A bearded Tiefling with coral red skin watches from a distance, sitting outside, sharpening his hook and rope weapon. He raises an eyebrow, his amber eyes staring at the figure with some suspicion.
"What's wrong, good sir? If you don't trust my wares, I strongly encourage you to test them rigorously! C'mon, science, magic, whatever it takes! My work is the real deal!"
"I am quite fine, partner. Already got my fill of 'magic' and 'sceince'." He tips his hat.
"Well... I can't fault you there! I've got some natural oils and remedies too, if that floats your boat."
"I'm afraid not. Like most men, I prefer medicine from a Doctor or Cleric, not the kind that other peddle to make a buck." He said and nodded apologetically "No offense."
He sighs. He speaks without that advertiser's cadence for once. "Honestly, I'd give this crap away for free if people would take it, but then everyone would be suspicious. But, no offense taken." He turns the volume back up. "I hope you have a lovely day sir! If you ever want some free healing or something like that, I'm gonna be here for a long time."
*KDHSOHFOEHFOEHFORMFJORBROGIEBEKWNFOEKFBIWBDIDNSODBDK I HAVE TO BRING IN CZALOR NOW TO MESS WITH THIS GUY*
"Rareheart oil, despite its name, is very common in the country of Greyland. You can do just about anything with it, so that's what I do! I don't know anyone else who sells it here, especially not for my low, low prices! Just 5 copper per bottle! It's like I'm giving it away, really!"
"okay" *he hands over two gold pieces* "four bottles please. Theres no catch to using this oil right? no fumes causing side effects or anything like that?"
"If you aren't satisfied, you will get your money back immediately! Also, this is worth forty bottles, that's right, FORTY bottles! Are you sure you wanna give a 'con man' like me any extra coin to mess with? I might invent something new while you're away!" He says, with a jokingly warning tone.
"well lets see if your inventions work" *proceeds to shoot 20 rounds at a tree with his 8 round magazine* "well thank you ill take them, again no side effects?"
"Death is a very common one, but that is a potential side effect that comes with any strong medication fired from a rifle at someone's head."
The audience chuckles a bit.
"well thank you and goodnight, I must get back to my post." *goes back and sets up his rifle*
*If the creator of this thread wants to set up something im down im itching for a fight*
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I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
He sighs. He speaks without that advertiser's cadence for once. "Honestly, I'd give this crap away for free if people would take it, but then everyone would be suspicious. But, no offense taken." He turns the volume back up. "I hope you have a lovely day sir! If you ever want some free healing or something like that, I'm gonna be here for a long time."
*KDHSOHFOEHFOEHFORMFJORBROGIEBEKWNFOEKFBIWBDIDNSODBDK I HAVE TO BRING IN CZALOR NOW TO MESS WITH THIS GUY*
Oh, honestly You humans make me sick You blindly sign to feed your greed While forgetting nothing's ever free. Hush now, hush now, keep it hush I don't want the townsfolk making a fuss...
A wagon has arrived in town, pulled by a pair of horses with silver eyes and lead-colored spots with an iridescent sheen. The wagon is fancy but clearly doesn't belong to a noble. It looks more like a bard's coach, with the words DOCTOR MAROQUE'S MIRACLE WAGON written on the side.
As it stops, a stage appears in a puff of black smoke with a man on top, dressed in a black coat and top hat. He grins, revealing his oily black-stained teeth as he bows and whips off his hat with his white-gloved hand. "Hello, Tavernville! I am Doctor Maroque, a famed physician bringing back miracles from the mysterious country of Greyland! C'mon, step right up, don't be shy! First one here gets a free miracle! I'm sure you've all seen them before, maybe even experienced them, so you know it's more than possible! I assure you, this miracle will not disappoint!"
Ani walks over to them. “How about a compass to guide you to whatever you want?”
"Ah, I'm afraid... wait a second... oh yes! I have some of those!" He produces a strange, clock-like device with a port for some sort of liquid. "Just feed it some of any of my patent medicines or some of my Rareheart oils and it'll lead you where you need to go! Just a word of advice, be specific. It's not very clever, but it is omniscient while powered. Now, I'll give you a free bottle of Reprieve Wine to go with it, since a gift without an ability to make it run is just a terrible gift!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ani/Meroving is altering reality with the reality stone
Lazarus is whittling
Raphael is still dead
*AHEM altering reality?!?!?*
*as in ghost or corpse?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Oh, honestly You humans make me sick You blindly sign to feed your greed While forgetting nothing's ever free. Hush now, hush now, keep it hush I don't want the townsfolk making a fuss...
