teal skin and dark aqua curly hair sits at one of the tables, stabbing at his food without actually eating it. He wears a suit of dark chainmail armor that shines a bit teal, and a cape the color of the seas of the warm tropics. He has abandoned his helmet, which has three slits, one for eyes, and one for each of his horns, to sit on the chair next to him, and the food he was eating has now turned to mush from being stabbed at too much.
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they