*heyo to anyone up at this time. I got a character I'm introing ^^*
A young man approaches the tavern, coughing into their hand. They seem human, their skin a light tan with blue eyes looking out past messy brown hair. He stands at a bit over 6ft tall, and is wearing simple commoner clothes. One of his arms has a section wrapped in bandages, which are stained in some blood, but other than that are clean
A blonde man, perhaps around 25 or so wearing a marron t-shirt, a set of studded leather armor in vary shades of black, and a long black jacket looks up from carving a piece of wood that looks like a small human.
He smiles "Hi there buddy. Your not sick are you? I certainly hope not." He chuckles.
"Oh no, I'm not ill" He says, straining a laugh, "Just a long trip you could say"
As the tavern door swung open, a figure stepped inside, immediately capturing the attention of all who laid eyes upon them. Clad in a cloak of ebony, stitched with threads of moonlit silver, they strode with an ethereal grace that seemed almost otherworldly. The fabric billowed like a tempestuous storm around their form, revealing glimpses of armor adorned with intricate engravings and ancient sigils.
But it was their face that truly held the onlookers captive. Masked by a porcelain-white mask, delicately crafted with ornate patterns and delicate filigree, their true features remained hidden. Yet, their eyes, peering through the mask's eye-slits, burned with an intense emerald glow, reminiscent of an enchanted forest at twilight. It was as if the very essence of nature had been bestowed upon their gaze.
Strands of raven-black hair cascaded down their back, seemingly interwoven with elusive shadows, adding an aura of mystery to their presence. And when they spoke, their voice carried a mesmerizing cadence, a melodic tone that hung in the air like a haunting melody, captivating those who listened. However, the line they delivered seemed to be only for them, a prayer, one they had spoken many times.
"I have journeyed through lands far and wide, seeking answers to questions that haunt my every step. Tonight, let this tavern be my sanctuary, where the whispers of the world can fade, if only for a fleeting moment."
They glance over their shoulder one final time before pulling off their cloak, placing it neatly on a table, and then proceed to sit down, nodding politely at the fellow patrons.
As the tavern door swung open, a figure stepped inside, immediately capturing the attention of all who laid eyes upon them. Clad in a cloak of ebony, stitched with threads of moonlit silver, they strode with an ethereal grace that seemed almost otherworldly. The fabric billowed like a tempestuous storm around their form, revealing glimpses of armor adorned with intricate engravings and ancient sigils.
But it was their face that truly held the onlookers captive. Masked by a porcelain-white mask, delicately crafted with ornate patterns and delicate filigree, their true features remained hidden. Yet, their eyes, peering through the mask's eye-slits, burned with an intense emerald glow, reminiscent of an enchanted forest at twilight. It was as if the very essence of nature had been bestowed upon their gaze.
Strands of raven-black hair cascaded down their back, seemingly interwoven with elusive shadows, adding an aura of mystery to their presence. And when they spoke, their voice carried a mesmerizing cadence, a melodic tone that hung in the air like a haunting melody, captivating those who listened. However, the line they delivered seemed to be only for them, a prayer, one they had spoken many times.
"I have journeyed through lands far and wide, seeking answers to questions that haunt my every step. Tonight, let this tavern be my sanctuary, where the whispers of the world can fade, if only for a fleeting moment."
They glance over their shoulder one final time before pulling off their cloak, placing it neatly on a table, and then proceed to sit down, nodding politely at the fellow patrons.
🧇First real character ahhhhhhh 🧇
*Ahhhhhhhhh, dude that's a stellar intro. I'm sorry about what's about to happen.*
Rice strolls over with a menu in hand, Rice is a ferret, not even anything special. He can talk. But is a ferret, "Hello. Shall I take your cloak to hang it up somewhere?"
As the tavern door swung open, a figure stepped inside, immediately capturing the attention of all who laid eyes upon them. Clad in a cloak of ebony, stitched with threads of moonlit silver, they strode with an ethereal grace that seemed almost otherworldly. The fabric billowed like a tempestuous storm around their form, revealing glimpses of armor adorned with intricate engravings and ancient sigils.
But it was their face that truly held the onlookers captive. Masked by a porcelain-white mask, delicately crafted with ornate patterns and delicate filigree, their true features remained hidden. Yet, their eyes, peering through the mask's eye-slits, burned with an intense emerald glow, reminiscent of an enchanted forest at twilight. It was as if the very essence of nature had been bestowed upon their gaze.
Strands of raven-black hair cascaded down their back, seemingly interwoven with elusive shadows, adding an aura of mystery to their presence. And when they spoke, their voice carried a mesmerizing cadence, a melodic tone that hung in the air like a haunting melody, captivating those who listened. However, the line they delivered seemed to be only for them, a prayer, one they had spoken many times.
"I have journeyed through lands far and wide, seeking answers to questions that haunt my every step. Tonight, let this tavern be my sanctuary, where the whispers of the world can fade, if only for a fleeting moment."
They glance over their shoulder one final time before pulling off their cloak, placing it neatly on a table, and then proceed to sit down, nodding politely at the fellow patrons.