A wagon has arrived in town, pulled by a pair of horses with silver eyes and lead-colored spots with an iridescent sheen. The wagon is fancy but clearly doesn't belong to a noble. It looks more like a bard's coach, with the words DOCTOR MAROQUE'S MIRACLE WAGON written on the side.
As it stops, a stage appears in a puff of black smoke with a man on top, dressed in a black coat and top hat. He grins, revealing his oily black-stained teeth as he bows and whips off his hat with his white-gloved hand. "Hello, Tavernville! I am Doctor Maroque, a famed physician bringing back miracles from the mysterious country of Greyland! C'mon, step right up, don't be shy! First one here gets a free miracle! I'm sure you've all seen them before, maybe even experienced them, so you know it's more than possible! I assure you, this miracle will not disappoint!"
Ani walks over to them. “How about a compass to guide you to whatever you want?”
"Ah, I'm afraid... wait a second... oh yes! I have some of those!" He produces a strange, clock-like device with a port for some sort of liquid. "Just feed it some of any of my patent medicines or some of my Rareheart oils and it'll lead you where you need to go! Just a word of advice, be specific. It's not very clever, but it is omniscient while powered. Now, I'll give you a free bottle of Reprieve Wine to go with it, since a gift without an ability to make it run is just a terrible gift!"
*thx*
They take it. “And how do you gain such trinkets?”
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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
Ani/Meroving is altering reality with the reality stone
Lazarus is whittling
Raphael is still dead
*AHEM altering reality?!?!?*
*as in ghost or corpse?*
*corspe. If you want to talk to a ghost, you can talk to Ihtros the ghost bartender*
*Ok*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ani walks over to them. “How about a compass to guide you to whatever you want?”
"Ah, I'm afraid... wait a second... oh yes! I have some of those!" He produces a strange, clock-like device with a port for some sort of liquid. "Just feed it some of any of my patent medicines or some of my Rareheart oils and it'll lead you where you need to go! Just a word of advice, be specific. It's not very clever, but it is omniscient while powered. Now, I'll give you a free bottle of Reprieve Wine to go with it, since a gift without an ability to make it run is just a terrible gift!"
They take it. “And how do you gain such trinkets?”
He straightens his coat proudly. "I make them myself! The secret combination of oils I use makes almost anything possible!"
Ani walks over to them. “How about a compass to guide you to whatever you want?”
"Ah, I'm afraid... wait a second... oh yes! I have some of those!" He produces a strange, clock-like device with a port for some sort of liquid. "Just feed it some of any of my patent medicines or some of my Rareheart oils and it'll lead you where you need to go! Just a word of advice, be specific. It's not very clever, but it is omniscient while powered. Now, I'll give you a free bottle of Reprieve Wine to go with it, since a gift without an ability to make it run is just a terrible gift!"
They take it. “And how do you gain such trinkets?”
He straightens his coat proudly. "I make them myself! The secret combination of oils I use makes almost anything possible!"
“And where were you gifted such a thing?”
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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
Ani walks over to them. “How about a compass to guide you to whatever you want?”
"Ah, I'm afraid... wait a second... oh yes! I have some of those!" He produces a strange, clock-like device with a port for some sort of liquid. "Just feed it some of any of my patent medicines or some of my Rareheart oils and it'll lead you where you need to go! Just a word of advice, be specific. It's not very clever, but it is omniscient while powered. Now, I'll give you a free bottle of Reprieve Wine to go with it, since a gift without an ability to make it run is just a terrible gift!"
They take it. “And how do you gain such trinkets?”
He straightens his coat proudly. "I make them myself! The secret combination of oils I use makes almost anything possible!"
“And where were you gifted such a thing?”
"The dark and miserable country of Greyland, where these concoctions are necessary for survival. They are commonplace there, so I didn't feel good marking up the prices they have. In fact, I lowered them! I sell any medicine you could possibly need for 5 coppers a bottle! That way, anyone can access it! My only regret is that I can't give it away!"
