The door opens as an iron golem walks in with a young woman on his shoulder. The golem was made of thick plates of copper, iron, and what looked like glass, It had bright golden eyes that seemed to glow a bit, its long thick limbs were obviously built for combat. A square shaped diamond was placed in the center of its chest.
The woman looked to be no more than 30. She had youthful soft features, pale ivory-like skin, long black wavy hair, and bright amber eyes. She seemed small, only 5'5. She wore a white blouse with sleeves so long they engulfed her hands, a black vest with silver rose-shaped buttons, a waist-high floor-length black skirt, and metal heeled boots. A silver band or choker of sorts was around her neck.
The woman asked the golem to move to a seat by the window and sit down.
More wind-up toys start coming downstairs, each one a little closer to the front door.
The newcomer looks down at the toys, and his smile grows ever more wide. "Oh my! Such fine craftsmanship." He gently picks each one up and sets it into a safe spot, following the trail.
The door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
After a while, when he runs out of arrows, Silver hops down to the ground and heads inside. *Lol, I just remembered one of your characters.*
Mirinn looks over to Harbor and slowly reaches a hand over, tapping his shoulder softly.
*XD*
Brand waves and rolls off the sofa, quickly standing up.
Harbor yelps and jumps up, looking rather poofy now.
*Le Sable.*
Silver chuckles, hearing Brand fall off. Silver walks over, poking Brand on the arm. "You didn't break anything, did you?"
"Pardon, mon ami." She holds her hands up defensively. "I wanted to ask something of you really quick."
*Not gonna lie, he died a horrible campaign death. Done been slain by a Paladin who saw him as a heretic*
"nope all good!!" He said and grinned a bit "how are you?"
"sure just don't scare me like that, now I'm all poofy." He said and shook out his fur.
*Rip Sable, then.*
"I am good, I just finished some training."
"I didn't know any other way to get your attention." She pulls out the bounty poster *Look at Alaric's stuff from yesterday* and showed it to him. "I was wondering if you could make some antidote for me."
*lol it was a fun campaign though*
"good fer you then" he said and fiddled with his fingers, just standing there.
"course I can!" He said and looked it over "bit of money could help out a bit" he said
*Sable will be missed.*
Silver waited for a moment, noticing the fiddling."Are you sure you're okay, Brandy?"'
"Oui! That is why I plan on taking the job." She smiled, pulling him into a hug. "Oh, merci!"
"yeah just..... Tired I suppose" he said
He chuckles and pats her back "you are... Um... Very strong..." He chuckles again.
"Have you been resting properly?" Silver seems genuinely concerned.
She lets him go quickly. "Oh, I'm sorry if that bothered you..."
"......No" he said and chuckled "i rarely rest"
"No no! you never could!!" he said "Your just really strong!"
Silver pursed his lips, he would look sternly at Brand if he could look. "Bad. You have to get some proper rest."
*Sitting there with a 17 in strength like she couldn't break most people's necks. XD*
"I do not feel like I am as strong as you make it sound."
"but i need to stay awake for you" he said
"You are strong, both physically and mentally"
"Why?"
She chuckled a bit. "Thank you for the compliments, mon ami, but... I really am not as strong as you see me as."
"Cuz..." He said and sighed again, sitting down. Then he suddenly grabbed Silver around his waist and pulled him over. He reeks of alcohol.
"well, your my friend and I think your strong " he said
*Sorry for the long pause, remaking Rusty, if you remember him. :3*
SIlver's face flushed blue. "W-w-w-why?"
"I am not strong, nor was I strong enough... for my company."
*Oooooooh! terrified kelipso time*
"Mn" Brand grumbled a bit.
"Your strong enough for me!!"
*Lol, I just gotta find when I made his description so I can copy-paste an intro.*
"W-w-w-w-why?" Silver asks again, staying very still.
She sadly nodded, looking at the ground.
*Lol. I might bring in a character who i made all the way back in the olden year of 2012, before i was on D&Dbeyond.*
"Cuz." he said and grinned "Im a bit soused"
Harbor tilts his head and lowers his ears "are you sad?"
*OOOOOOOOOOOO*
"T-that's n-no excuse t-t-to lose rest!"
"A bit." She admitted. "My company I speak of... we were ambushed by our rivals... now I'm the last one, and I couldn't protect any others."
*I do adore her a bit but because she tends to be a recluse i never had a reason to bring her in but now i kinda wanna see how she'll do here*
"Mn" he said and hugged Silver.