🧇First real character ahhhhhhh 🧇
*Ahhhhhhhhh, dude that's a stellar intro. I'm sorry about what's about to happen.*
Rice strolls over with a menu in hand, Rice is a ferret, not even anything special. He can talk. But is a ferret, "Hello. Shall I take your cloak to hang it up somewhere?"
The enigmatic figure replies with warmth "That would be most welcome, many thanks. Please, before you go, have I earned the merit of your name? I do understand if not, names can hold great power. I am called Ryo by most." . Ryo's mask seemed to pulse as they spoke, shining bright as they spoke to the ferret. "Please do mind the cloak, it can be torn far too easily." Ryo passes the cloak to the ferret, which is impossibly heavy for how thin it is, seemingly made of some impossibly dense material not to be found in these regions.
🧇 Thanks for saying that just trying to have a good start 🧇
The enigmatic figure replies with warmth "That would be most welcome, many thanks. Please, before you go, have I earned the merit of your name? I do understand if not, names can hold great power. I am called Ryo by most." . Ryo's mask seemed to pulse as they spoke, shining bright as they spoke to the ferret. "Please do mind the cloak, it can be torn far too easily." Ryo passes the cloak to the ferret, which is impossibly heavy for how thin it is, seemingly made of some impossibly dense material not to be found in these regions.
🧇 Thanks for saying that just trying to have a good start 🧇
"A pleasure to meet you Ryo." The ferret bows, as well as a ferret, can, "They call me Rice, because my counterpart." pointing towards the bar where a rather French-looking ferret sleeps, "Is my partner Sushi." their tail swishes a little, the little eyes pensive, "Names usually do not hold power here, unless you are describing true names which most demons have allowing you control over them. Or do you mean perhaps in a poetic sense where a name is not only a name?" carefully, the cloak is lifted and placed on a hook by the bar
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*good afternoon*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Oh no, I'm not ill" He says, straining a laugh, "Just a long trip you could say"
The human enters the tavern, sitting at a table and ordering a small ale and slightly slumping into their seat
'Morning'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Mmm.... hi. Morning"
'Nice day, isn't it?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*morning everyone!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Hi!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yes, I guess you could say that" They look up at who's talking
*good morning my squishy freinds*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*🎶Good mornin🎶*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Afternoon, but it feels like morning as I massively overslept*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
As the tavern door swung open, a figure stepped inside, immediately capturing the attention of all who laid eyes upon them. Clad in a cloak of ebony, stitched with threads of moonlit silver, they strode with an ethereal grace that seemed almost otherworldly. The fabric billowed like a tempestuous storm around their form, revealing glimpses of armor adorned with intricate engravings and ancient sigils.
But it was their face that truly held the onlookers captive. Masked by a porcelain-white mask, delicately crafted with ornate patterns and delicate filigree, their true features remained hidden. Yet, their eyes, peering through the mask's eye-slits, burned with an intense emerald glow, reminiscent of an enchanted forest at twilight. It was as if the very essence of nature had been bestowed upon their gaze.
Strands of raven-black hair cascaded down their back, seemingly interwoven with elusive shadows, adding an aura of mystery to their presence. And when they spoke, their voice carried a mesmerizing cadence, a melodic tone that hung in the air like a haunting melody, captivating those who listened. However, the line they delivered seemed to be only for them, a prayer, one they had spoken many times.
"I have journeyed through lands far and wide, seeking answers to questions that haunt my every step. Tonight, let this tavern be my sanctuary, where the whispers of the world can fade, if only for a fleeting moment."
Meepo walks into the room, followed by Gibbles.
He yawns, ”Well, what’d I miss while I was inventing stuff?”
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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*Ahhhhhhhhh, dude that's a stellar intro. I'm sorry about what's about to happen.*
Rice strolls over with a menu in hand, Rice is a ferret, not even anything special. He can talk. But is a ferret, "Hello. Shall I take your cloak to hang it up somewhere?"
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Rice points at the new guy, "New prank tester."
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The enigmatic figure replies with warmth "That would be most welcome, many thanks. Please, before you go, have I earned the merit of your name? I do understand if not, names can hold great power. I am called Ryo by most." . Ryo's mask seemed to pulse as they spoke, shining bright as they spoke to the ferret. "Please do mind the cloak, it can be torn far too easily." Ryo passes the cloak to the ferret, which is impossibly heavy for how thin it is, seemingly made of some impossibly dense material not to be found in these regions.
🧇 Thanks for saying that just trying to have a good start 🧇
"A pleasure to meet you Ryo." The ferret bows, as well as a ferret, can, "They call me Rice, because my counterpart." pointing towards the bar where a rather French-looking ferret sleeps, "Is my partner Sushi." their tail swishes a little, the little eyes pensive, "Names usually do not hold power here, unless you are describing true names which most demons have allowing you control over them. Or do you mean perhaps in a poetic sense where a name is not only a name?" carefully, the cloak is lifted and placed on a hook by the bar
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?