A voice calls out to the entire area, booming and mechanically distorted. "Praise be, the Gods have fallen!" A zeppelin slowly descends before the inn.
A half-man, half-machine stomps out of it, a mechanical dragon following behind. The airship morphs into a massive tank-like vehicle. "Can I get an amen?"
The rmwitch hunter ignores this in favor of handling the remaing spellcasters in the inn
The cyborg marches in. "I must speak to the owner." It looks around. "What happened in here?" The witch hunter gets the impression that this is more a command than a question.
"Owners not home," the man says politely, handcuffing the unconscious theren
"Who is that?"
"A criminal."
"That means nothing. Everyone is a criminal somewhere. What did he do?"
A voice calls out to the entire area, booming and mechanically distorted. "Praise be, the Gods have fallen!" A zeppelin slowly descends before the inn.
A half-man, half-machine stomps out of it, a mechanical dragon following behind. The airship morphs into a massive tank-like vehicle. "Can I get an amen?"
The rmwitch hunter ignores this in favor of handling the remaing spellcasters in the inn
The cyborg marches in. "I must speak to the owner." It looks around. "What happened in here?" The witch hunter gets the impression that this is more a command than a question.
"Owners not home," the man says politely, handcuffing the unconscious theren
"Who is that?"
"A criminal."
"That means nothing. Everyone is a criminal somewhere. What did he do?"
A voice calls out to the entire area, booming and mechanically distorted. "Praise be, the Gods have fallen!" A zeppelin slowly descends before the inn.
A half-man, half-machine stomps out of it, a mechanical dragon following behind. The airship morphs into a massive tank-like vehicle. "Can I get an amen?"
The rmwitch hunter ignores this in favor of handling the remaing spellcasters in the inn
The cyborg marches in. "I must speak to the owner." It looks around. "What happened in here?" The witch hunter gets the impression that this is more a command than a question.
"Owners not home," the man says politely, handcuffing the unconscious theren
"Who is that?"
"A criminal."
"That means nothing. Everyone is a criminal somewhere. What did he do?"
He glares at the man, "you got a warrent pal?"
"I don't need one. I have money. And machines so powerful you'd wish that you could put the genie back in the bottle. Answer me."
A young woman enters the inn. Her brown shoulder-length hair may have been tended to delicately, or may merely be unkempt. She wears a simple white sleeveless shirt and sea-green long skirt, along with a backpack befitting a traveller or adventurer. Various bits of jewelry adorn her body, bangles and pendants and earrings; upon inspection, most of the "jewels" are simple glasswork, save for a sparkling tear-shaped amulet.
She shows a marked disinterest, or perhaps ignorance, of any recent unusual events. She picks a spot against a wall to survey her surroundings, remaining quiet and smiling happily. There is a certain carefree innocence in her posture. Or, given how she has entered a tavern without apparent intent to socialize or dine, it may be that she is not aware of the purpose of the establishment she has entered.
Kaz, who was tending to their plants over at a booth table, looks over and waves. "Hello there Madam!" They said.
A young woman enters the inn. Her brown shoulder-length hair may have been tended to delicately, or may merely be unkempt. She wears a simple white sleeveless shirt and sea-green long skirt, along with a backpack befitting a traveller or adventurer. Various bits of jewelry adorn her body, bangles and pendants and earrings; upon inspection, most of the "jewels" are simple glasswork, save for a sparkling tear-shaped amulet.
She shows a marked disinterest, or perhaps ignorance, of any recent unusual events. She picks a spot against a wall to survey her surroundings, remaining quiet and smiling happily. There is a certain carefree innocence in her posture. Or, given how she has entered a tavern without apparent intent to socialize or dine, it may be that she is not aware of the purpose of the establishment she has entered.
A green skinned Tiefling with stag horns is sitting in the corner, playing a lute made of grass. Vines and flowers grow around him a pattern of beauty.
A pale gnome and a girl wearing red, flame like clothing, are arm wrestling.
A tall human with silver hair is carrying plates of meat and serving them to people.
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
*Would it be ok if I showed your writing for this world to a friend. She writes professionally and makes realms for stories and such.
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
*Would it be ok if I showed your writing for this world to a friend. She writes professionally and makes realms for stories and such.
If that would be ok, can you resend me the link?*
*Sure, but tell her to be sure not to plagiarize it just because it isn't published.*
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
*Would it be ok if I showed your writing for this world to a friend. She writes professionally and makes realms for stories and such.
If that would be ok, can you resend me the link?*
*Sure, but tell her to be sure not to plagiarize it just because it isn't published.*
*To be honest, I'm showing her to ask if she has any comments or ideas because, while you asked me, I'm not good at critiques and think everything is good XD.*
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
*Would it be ok if I showed your writing for this world to a friend. She writes professionally and makes realms for stories and such.
If that would be ok, can you resend me the link?*
*Sure, but tell her to be sure not to plagiarize it just because it isn't published.*
*To be honest, I'm showing her to ask if she has any comments or ideas because, while you asked me, I'm not good at critiques and think everything is good XD.*
A puddle of water appears on the floor, about an inch deep. Suddenly, a strange creature (about 5'7" tall) leaps out of the puddle, as if it was a portal, and lands in the center of the room.
"That means nothing. Everyone is a criminal somewhere. What did he do?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He glares at the man, "you got a warrent pal?"
"I don't need one. I have money. And machines so powerful you'd wish that you could put the genie back in the bottle. Answer me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ah darn, gtg :<*
*Dang. Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kaz, who was tending to their plants over at a booth table, looks over and waves. "Hello there Madam!" They said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A green skinned Tiefling with stag horns is sitting in the corner, playing a lute made of grass. Vines and flowers grow around him a pattern of beauty.
A pale gnome and a girl wearing red, flame like clothing, are arm wrestling.
A tall human with silver hair is carrying plates of meat and serving them to people.
*they are all 16 of age*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*anyone here?*
*Hello! I am back :) I shall post my characters cuz I am bored and want something to do.*
Yuri is braiding her long white hair as a pair of black-furred elk sit beside her, guarding her.
Kaz is yelling at someone for touching a rosebush that they had grown, telling the person that "THE ROSES ARE SENSITIVE."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey Lawrence. I'm thinking of starting a new tavern. You know, one of those ones that get discarded in a day. I'm gonna base it off of Balezot, a swamp-city in Guter (recently updated the lore).*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*OOOOOOH YESH!!!!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Would it be ok if I showed your writing for this world to a friend. She writes professionally and makes realms for stories and such.
If that would be ok, can you resend me the link?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sure, but tell her to be sure not to plagiarize it just because it isn't published.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*To be honest, I'm showing her to ask if she has any comments or ideas because, while you asked me, I'm not good at critiques and think everything is good XD.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*That's a lot better than what I was thinking.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*adding a character from a different tavern here, but before i do, is anyone on?*
*I'm sorta on, I'm creating a Undead queen character rn*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A puddle of water appears on the floor, about an inch deep. Suddenly, a strange creature (about 5'7" tall) leaps out of the puddle, as if it was a portal, and lands in the center of the room.
It looks like this:
*forgot to mention, he's holding this sword lol*
*Wendigo, u there?*