Harbor sits on the floor and pats the spot next to him, still listening.
*I'm excited.*
Silver squeaks a bit.
She scoots over and sits next to him. "There were ten of us, and fifteen of them... it should've been an even fight... but... but they somehow had gotten much stronger than last we heard." She sniffled, her eyes starting to get a bit misty. "I was actually one the first of us to go down, I was pinned and... forced to watch my friends fall... one by one." She choked on her words a bit.
Brand sighs and lets him go "There, i can tell you don't like hugs"
Harbor sits on his knee's, hugging her "Its okay..."
"N-n-no! No, I liked it... you j-just surprised me..."
She seems to try and hold it back, but she suddenly burst into tears, leaning over and sobbing into her hands.
Brand smiled a bit and rolled over on the couch, lying down.
Harbor sits her head in his lap and watches her, tears seem to form in his own as he opens his mouth and begins to sing something (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTiSak8r9P8 )
More wind-up toys start coming downstairs, each one a little closer to the front door.
The newcomer looks down at the toys, and his smile grows ever more wide. "Oh my! Such fine craftsmanship." He gently picks each one up and sets it into a safe spot, following the trail.
The door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
He walks in, creaking the door open a bit more. "Hello, kind stranger. I hate to disappoint you in this regard, but toy making happens to be a specialty of mine."
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"N-n-no! No, I liked it... you j-just surprised me..."
She seems to try and hold it back, but she suddenly burst into tears, leaning over and sobbing into her hands.
Brand smiled a bit and rolled over on the couch, lying down.
Harbor sits her head in his lap and watches her, tears seem to form in his own as he opens his mouth and begins to sing something (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTiSak8r9P8 )
Silver nervously sits at his feet, still a bit flushed.
She continues crying for some time, eventually building into soft sniffling.
*Hmmm.... groovy.*
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"N-n-no! No, I liked it... you j-just surprised me..."
She seems to try and hold it back, but she suddenly burst into tears, leaning over and sobbing into her hands.
Brand smiled a bit and rolled over on the couch, lying down.
Harbor sits her head in his lap and watches her, tears seem to form in his own as he opens his mouth and begins to sing something (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTiSak8r9P8 )
Silver nervously sits at his feet, still a bit flushed.
She continues crying for some time, eventually building into soft sniffling.
*Hmmm.... groovy.*
Brand reaches over and pats Silver's head.
Harbor pats her head gently like what a mother would do to a crying child.
More wind-up toys start coming downstairs, each one a little closer to the front door.
The newcomer looks down at the toys, and his smile grows ever more wide. "Oh my! Such fine craftsmanship." He gently picks each one up and sets it into a safe spot, following the trail.
The door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
He walks in, creaking the door open a bit more. "Hello, kind stranger. I hate to disappoint you in this regard, but toy making happens to be a specialty of mine."
"Worry not, my friend, for that only means we have a subject to discuss," says the huge, misshapen silhouette at the far end of a long table literally piled high with fine food.
"But before we partake in bread, wine, and company, I must ask... what is my name? It begins with an E, but that is all I can remember."
A 5'11 human guy walks into the tavern, he has very pale skin, and the top half of his face is shadowed by a top hat with what looked like a wooden and cloth toy snake curled around it. He has long, light silver-grey hair that hangs halfway down his back, with small black beads interwoven into it at random points. He has a black trench coat, a leather and thick cloth dress shirt and vest combo under it, and decent dress pants and shoes to match, it all was a greyish black color. The bottom half of his face, which was the only bit currently visible, had a wicked and wide smile with abnormally sharp teeth for a human. Even though he doesn't look very physically strong, a great axe was strapped to his back, made of black metal.
Kelipso senses the presence of h i m and immediately lashes his tail about.
H E walks around a bit, sitting at a table that was dangerously close to Kelipso.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and glances at H i M
H E doesn't seem to notice, pulling a wind-up toy from his jacket. It seems to be a little dog.
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More wind-up toys start coming downstairs, each one a little closer to the front door.
The newcomer looks down at the toys, and his smile grows ever more wide. "Oh my! Such fine craftsmanship." He gently picks each one up and sets it into a safe spot, following the trail.
The door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
He walks in, creaking the door open a bit more. "Hello, kind stranger. I hate to disappoint you in this regard, but toy making happens to be a specialty of mine."