He sighs. He speaks without that advertiser's cadence for once. "Honestly, I'd give this crap away for free if people would take it, but then everyone would be suspicious. But, no offense taken." He turns the volume back up. "I hope you have a lovely day sir! If you ever want some free healing or something like that, I'm gonna be here for a long time."
*KDHSOHFOEHFOEHFORMFJORBROGIEBEKWNFOEKFBIWBDIDNSODBDK I HAVE TO BRING IN CZALOR NOW TO MESS WITH THIS GUY*
*Go right ahead! He might be a bit easy, though.*
Czalor, messenger of the gods and the God of Secrets, Travel, Speed, and the wind, has recently caught wind that an avatar of the Hate God had made itself known on the material plane. So it woke itself up from slumber in Limbo, got dressed, and made its way down. Of course, no God can go down without having a different form so the mortals eyes don't explode so it chose its everyday 'normal mortal' form.
It stood on top of the tavern, wings folded inside of its long white cloak, it's one singular eye hidden behind the circular bronze mask. It watched the avatar with some curiosity.
He sighs. He speaks without that advertiser's cadence for once. "Honestly, I'd give this crap away for free if people would take it, but then everyone would be suspicious. But, no offense taken." He turns the volume back up. "I hope you have a lovely day sir! If you ever want some free healing or something like that, I'm gonna be here for a long time."
*KDHSOHFOEHFOEHFORMFJORBROGIEBEKWNFOEKFBIWBDIDNSODBDK I HAVE TO BRING IN CZALOR NOW TO MESS WITH THIS GUY*
*Go right ahead! He might be a bit easy, though.*
Czalor, messenger of the gods and the God of Secrets, Travel, Speed, and the wind, has recently caught wind that an avatar of the Hate God had made itself known on the material plane. So it woke itself up from slumber in Limbo, got dressed, and made its way down. Of course, no God can go down without having a different form so the mortals eyes don't explode so it chose its everyday 'normal mortal' form.
It stood on top of the tavern, wings folded inside of its long white cloak, it's one singular eye hidden behind the circular bronze mask. It watched the avatar with some curiosity.
The peddler doesn't even acknowledge Czalor's presence.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*KDHSOHFOEHFOEHFORMFJORBROGIEBEKWNFOEKFBIWBDIDNSODBDK I HAVE TO BRING IN CZALOR NOW TO MESS WITH THIS GUY*
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
"well thank you and goodnight, I must get back to my post." *goes back and sets up his rifle*
*If the creator of this thread wants to set up something im down im itching for a fight*
I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
MY VENOM SYMBIOTE: FFFFUUUUUURRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY
*Go right ahead! He might be a bit easy, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello people. I will be a lot more now*
Ani/Meroving is altering reality with the reality stone
Lazarus is whittling
Raphael is still dead
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I MADE A NEW THREAD AND I'M PROUD!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*AHEM altering reality?!?!?*
I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
MY VENOM SYMBIOTE: FFFFUUUUUURRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY
Whats the thread?
I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
MY VENOM SYMBIOTE: FFFFUUUUUURRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY
*as in ghost or corpse?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*thx*
They take it. “And how do you gain such trinkets?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*yeah. Meroving just got the reality infinity stone, and is now trying it out*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*corspe. If you want to talk to a ghost, you can talk to Ihtros the ghost bartender*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Kings, want to have Hunter get hired on that guard position?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ok*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He straightens his coat proudly. "I make them myself! The secret combination of oils I use makes almost anything possible!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“And where were you gifted such a thing?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"The dark and miserable country of Greyland, where these concoctions are necessary for survival. They are commonplace there, so I didn't feel good marking up the prices they have. In fact, I lowered them! I sell any medicine you could possibly need for 5 coppers a bottle! That way, anyone can access it! My only regret is that I can't give it away!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Czalor, messenger of the gods and the God of Secrets, Travel, Speed, and the wind, has recently caught wind that an avatar of the Hate God had made itself known on the material plane. So it woke itself up from slumber in Limbo, got dressed, and made its way down. Of course, no God can go down without having a different form so the mortals eyes don't explode so it chose its everyday 'normal mortal' form.
It stood on top of the tavern, wings folded inside of its long white cloak, it's one singular eye hidden behind the circular bronze mask. It watched the avatar with some curiosity.
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
Yuri is most likely sitting besides Lazarus, watching him.
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
The peddler doesn't even acknowledge Czalor's presence.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels