"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
They mutter something about angels in disguise. “Most interesting. Well let’s get you something to actually eat, celestial.” They state, offering them a table
Barachiel sits. "In disguise? I wear no glamor except one to hide my scars."
“Any glamor is a glamor. What caused the scars?”
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"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
They mutter something about angels in disguise. “Most interesting. Well let’s get you something to actually eat, celestial.” They state, offering them a table
Barachiel sits. "In disguise? I wear no glamor except one to hide my scars."
“Any glamor is a glamor. What caused the scars?”
Barachiel side eyes him. "I am an angel with no wings. What is that called? Maybe called a pity. Or a fool. Or nothing." He sighs.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
They mutter something about angels in disguise. “Most interesting. Well let’s get you something to actually eat, celestial.” They state, offering them a table
Barachiel sits. "In disguise? I wear no glamor except one to hide my scars."
“Any glamor is a glamor. What caused the scars?”
Barachiel side eyes him. "I am an angel with no wings. What is that called? Maybe called a pity. Or a fool. Or nothing." He sighs.
“Or maybe merely a low level angel.” They counter
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Tristan ponders for a bit. "Sounds good." He pulls out a small dagger, forged in the shape of a bird's feather. He wipes the blade with a small liquid-soaked cloth and pricks his thumb, then presses it down on the contract.
Tristan feels a sudden surge of power, it's as if somebody jump started his heart. Instinctively almost he understands how to open the portals described, the power hierarchy in the guild, and just as quickly as this power started it stops, leaving only a barely noticeable magic tingle in the back of his mind.
Sushi nods, "Welcome to the guild." She extends her hand
Tristan grins widely. "I feel... great."
"Great, you're on trial period so those portals to the home base and stuff, you can't open just yet. Instead you have access to a personal pocket dimension you can store goodies in. Bon?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Tristan ponders for a bit. "Sounds good." He pulls out a small dagger, forged in the shape of a bird's feather. He wipes the blade with a small liquid-soaked cloth and pricks his thumb, then presses it down on the contract.
Tristan feels a sudden surge of power, it's as if somebody jump started his heart. Instinctively almost he understands how to open the portals described, the power hierarchy in the guild, and just as quickly as this power started it stops, leaving only a barely noticeable magic tingle in the back of his mind.
Sushi nods, "Welcome to the guild." She extends her hand
Tristan grins widely. "I feel... great."
"Great, you're on trial period so those portals to the home base and stuff, you can't open just yet. Instead you have access to a personal pocket dimension you can store goodies in. Bon?"
"Yes, of course." Tristan opens a portal and waves his fingers through it. "Wow."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Yes, of course." Tristan opens a portal and waves his fingers through it. "Wow."
"Yeah, as long as you can recall what it is you put in it'll always be the first thing that appears. You get used to it. But yeah, welcome again to God's Glove, formerly known as the pocket thieves, do you have any questions?"
"Yes, of course." Tristan opens a portal and waves his fingers through it. "Wow."
"Yeah, as long as you can recall what it is you put in it'll always be the first thing that appears. You get used to it. But yeah, welcome again to God's Glove, formerly known as the pocket thieves, do you have any questions?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Yes, of course." Tristan opens a portal and waves his fingers through it. "Wow."
"Yeah, as long as you can recall what it is you put in it'll always be the first thing that appears. You get used to it. But yeah, welcome again to God's Glove, formerly known as the pocket thieves, do you have any questions?"
"Sure. Any jobs available?"
"I'd have to check, come back to me tomorrow."
*Cracks knuckles, aight, time to practice DMing by making a mini heist*
Raphael is tending to wounded and sick in a nearby town
Meroving/Ani is reading a book on necromancy
Throden is baking
The sound of wolf pups barking enters the kitchen along with a pure white Tabaxi.
A ghostly eminassion appears from Throden, looking similar to the lizardfolk. (Who are you, cat folk?)
“My name is Sylvan, might I ask who you are, reptile?” One of the pups somehow got on your counter and is slowly making its way to your cooking.
The lizardfolk forces a smile. (I am Ihtros, and the living one is Throden.) They state, as the living lizardfolk proceeds to take the pup off the counter
Sylvan smiles. "There is no reason for that. You may not like me, but faking such an emotion can be considered an insult." They pull a spear out to open a cabinet out of their reach, a bag of unknown meat falling out. At once, 6 of the young wolves attack it, trying to get to the delicate smell. The final one, and the one you just put on the floor, is sniffing the meal you prepare.
(I was told most mammals enjoyed such jesters) they explain. (Now why are you here in the kitchen?) Ihtros asks, as Throden stays, going back to cooking
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
Raphael is tending to wounded and sick in a nearby town
Meroving/Ani is reading a book on necromancy
Throden is baking
The sound of wolf pups barking enters the kitchen along with a pure white Tabaxi.
A ghostly eminassion appears from Throden, looking similar to the lizardfolk. (Who are you, cat folk?)
“My name is Sylvan, might I ask who you are, reptile?” One of the pups somehow got on your counter and is slowly making its way to your cooking.
The lizardfolk forces a smile. (I am Ihtros, and the living one is Throden.) They state, as the living lizardfolk proceeds to take the pup off the counter
Sylvan smiles. "There is no reason for that. You may not like me, but faking such an emotion can be considered an insult." They pull a spear out to open a cabinet out of their reach, a bag of unknown meat falling out. At once, 6 of the young wolves attack it, trying to get to the delicate smell. The final one, and the one you just put on the floor, is sniffing the meal you prepare.
(I was told most mammals enjoyed such jesters) they explain. (Now why are you here in the kitchen?) Ihtros asks, as Throden stays, going back to cooking
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Barachiel side eyes him. "I am an angel with no wings. What is that called? Maybe called a pity. Or a fool. Or nothing." He sighs.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Or maybe merely a low level angel.” They counter
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"I was about to ask about the look but evidently I shouldn't ask. So, instead I'll say what are you doing up there?"
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"Great, you're on trial period so those portals to the home base and stuff, you can't open just yet. Instead you have access to a personal pocket dimension you can store goodies in. Bon?"
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Barachiel snarls a reply. "Shut it dhhat. This isn't something to argue about."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Yes, of course." Tristan opens a portal and waves his fingers through it. "Wow."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Yeah, as long as you can recall what it is you put in it'll always be the first thing that appears. You get used to it. But yeah, welcome again to God's Glove, formerly known as the pocket thieves, do you have any questions?"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Sure. Any jobs available?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Until tomorrow, friends*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I'd have to check, come back to me tomorrow."
*Cracks knuckles, aight, time to practice DMing by making a mini heist*
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Bye bye*
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
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*Hello people*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good morning my friendly fellas.*
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
*Hello! I, uh, have zero clue what's going on.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*good mornin*
Theren is sitting under a tree, looking at peace.
Lance is tending to a wounded owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple while wandering around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I IS BACK!!*
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
*Characters above :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.