A man sits outside the tavern, leaned back against a wall. Someone stands besides. They appear to be idly talking before money suddenly switches hands faster than a spark ignites a pool of gasoline on fire.
The man standing walks away somewhere but the one sitting counts the coins happily.
He is scrappy looking, no more than a 5'11 with a lean build. He wears a long, zip up hoodie made of some sort of black material, patches decorating the arms and back with things like "ACAB" in bold black letters, "TRANS RIGHTS" in the signature trans flag colors, and other symbols and such that represent different things. The hood to the hoodie covers his head, a baseball cap tucked under the fabric, shadowing his face from view. A set of silvery sharp teeth glint in the lantern light, set in a chilling grin. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, grey in color, with some sort of stains on them. His bag, which is slung over his shoulder, is black in color with white stripes down the sides.
A strugel in a T-shirt and apron waddles over and adjusts his big glasses. "Hey. You seem rather joyous today." He sniffs the air. "I know a good spot for you."
A man sits outside the tavern, leaned back against a wall. Someone stands besides. They appear to be idly talking before money suddenly switches hands faster than a spark ignites a pool of gasoline on fire.
The man standing walks away somewhere but the one sitting counts the coins happily.
He is scrappy looking, no more than a 5'11 with a lean build. He wears a long, zip up hoodie made of some sort of black material, patches decorating the arms and back with things like "ACAB" in bold black letters, "TRANS RIGHTS" in the signature trans flag colors, and other symbols and such that represent different things. The hood to the hoodie covers his head, a baseball cap tucked under the fabric, shadowing his face from view. A set of silvery sharp teeth glint in the lantern light, set in a chilling grin. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, grey in color, with some sort of stains on them. His bag, which is slung over his shoulder, is black in color with white stripes down the sides.
A brass dragonborn in half plate armor and a scimitar at its side observes from the shadows, fissuring with one of its backpack straps, and questioning the legality of the supposed transaction.
The man looks up and right at them. Even if you can't see his eyes, you get the feeling they are on you specifically.
"Whuh? You got something to say?" He said, tilting his head.
“Unfortunately nope, I was just looking around that’s all. Continue your…uhhh…coin wiggling.”
He sticks out his tongue "Ain't coin wiggling, it's honest work."
A man sits outside the tavern, leaned back against a wall. Someone stands besides. They appear to be idly talking before money suddenly switches hands faster than a spark ignites a pool of gasoline on fire.
The man standing walks away somewhere but the one sitting counts the coins happily.
He is scrappy looking, no more than a 5'11 with a lean build. He wears a long, zip up hoodie made of some sort of black material, patches decorating the arms and back with things like "ACAB" in bold black letters, "TRANS RIGHTS" in the signature trans flag colors, and other symbols and such that represent different things. The hood to the hoodie covers his head, a baseball cap tucked under the fabric, shadowing his face from view. A set of silvery sharp teeth glint in the lantern light, set in a chilling grin. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, grey in color, with some sort of stains on them. His bag, which is slung over his shoulder, is black in color with white stripes down the sides.
A strugel in a T-shirt and apron waddles over and adjusts his big glasses. "Hey. You seem rather joyous today." He sniffs the air. "I know a good spot for you."
"Uhh who're you?" He said, standing up, this twig of a man who thinks he's tough as nails trying to be imposing.
A man sits outside the tavern, leaned back against a wall. Someone stands besides. They appear to be idly talking before money suddenly switches hands faster than a spark ignites a pool of gasoline on fire.
The man standing walks away somewhere but the one sitting counts the coins happily.
He is scrappy looking, no more than a 5'11 with a lean build. He wears a long, zip up hoodie made of some sort of black material, patches decorating the arms and back with things like "ACAB" in bold black letters, "TRANS RIGHTS" in the signature trans flag colors, and other symbols and such that represent different things. The hood to the hoodie covers his head, a baseball cap tucked under the fabric, shadowing his face from view. A set of silvery sharp teeth glint in the lantern light, set in a chilling grin. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, grey in color, with some sort of stains on them. His bag, which is slung over his shoulder, is black in color with white stripes down the sides.
A brass dragonborn in half plate armor and a scimitar at its side observes from the shadows, fissuring with one of its backpack straps, and questioning the legality of the supposed transaction.
The man looks up and right at them. Even if you can't see his eyes, you get the feeling they are on you specifically.
"Whuh? You got something to say?" He said, tilting his head.
“Unfortunately nope, I was just looking around that’s all. Continue your…uhhh…coin wiggling.”
He sticks out his tongue "Ain't coin wiggling, it's honest work."
“Well you see what I meant was you were shifting those coins around in suspicious wiggling patterns…”
He pauses, his piercing light blue eyes fixated on yours…or at least where they would be.