"Worry not, my friend, for that only means we have a subject to discuss," says the huge, misshapen silhouette at the far end of a long table literally piled high with fine food.
"But before we partake in bread, wine, and company, I must ask... what is my name? It begins with an E, but that is all I can remember."
"That is true." The man steps in and takes a seat at the other end of the table comfortably. "Hmm... Ennard is a lovely name, wouldn't you agree?"
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A 5'11 human guy walks into the tavern, he has very pale skin, and the top half of his face is shadowed by a top hat with what looked like a wooden and cloth toy snake curled around it. He has long, light silver-grey hair that hangs halfway down his back, with small black beads interwoven into it at random points. He has a black trench coat, a leather and thick cloth dress shirt and vest combo under it, and decent dress pants and shoes to match, it all was a greyish black color. The bottom half of his face, which was the only bit currently visible, had a wicked and wide smile with abnormally sharp teeth for a human. Even though he doesn't look very physically strong, a great axe was strapped to his back, made of black metal.
Kelipso senses the presence of h i m and immediately lashes his tail about.
H E walks around a bit, sitting at a table that was dangerously close to Kelipso.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and glances at H i M
H E doesn't seem to notice, pulling a wind-up toy from his jacket. It seems to be a little dog.
Kelipso pretends like he is looking off to the side as he watches
A 5'11 human guy walks into the tavern, he has very pale skin, and the top half of his face is shadowed by a top hat with what looked like a wooden and cloth toy snake curled around it. He has long, light silver-grey hair that hangs halfway down his back, with small black beads interwoven into it at random points. He has a black trench coat, a leather and thick cloth dress shirt and vest combo under it, and decent dress pants and shoes to match, it all was a greyish black color. The bottom half of his face, which was the only bit currently visible, had a wicked and wide smile with abnormally sharp teeth for a human. Even though he doesn't look very physically strong, a great axe was strapped to his back, made of black metal.
Kelipso senses the presence of h i m and immediately lashes his tail about.
H E walks around a bit, sitting at a table that was dangerously close to Kelipso.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and glances at H i M
H E doesn't seem to notice, pulling a wind-up toy from his jacket. It seems to be a little dog.
Kelipso pretends like he is looking off to the side as he watches
It looks suspiciously like Gordon, and he winds it up a bit. Once he finishes, he sets it on the table, and it wanders around the table, moving as though it was alive, and emitting tiny barks.
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More wind-up toys start coming downstairs, each one a little closer to the front door.
The newcomer looks down at the toys, and his smile grows ever more wide. "Oh my! Such fine craftsmanship." He gently picks each one up and sets it into a safe spot, following the trail.
The door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
He walks in, creaking the door open a bit more. "Hello, kind stranger. I hate to disappoint you in this regard, but toy making happens to be a specialty of mine."
"Worry not, my friend, for that only means we have a subject to discuss," says the huge, misshapen silhouette at the far end of a long table literally piled high with fine food.
"But before we partake in bread, wine, and company, I must ask... what is my name? It begins with an E, but that is all I can remember."
"That is true." The man steps in and takes a seat at the other end of the table comfortably. "Hmm... Ennard is a lovely name, wouldn't you agree?"
As soon as the name is spoken, the beast's eyes start to glow orange.
"A fine name indeed. Now, I must confess something to you... my toys are often more than they seem." And as it speaks, a small, smiling, tophat-wearing windup mountaineers over the heap of sapid morsels. It slides down to take a bow at the new guest's place setting. It looks just like him.
"But you knew that already, didn't you? After all, you are a fellow toymaker."
A 5'11 human guy walks into the tavern, he has very pale skin, and the top half of his face is shadowed by a top hat with what looked like a wooden and cloth toy snake curled around it. He has long, light silver-grey hair that hangs halfway down his back, with small black beads interwoven into it at random points. He has a black trench coat, a leather and thick cloth dress shirt and vest combo under it, and decent dress pants and shoes to match, it all was a greyish black color. The bottom half of his face, which was the only bit currently visible, had a wicked and wide smile with abnormally sharp teeth for a human. Even though he doesn't look very physically strong, a great axe was strapped to his back, made of black metal.
Kelipso senses the presence of h i m and immediately lashes his tail about.
H E walks around a bit, sitting at a table that was dangerously close to Kelipso.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and glances at H i M
H E doesn't seem to notice, pulling a wind-up toy from his jacket. It seems to be a little dog.
