*(this is a really long description; sorry!) So he's a seemingly human artist who's secretly a god of art in disguise. he has skin pale as a ghost, he's really tall, his eyes are always changing color and his clothes are splattered in paint. He's a bit weird, with his head in the clouds a lot and doesn't understand relationships. he also has a sword that can transform into any artist tool he needs it to.*
*BTW he's, bi and he says his name is Fabrut, but it's actually Fiabrath.*
Fabrut is in the bar, drawing
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I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragonsensei!I am the inventor!I am thetrickster!I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The man hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page.
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The man hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page.
Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
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I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragonsensei!I am the inventor!I am thetrickster!I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The man hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page.
Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
The man does not respond. He continues to write in his book. His hand flies down the pages with almost unnatural speed, and the scratching sound of his pencil never falters.
*If you try to read what is being written.*
The Scrivener walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is his leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if the Scrivener is going to order anything.
The Scrivener pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The Scrivener hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page. Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
The Scrivener does not respond. He continues to write in his book. His hand flies down the pages with almost unnatural speed, and the scratching sound of his pencil never falters. Fabrut looks over the Scrivener's shoulder and reads what is being written.
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The man hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page.
Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
The man does not respond. He continues to write in his book. His hand flies down the pages with almost unnatural speed, and the scratching sound of his pencil never falters.
*If you try to read what is being written.*
The Scrivener walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is his leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if the Scrivener is going to order anything.
The Scrivener pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The Scrivener hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page. Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
The Scrivener does not respond. He continues to write in his book. His hand flies down the pages with almost unnatural speed, and the scratching sound of his pencil never falters. Fabrut looks over the Scrivener's shoulder and reads what is being written.
"are you writing what is happening around us?"
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I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragonsensei!I am the inventor!I am thetrickster!I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
*waddidi miss?* *bac* *eeeeeeee*
Mx. Otter (They/them/theirs)
Terry Pratchett & Brian Jacques. Best authors of all time. Change my mind.
Extended Signiture
*Otter!*
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
*yo*
Mx. Otter (They/them/theirs)
Terry Pratchett & Brian Jacques. Best authors of all time. Change my mind.
Extended Signiture
*Hey!*
Biggins, a young boy with a beanie and a worryingly pointy switchblade is eating a sausage and egg burrito and staring around the room
Fabrut is in the bar, drawing
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Biggins sneaks a peek at Fabrut's drawing over his shoulder. He's trying to be stealthy, but is terrible at it
*Wassup y’all*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hoi!, you wanna to RP?*
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
A man with silver hair, silver eyes, and a grey suit walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is a leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if you are going to order anything.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I have Fabrut, he's drawing at the bar.*
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
He pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
"who are you, Mortal-I me-mean, normal person who has the same lifespan as me?"
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"my name is Fabrut and No reason what so ever."
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
The man hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page.
Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
The man does not respond. He continues to write in his book. His hand flies down the pages with almost unnatural speed, and the scratching sound of his pencil never falters.
*If you try to read what is being written.*
The Scrivener walks into the tavern. Tucked under one arm is his leather bound book. He sits down at a table, opens the book, and begins writing in it.
A rather tall human with short, white hair and a faint scar on his left eye comes over and asks if the Scrivener is going to order anything.
The Scrivener pulls out ten silver pieces and hands them to the man. Then he continues to keep writing in his rather large book.
Even though it causes him mild pain, the human grabs the silver pieces and goes to the kitchen. After a while, he returns with a platter of a mystery meat with a side of a grilled plant covered in a blue jam.
The Scrivener hasn't looked up from his writing this entire time and hasn't said a word. He doesn't seem to notice the food set before him and continues to scribble away at the page. Fabrut walks over to him. "who are you and where am I?"
The Scrivener does not respond. He continues to write in his book. His hand flies down the pages with almost unnatural speed, and the scratching sound of his pencil never falters. Fabrut looks over the Scrivener's shoulder and reads what is being written.
"are you writing what is happening around us?"
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
If Fabrut reads what is being written, he sees that, almost before he can say it, the following is written,
Fiabrath says, "are you writing what is happening around us?"