”Oh what in the desert am I talking about, I’m Erik. Erik Sandweaver.” He extends a hand out to shake.
A man sits outside the tavern, leaned back against a wall. Someone stands besides. They appear to be idly talking before money suddenly switches hands faster than a spark ignites a pool of gasoline on fire.
The man standing walks away somewhere but the one sitting counts the coins happily.
He is scrappy looking, no more than a 5'11 with a lean build. He wears a long, zip up hoodie made of some sort of black material, patches decorating the arms and back with things like "ACAB" in bold black letters, "TRANS RIGHTS" in the signature trans flag colors, and other symbols and such that represent different things. The hood to the hoodie covers his head, a baseball cap tucked under the fabric, shadowing his face from view. A set of silvery sharp teeth glint in the lantern light, set in a chilling grin. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, grey in color, with some sort of stains on them. His bag, which is slung over his shoulder, is black in color with white stripes down the sides.
A brass dragonborn in half plate armor and a scimitar at its side observes from the shadows, fissuring with one of its backpack straps, and questioning the legality of the supposed transaction.
The man looks up and right at them. Even if you can't see his eyes, you get the feeling they are on you specifically.
"Whuh? You got something to say?" He said, tilting his head.
“Unfortunately nope, I was just looking around that’s all. Continue your…uhhh…coin wiggling.”
He sticks out his tongue "Ain't coin wiggling, it's honest work."
“Well you see what I meant was you were shifting those coins around in suspicious wiggling patterns…”
He pauses, his piercing light blue eyes fixated on yours…or at least where they would be.
”Oh what in the desert am I talking about, I’m Erik. Erik Sandweaver.” He extends a hand out to shake.
"Orion Iris, just (gp)n' call me Iris or I or somethin'.." he stands up, scratching the back of his neck "Nice to meet you I guess."
A strugel in a T-shirt and apron waddles over and adjusts his big glasses. "Hey. You seem rather joyous today." He sniffs the air. "I know a good spot for you."
"Uhh who're you?" He said, standing up, this twig of a man who thinks he's tough as nails trying to be imposing.
"Just a little guy. You smell like dirt and rotting meat. You know what that says to me?" He does jazz hands (jazz paws?). "Business decision man."
A strugel in a T-shirt and apron waddles over and adjusts his big glasses. "Hey. You seem rather joyous today." He sniffs the air. "I know a good spot for you."
"Uhh who're you?" He said, standing up, this twig of a man who thinks he's tough as nails trying to be imposing.
"Just a little guy. You smell like dirt and rotting meat. You know what that says to me?" He does jazz hands (jazz paws?). "Business decision man."
"Your sniffer must not be as messed up as mine then." He said, tilting his head "I don't go into the woods with people who just told me I smell like garage though, kinda rude to be honest, so how about you tell me who you are?"
"Just a little guy. You smell like dirt and rotting meat. You know what that says to me?" He does jazz hands (jazz paws?). "Business decision man."
"Your sniffer must not be as messed up as mine then." He said, tilting his head "I don't go into the woods with people who just told me I smell like garage though, kinda rude to be honest, so how about you tell me who you are?"
"I meant like, I can give you a map." He yawns. "There's a bunker over yonder that no one has been able to crack. I'm hoping to resurrect the owner's family, then leave him there to watch as I free them from their torment and abandon him for all eternity."
"Just a little guy. You smell like dirt and rotting meat. You know what that says to me?" He does jazz hands (jazz paws?). "Business decision man."
"Your sniffer must not be as messed up as mine then." He said, tilting his head "I don't go into the woods with people who just told me I smell like garage though, kinda rude to be honest, so how about you tell me who you are?"
"I meant like, I can give you a map." He yawns. "There's a bunker over yonder that no one has been able to crack. I'm hoping to resurrect the owner's family, then leave him there to watch as I free them from their torment and abandon him for all eternity."
"Are the bodies still intact?" He asked and the strugel gets the feeling he is narrowing his eyes at him.
"I meant like, I can give you a map." He yawns. "There's a bunker over yonder that no one has been able to crack. I'm hoping to resurrect the owner's family, then leave him there to watch as I free them from their torment and abandon him for all eternity."
"Are the bodies still intact?" He asked and the strugel gets the feeling he is narrowing his eyes at him.
"'Course not, but the dad was one of those 'only the best' types of preppers. Lots of valuable weapons, magic items, and general loot. You can keep it, if you get it."
"I meant like, I can give you a map." He yawns. "There's a bunker over yonder that no one has been able to crack. I'm hoping to resurrect the owner's family, then leave him there to watch as I free them from their torment and abandon him for all eternity."
"Are the bodies still intact?" He asked and the strugel gets the feeling he is narrowing his eyes at him.