Kelipso pretends like he is looking off to the side as he watches
It looks suspiciously like Gordon, and he winds it up a bit. Once he finishes, he sets it on the table, and it wanders around the table, moving as though it was alive, and emitting tiny barks.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and with a sudden burst of speed, he grabs it and attempts to crush it
More wind-up toys start coming downstairs, each one a little closer to the front door.
The newcomer looks down at the toys, and his smile grows ever more wide. "Oh my! Such fine craftsmanship." He gently picks each one up and sets it into a safe spot, following the trail.
The door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
He walks in, creaking the door open a bit more. "Hello, kind stranger. I hate to disappoint you in this regard, but toy making happens to be a specialty of mine."
"Worry not, my friend, for that only means we have a subject to discuss," says the huge, misshapen silhouette at the far end of a long table literally piled high with fine food.
"But before we partake in bread, wine, and company, I must ask... what is my name? It begins with an E, but that is all I can remember."
"That is true." The man steps in and takes a seat at the other end of the table comfortably. "Hmm... Ennard is a lovely name, wouldn't you agree?"
As soon as the name is spoken, the beast's eyes start to glow orange.
"A fine name indeed. Now, I must confess something to you... my toys are often more than they seem." And as it speaks, a small, smiling, tophat-wearing windup mountaineers over the heap of sapid morsels. It slides down to take a bow at the new guest's place setting. It looks just like him.
"But you knew that already, didn't you? After all, you are a fellow toymaker."
The stranger smiles, his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight, and lets out a small chuckle. "Of course I knew that. The toys downstairs were a clear indication." He reaches into his own jacket, this wind-up toy looking like... Ennard? "It seems our trades are extremely similar, friend." He sets the toy on the table next to the toy figure of himself, and winds it up. Once he is finished, the toy Ennard moves over real Ennard and does a bow, similar to how the first toy bowed to the stranger.
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A 5'11 human guy walks into the tavern, he has very pale skin, and the top half of his face is shadowed by a top hat with what looked like a wooden and cloth toy snake curled around it. He has long, light silver-grey hair that hangs halfway down his back, with small black beads interwoven into it at random points. He has a black trench coat, a leather and thick cloth dress shirt and vest combo under it, and decent dress pants and shoes to match, it all was a greyish black color. The bottom half of his face, which was the only bit currently visible, had a wicked and wide smile with abnormally sharp teeth for a human. Even though he doesn't look very physically strong, a great axe was strapped to his back, made of black metal.
Kelipso senses the presence of h i m and immediately lashes his tail about.
H E walks around a bit, sitting at a table that was dangerously close to Kelipso.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and glances at H i M
H E doesn't seem to notice, pulling a wind-up toy from his jacket. It seems to be a little dog.
Kelipso pretends like he is looking off to the side as he watches
It looks suspiciously like Gordon, and he winds it up a bit. Once he finishes, he sets it on the table, and it wanders around the table, moving as though it was alive, and emitting tiny barks.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and with a sudden burst of speed, he grabs it and attempts to crush it
Right before he does, H E slaps Kelipso's hand away gently, softly chuckling. "Hello, dear Kelipso. Fancy meeting you here."
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"N-n-no! No, I liked it... you j-just surprised me..."
She seems to try and hold it back, but she suddenly burst into tears, leaning over and sobbing into her hands.
Brand smiled a bit and rolled over on the couch, lying down.
Harbor sits her head in his lap and watches her, tears seem to form in his own as he opens his mouth and begins to sing something (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTiSak8r9P8 )
Silver nervously sits at his feet, still a bit flushed.
She continues crying for some time, eventually building into soft sniffling.
*Hmmm.... groovy.*
Brand reaches over and pats Silver's head.
Harbor pats her head gently like what a mother would do to a crying child.
Silver tensely freezes, letting Brand pet him.
Eventually Mirinn falls silent, doing some breathing exercises to calm down.
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A 5'11 human guy walks into the tavern, he has very pale skin, and the top half of his face is shadowed by a top hat with what looked like a wooden and cloth toy snake curled around it. He has long, light silver-grey hair that hangs halfway down his back, with small black beads interwoven into it at random points. He has a black trench coat, a leather and thick cloth dress shirt and vest combo under it, and decent dress pants and shoes to match, it all was a greyish black color. The bottom half of his face, which was the only bit currently visible, had a wicked and wide smile with abnormally sharp teeth for a human. Even though he doesn't look very physically strong, a great axe was strapped to his back, made of black metal.
