A new town has sprung up about two miles from the inn. They have been providing gifts of food and textiles to the inn and its residents. But something is off about the people. Maybe it's their generosity to creatures that absolutely don't need or potentially even deserve such generosity. Maybe it's their odd clothing and hoods. Maybe it's the size of the produce and proteins they bring. No matter the cause for concern, there absolutely seems to be one.
A new town has sprung up about two miles from the inn. They have been providing gifts of food and textiles to the inn and its residents. But something is off about the people. Maybe it's their generosity to creatures that absolutely don't need or potentially even deserve such generosity. Maybe it's their odd clothing and hoods. Maybe it's the size of the produce and proteins they bring. No matter the cause for concern, there absolutely seems to be one.
Oval peeks from behind a tree, looking at it all with mild confusion.
A new town has sprung up about two miles from the inn. They have been providing gifts of food and textiles to the inn and its residents. But something is off about the people. Maybe it's their generosity to creatures that absolutely don't need or potentially even deserve such generosity. Maybe it's their odd clothing and hoods. Maybe it's the size of the produce and proteins they bring. No matter the cause for concern, there absolutely seems to be one.
Oval peeks from behind a tree, looking at it all with mild confusion.
They seem to have built their town on the water, making small islands to put buildings and farms on. Said farms seem to be producing seemingly oversized plants and animals, from pumpkins to pigs, some being almost twice the size usual for them.
It seems to be time for some sort of evening gathering. The people are all dressed in brown and orange, with dirty aprons and cornucopia-like hoods. They evoke feelings of the harvest season and gentleness.
A new town has sprung up about two miles from the inn. They have been providing gifts of food and textiles to the inn and its residents. But something is off about the people. Maybe it's their generosity to creatures that absolutely don't need or potentially even deserve such generosity. Maybe it's their odd clothing and hoods. Maybe it's the size of the produce and proteins they bring. No matter the cause for concern, there absolutely seems to be one.
Oval peeks from behind a tree, looking at it all with mild confusion.
They seem to have built their town on the water, making small islands to put buildings and farms on. Said farms seem to be producing seemingly oversized plants and animals, from pumpkins to pigs, some being almost twice the size usual for them.
It seems to be time for some sort of evening gathering. The people are all dressed in brown and orange, with dirty aprons and cornucopia-like hoods. They evoke feelings of the harvest season and gentleness.
Oval watches the giant-sized plants and animals with fascination, but she stays rooted to her spot, watching the people move about.
A tall, skinny half-elf is hanging around in the shadows. He's dressed in rags, and a rat is perched on his shoulder. He appears to be talking to the rat
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*I was born female but i am male now both vocally, physically, and hormonally.*
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
(neat)
*Thank you :]*
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
(you're welcome)
*Happy pride month, everybody.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(you as well)
*You too mate!*
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
*-Quietly waves pan flag-*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I feel ya :]*
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 new town has sprung up about two miles from the inn. They have been providing gifts of food and textiles to the inn and its residents. But something is off about the people. Maybe it's their generosity to creatures that absolutely don't need or potentially even deserve such generosity. Maybe it's their odd clothing and hoods. Maybe it's the size of the produce and proteins they bring. No matter the cause for concern, there absolutely seems to be one.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval peeks from behind a tree, looking at it all with mild confusion.
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
They seem to have built their town on the water, making small islands to put buildings and farms on. Said farms seem to be producing seemingly oversized plants and animals, from pumpkins to pigs, some being almost twice the size usual for them.
It seems to be time for some sort of evening gathering. The people are all dressed in brown and orange, with dirty aprons and cornucopia-like hoods. They evoke feelings of the harvest season and gentleness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval has free run of the town... at least, that's what it seems like.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*HAPPY GAY TIME HOMI3S*
*aka pride month*
*how's everyone feeling?*
*The Squonkulous Pansexual Abomination has arrived!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval watches the giant-sized plants and animals with fascination, but she stays rooted to her spot, watching the people move about.
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
Ternikus is building a house from the trees he cut down.
Sylvan is looking for his wolf pups.
Cerberus is sitting by a tree, with a Blink dog sleeping in his lap.
Red Raven is drinking so much flaming ale, an average human would have been burned from the inside out.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A tall, skinny half-elf is hanging around in the shadows. He's dressed in rags, and a rat is perched on his shoulder. He appears to be talking to the rat
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A dark figure looms up from behind him. A husky voice rasps, "Would you happen to be in the market for some arms?"
'Nah, thanks, mate, got enough arms as it is. Two of them, to be exact'
*If anyone has a problem with my character, let me know. I know it's one I use wayyy too much, but someone said they thought it was ok*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.