"'Course not, but the dad was one of those 'only the best' types of preppers. Lots of valuable weapons, magic items, and general loot. You can keep it, if you get it."
"That's mad nasty bro" he said, thinking it over before shrugging "Sure, let's go raise the dead."
"'Course not, but the dad was one of those 'only the best' types of preppers. Lots of valuable weapons, magic items, and general loot. You can keep it, if you get it."
"That's mad nasty bro" he said, thinking it over before shrugging "Sure, let's go raise the dead."
He offers Iris a map. "Lead the way, boney boi. You'll be the one digging. Sure you're used to that by now."
"'Course not, but the dad was one of those 'only the best' types of preppers. Lots of valuable weapons, magic items, and general loot. You can keep it, if you get it."
"That's mad nasty bro" he said, thinking it over before shrugging "Sure, let's go raise the dead."
He offers Iris a map. "Lead the way, boney boi. You'll be the one digging. Sure you're used to that by now."
"Boney? I am peak male performance." He said with the utmost confidence "Also rude, maybe I'm just a fan of diggin' holes like a dog?"
He offers Iris a map. "Lead the way, boney boi. You'll be the one digging. Sure you're used to that by now."
"Boney? I am peak male performance." He said with the utmost confidence "Also rude, maybe I'm just a fan of diggin' holes like a dog?"
"Don't play with me, man. We both know what you are." He yawns again. "No offense, I can be as rude as I want. I got options, and you'll come looking eventually. I'm giving you the offer of a lifetime for someone of your proclivities."
He offers Iris a map. "Lead the way, boney boi. You'll be the one digging. Sure you're used to that by now."
"Boney? I am peak male performance." He said with the utmost confidence "Also rude, maybe I'm just a fan of diggin' holes like a dog?"
"Don't play with me, man. We both know what you are." He yawns again. "No offense, I can be as rude as I want. I got options, and you'll come looking eventually. I'm giving you the offer of a lifetime for someone of your proclivities."
He rolled his eyes under the hoods shadows "First of all, I kept it down all these years before you found me, cops ain't on me yet." He follows the strugel.
A small kitten is standing near the middle of the tavern
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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 strugel in a T-shirt and apron waddles over and adjusts his big glasses. "Hey. You seem rather joyous today." He sniffs the air. "I know a good spot for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sticks out his tongue "Ain't coin wiggling, it's honest work."
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"Uhh who're you?" He said, standing up, this twig of a man who thinks he's tough as nails trying to be imposing.
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“Well you see what I meant was you were shifting those coins around in suspicious wiggling patterns…”
He pauses, his piercing light blue eyes fixated on yours…or at least where they would be.
”Oh what in the desert am I talking about, I’m Erik. Erik Sandweaver.” He extends a hand out to shake.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
"Orion Iris, just (gp)n' call me Iris or I or somethin'.." he stands up, scratching the back of his neck "Nice to meet you I guess."
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"Just a little guy. You smell like dirt and rotting meat. You know what that says to me?" He does jazz hands (jazz paws?). "Business decision man."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Your sniffer must not be as messed up as mine then." He said, tilting his head "I don't go into the woods with people who just told me I smell like garage though, kinda rude to be honest, so how about you tell me who you are?"
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"I meant like, I can give you a map." He yawns. "There's a bunker over yonder that no one has been able to crack. I'm hoping to resurrect the owner's family, then leave him there to watch as I free them from their torment and abandon him for all eternity."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Are the bodies still intact?" He asked and the strugel gets the feeling he is narrowing his eyes at him.
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"'Course not, but the dad was one of those 'only the best' types of preppers. Lots of valuable weapons, magic items, and general loot. You can keep it, if you get it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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…
"That's mad nasty bro" he said, thinking it over before shrugging "Sure, let's go raise the dead."
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He offers Iris a map. "Lead the way, boney boi. You'll be the one digging. Sure you're used to that by now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Boney? I am peak male performance." He said with the utmost confidence "Also rude, maybe I'm just a fan of diggin' holes like a dog?"
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"Don't play with me, man. We both know what you are." He yawns again. "No offense, I can be as rude as I want. I got options, and you'll come looking eventually. I'm giving you the offer of a lifetime for someone of your proclivities."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He rolled his eyes under the hoods shadows "First of all, I kept it down all these years before you found me, cops ain't on me yet." He follows the strugel.
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A small kitten is standing near the middle of the tavern
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.
*Anyone wanna rp with me?*
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…
Iris, who walked back inside to get a drink, nearly steps on them, quickly stumbling backwards to avoid that. "Woah!"
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Iris, who was walking through town, almost steps on them, quickly stumbling back to avoid that. "Yo!"
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