Kelipso senses the presence of h i m and immediately lashes his tail about.
H E walks around a bit, sitting at a table that was dangerously close to Kelipso.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and glances at H i M
H E doesn't seem to notice, pulling a wind-up toy from his jacket. It seems to be a little dog.
Kelipso pretends like he is looking off to the side as he watches
It looks suspiciously like Gordon, and he winds it up a bit. Once he finishes, he sets it on the table, and it wanders around the table, moving as though it was alive, and emitting tiny barks.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and with a sudden burst of speed, he grabs it and attempts to crush it
Right before he does, H E slaps Kelipso's hand away gently, softly chuckling. "Hello, dear Kelipso. Fancy meeting you here."
"Hello.... rusty" he grumbled, forcing a smile.
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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
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The door opens as an iron golem walks in with a young woman on his shoulder. The golem was made of thick plates of copper, iron, and what looked like glass, It had bright golden eyes that seemed to glow a bit, its long thick limbs were obviously built for combat. A square shaped diamond was placed in the center of its chest.
The woman looked to be no more than 30. She had youthful soft features, pale ivory-like skin, long black wavy hair, and bright amber eyes. She seemed small, only 5'5. She wore a white blouse with sleeves so long they engulfed her hands, a black vest with silver rose-shaped buttons, a waist-high floor-length black skirt, and metal heeled boots. A silver band or choker of sorts was around her neck.
The woman asked the golem to move to a seat by the window and sit down.
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 door to E's room creaks open, revealing the flickering candlelight within.
"Come in, come in, newcomer. I have plenty of food and plenty of toys to entertain even the most sullen of guests."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Brand smiled a bit and rolled over on the couch, lying down.
Harbor sits her head in his lap and watches her, tears seem to form in his own as he opens his mouth and begins to sing something (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTiSak8r9P8 )
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
He walks in, creaking the door open a bit more. "Hello, kind stranger. I hate to disappoint you in this regard, but toy making happens to be a specialty of mine."
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Silver nervously sits at his feet, still a bit flushed.
She continues crying for some time, eventually building into soft sniffling.
*Hmmm.... groovy.*
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Brand reaches over and pats Silver's head.
Harbor pats her head gently like what a mother would do to a crying child.
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
"Worry not, my friend, for that only means we have a subject to discuss," says the huge, misshapen silhouette at the far end of a long table literally piled high with fine food.
"But before we partake in bread, wine, and company, I must ask... what is my name? It begins with an E, but that is all I can remember."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"That is true." The man steps in and takes a seat at the other end of the table comfortably. "Hmm... Ennard is a lovely name, wouldn't you agree?"
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Kelipso pretends like he is looking off to the side as he watches
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
It looks suspiciously like Gordon, and he winds it up a bit. Once he finishes, he sets it on the table, and it wanders around the table, moving as though it was alive, and emitting tiny barks.
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As soon as the name is spoken, the beast's eyes start to glow orange.
"A fine name indeed. Now, I must confess something to you... my toys are often more than they seem." And as it speaks, a small, smiling, tophat-wearing windup mountaineers over the heap of sapid morsels. It slides down to take a bow at the new guest's place setting. It looks just like him.
"But you knew that already, didn't you? After all, you are a fellow toymaker."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hillo, how's yous?*
Jason is consudering gettiing food
Vivian is picking at her food
The poster is still active
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Kelipso narrows his eyes and with a sudden burst of speed, he grabs it and attempts to crush it
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
Kelipso is being mentally tortured by Rusty.
Brand is petting silver like a dog.
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 stranger smiles, his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight, and lets out a small chuckle. "Of course I knew that. The toys downstairs were a clear indication." He reaches into his own jacket, this wind-up toy looking like... Ennard? "It seems our trades are extremely similar, friend." He sets the toy on the table next to the toy figure of himself, and winds it up. Once he is finished, the toy Ennard moves over real Ennard and does a bow, similar to how the first toy bowed to the stranger.
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The strong smell of good food and wine flows from upstairs as the tin toys retake their positions, leaving a trail to the source of the smell.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Right before he does, H E slaps Kelipso's hand away gently, softly chuckling. "Hello, dear Kelipso. Fancy meeting you here."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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Silver tensely freezes, letting Brand pet him.
Eventually Mirinn falls silent, doing some breathing exercises to calm down.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Hello.... rusty" he grumbled, forcing a smile.
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