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.
It picks up the toy, scrutinizing it. It then seems to relax. "Ah, thankfully, not quite a perfect resemblance. But still, very, very impressive. Do you possess devil's sight, or were you at Rotford in its prime? Either way, it's nice to meet one who has so much in common with me."
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.
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.
Rusty smiled, the shadow from his hat lifting to reveal his grey eyes. "I was hoping you remembered me. How have you been?"
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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.
Brand chuckles and kisses the top of Silver's head before standing up and walking away.
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.
Rusty smiled, the shadow from his hat lifting to reveal his grey eyes. "I was hoping you remembered me. How have you been?"
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.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and follows the smell.
It leads to the open door of the monster's room, where it and its first guest sit. "Come in, tiefling!" say a multitude of voices from the far end of the room. "The more the merrier!"
"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.
Brand chuckles and kisses the top of Silver's head before standing up and walking away.
Harbor smiles a bit "seeing you sad makes me sad"
Silver sits there, face as blue as a blueberry, physically frozen and flustered.
"I'm sorry, mon ami. I just... haven't been able to talk about it before, you know?"
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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.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and follows the smell.
It leads to the open door of the monster's room, where it and its first guest sit. "Come in, tiefling!" say a multitude of voices from the far end of the room. "The more the merrier!"
Kelipso see's rusty, the amount of toys, and the hunched crone. He bares his teeth and backs up "JASON. WHY DID YOU LEAVE DEMONS IN THE ATTIC"
"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.
Brand chuckles and kisses the top of Silver's head before standing up and walking away.
Harbor smiles a bit "seeing you sad makes me sad"
Silver sits there, face as blue as a blueberry, physically frozen and flustered.
"I'm sorry, mon ami. I just... haven't been able to talk about it before, you know?"
*Brand is the one character who can do what he wants and just walk away lol*
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.
It picks up the toy, scrutinizing it. It then seems to relax. "Ah, thankfully, not quite a perfect resemblance. But still, very, very impressive. Do you possess devil's sight, or were you at Rotford in its prime? Either way, it's nice to meet one who has so much in common with me."
*Note: the darkness in this room is magical.*
"Devil's sight, dear friend, I can see you very well. OH! How rude of me to not introduce myself!" He suddenly stands up and takes off his hat, revealing sharp, light grey colored eyes. "My name is Rusty, it is a pleasure to meet you." Rusty bows, holding his hat to his chest.
*It pierces both magical and nonmagical. >:D*
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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.
Rusty smiled, the shadow from his hat lifting to reveal his grey eyes. "I was hoping you remembered me. How have you been?"
"Good" he said and moved his arm back.
"Wonderful! I am glad you have been good." Rusty plucks the toy Gordon off the table and puts it back into his jacket. "I myself have been quite great as well. So much travelling, so many unique opportunities!"
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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.
Kelipso narrows his eyes and follows the smell.
It leads to the open door of the monster's room, where it and its first guest sit. "Come in, tiefling!" say a multitude of voices from the far end of the room. "The more the merrier!"
Kelipso see's rusty, the amount of toys, and the hunched crone. He bares his teeth and backs up "JASON. WHY DID YOU LEAVE DEMONS IN THE ATTIC"
*Hunched crone? Where did that come from?*
"I am no demon, tiefling. I simply accept what company I can get. Now, how about we eat? It's been a long time since I've had a meal this grand laid out before me."
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It picks up the toy, scrutinizing it. It then seems to relax. "Ah, thankfully, not quite a perfect resemblance. But still, very, very impressive. Do you possess devil's sight, or were you at Rotford in its prime? Either way, it's nice to meet one who has so much in common with me."
*Note: the darkness in this room is magical.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jason walks over if they're nearby, confused as to whats happening
Vivian watches curiously
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Kelipso narrows his eyes and follows the smell.
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
*ooo, interesting looking*
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*Soooo, has anyoe decided they want to do the poster thing?*
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Rusty smiled, the shadow from his hat lifting to reveal his grey eyes. "I was hoping you remembered me. How have you been?"
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*Lol Kelipso dislikes rusty because of terror towards him*
Kelipso looks like he is about to kill Rusty.
Brand is yawning a bit.
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
Brand chuckles and kisses the top of Silver's head before standing up and walking away.
Harbor smiles a bit "seeing you sad makes me sad"
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
"Hey, whats going on?" Jason asks casually
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"Good" he said and moved his arm 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
It leads to the open door of the monster's room, where it and its first guest sit. "Come in, tiefling!" say a multitude of voices from the far end of the room. "The more the merrier!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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Breathgiver of the Strugels
Silver sits there, face as blue as a blueberry, physically frozen and flustered.
"I'm sorry, mon ami. I just... haven't been able to talk about it before, you know?"
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"A.....friend... has come back..." he said through clenched teeth.
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 friend huh? Doesn't seem like you're happy though."
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 see's rusty, the amount of toys, and the hunched crone. He bares his teeth and backs up "JASON. WHY DID YOU LEAVE DEMONS IN THE ATTIC"
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
*Brand is the one character who can do what he wants and just walk away lol*
"Its ok, im glad you told me this"
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
"Devil's sight, dear friend, I can see you very well. OH! How rude of me to not introduce myself!" He suddenly stands up and takes off his hat, revealing sharp, light grey colored eyes. "My name is Rusty, it is a pleasure to meet you." Rusty bows, holding his hat to his chest.
*It pierces both magical and nonmagical. >:D*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Im. Not"
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
"Wonderful! I am glad you have been good." Rusty plucks the toy Gordon off the table and puts it back into his jacket. "I myself have been quite great as well. So much travelling, so many unique opportunities!"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Hunched crone? Where did that come from?*
"I am no demon, tiefling. I simply accept what company I can get. Now, how about we eat? It's been a long time since I've had a meal this grand laid out before me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels