<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
"Wow."
<As they say, the best friends in a jam are insane money-hungry pirates. I befriended a cannibal, a moss stag-chicken-dragon, and two dudes who were either dating or shared a soul, still don’t know. A crab witch cured my crayfish curse, and I was about to start a respectable drug trade when suddenly I’m here. And that’s it.> The fiddling concludes. <Thanks for lettin’ me talk so long, I- Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that crazy sun elf necromancer! He was nice.>
"Of course. Your story is rather...interesting."
<Why thank you! Can I interest you in some cheap hallucinogens or another story?>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
"Wow."
<As they say, the best friends in a jam are insane money-hungry pirates. I befriended a cannibal, a moss stag-chicken-dragon, and two dudes who were either dating or shared a soul, still don’t know. A crab witch cured my crayfish curse, and I was about to start a respectable drug trade when suddenly I’m here. And that’s it.> The fiddling concludes. <Thanks for lettin’ me talk so long, I- Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that crazy sun elf necromancer! He was nice.>
"Of course. Your story is rather...interesting."
<Why thank you! Can I interest you in some cheap hallucinogens or another story?>
"No thanks."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
"Wow."
<As they say, the best friends in a jam are insane money-hungry pirates. I befriended a cannibal, a moss stag-chicken-dragon, and two dudes who were either dating or shared a soul, still don’t know. A crab witch cured my crayfish curse, and I was about to start a respectable drug trade when suddenly I’m here. And that’s it.> The fiddling concludes. <Thanks for lettin’ me talk so long, I- Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that crazy sun elf necromancer! He was nice.>
"Of course. Your story is rather...interesting."
<Why thank you! Can I interest you in some cheap hallucinogens or another story?>
"No thanks."
<Fair enough. I’ll see you around.> Pch-Ptah heads off into the grounds around the inn, seeking engagement.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*mhm*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*nope, still wanna use deadly weapons*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I reccomend using them on your enemies*
*I want to use them on myself*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Why thank you! Can I interest you in some cheap hallucinogens or another story?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*nu, I do that please :<*
"No thanks."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*-slams head into desk and muffled screaming- whyyy*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Fair enough. I’ll see you around.> Pch-Ptah heads off into the grounds around the inn, seeking engagement.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*because you're awesome and death isn't awesome a lot of the time, and there's not really proof of an afterlife yet so it's kinda nit a good idea*
*-hugs-
*fineeeeeeee*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(:D)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*-hmph-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*So what are thy characters doing, Alaric?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(just accept that we like you alive lol)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*fine.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(thank you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*thank youuuuu qwq*
*characters I suppose*
Theren is outside wandering around.
Phoenix is cleaning his gear.
Leo is fixing Festus.
Hearthstone is hiding in the woods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Here's my list:
Kylar is vibing near the docks
Asher is having a high stakes gambling match against a noble in the tavern, he seems to be winning,
Cassandra is sat outside the tavern, her jellyfish familiar floating around
Jack is trying to convince the elven girl he's traveling with to wear a coat given the cold weather
Anastasius is practicing raising the dead out in the forest