*But thank you for the face squishes. I needed that. Makes me happy :3.*
*Who ya got to RP with?*
*Sorry for the slow response, I was researching cottagecore men's outfits for my latest boi. They're my first Fey character, and also my first genderfluid character. I may get some things wrong on both fronts.*
*But thank you for the face squishes. I needed that. Makes me happy :3.*
*Who ya got to RP with?*
*Sorry for the slow response, I was researching cottagecore men's outfits for my latest boi. They're my first Fey character, and also my first genderfluid character. I may get some things wrong on both fronts.*
Fischer is in the library, reading some books.
Sytosc is sitting outside the tavern.
*Will intro later*
*Can't wait! Anything I can do to help?*
A woman walks into the tavern library. She seems to pass through the other patrons with ease. She wears a large, wide-brimmed, black sunhat and a Victorian era, high-collar black dress. Her face is hidden under shadows but her piercing white eyes shine through the darkness. She tilts her head "Well well well. Never thought I see someone from Purgatory here." she said.
A woman walks into the tavern library. She seems to pass through the other patrons with ease. She wears a large, wide-brimmed, black sunhat and a Victorian era, high-collar black dress. Her face is hidden under shadows but her piercing white eyes shine through the darkness. She tilts her head "Well well well. Never thought I see someone from Purgatory here." she said.
*Actually, I think he's finished now. Mind if I override this to bring in the new person? I think your new(ish) character might be interesting to interact with for Solomon. Another Fey might be cool too, but pretty much everyone in the Feywild owes them something since they're the only successful banker on the entire plane*
A woman walks into the tavern library. She seems to pass through the other patrons with ease. She wears a large, wide-brimmed, black sunhat and a Victorian era, high-collar black dress. Her face is hidden under shadows but her piercing white eyes shine through the darkness. She tilts her head "Well well well. Never thought I see someone from Purgatory here." she said.
*Actually, I think he's finished now. Mind if I override this to bring in the new person? I think your new(ish) character might be interesting to interact with for Solomon. Another Fey might be cool too, but pretty much everyone in the Feywild owes them something since they're the only successful banker on the entire plane*
*Course! She is actually from Feywild but the Gloaming Court so hopefully they interact well!*
A woman walks into the tavern library. She seems to pass through the other patrons with ease. She wears a large, wide-brimmed, black sunhat and a Victorian era, high-collar black dress. Her face is hidden under shadows but her piercing white eyes shine through the darkness. She tilts her head "Well well well. Never thought I see someone from Purgatory here." she said.
Rillus looks over. He seems to find the book he's looking for and leans heavily on his staff.
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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.
A woman walks into the tavern library. She seems to pass through the other patrons with ease. She wears a large, wide-brimmed, black sunhat and a Victorian era, high-collar black dress. Her face is hidden under shadows but her piercing white eyes shine through the darkness. She tilts her head "Well well well. Never thought I see someone from Purgatory here." she said.
Rillus looks over. He seems to find the book he's looking for and leans heavily on his staff.
She looks over, her white eyes landing on him. "What are you looking at Signore?"
A humanoid wearing an intricately carved boar skull sits in the woods by the tavern, holding a Victorian-era briefcase. They are dressed fashionably and semi-formally, but nothing to write home about in either regard. Trousers, high-collared shirt, necktie, sweater, wool overcoat, flat cap. Other than the skull, they don't seem all that notable, but any fey that is part of any court will instantly recognize the scrimshaw: this is a particularly powerful archfey. Solomon Rathunas, the Archfey of Prosperity and Harvest.
A humanoid wearing an intricately carved boar skull sits in the woods by the tavern, holding a Victorian-era briefcase. They are dressed fashionably and semi-formally, but nothing to write home about in either regard. Trousers, high-collared shirt, necktie, sweater, wool overcoat, flat cap. Other than the skull, they don't seem all that notable, but any fey that is part of any court will instantly recognize the scrimshaw: this is a particularly powerful archfey. Solomon Rathunas, the Archfey of Prosperity and Harvest.
Madre delle tenebre hears the rustles of the shadows and grins, disappearing from the library and appear next to them. "Buona giornata! I thought my shadows heard someone arrive."
A humanoid wearing an intricately carved boar skull sits in the woods by the tavern, holding a Victorian-era briefcase. They are dressed fashionably and semi-formally, but nothing to write home about in either regard. Trousers, high-collared shirt, necktie, sweater, wool overcoat, flat cap. Other than the skull, they don't seem all that notable, but any fey that is part of any court will instantly recognize the scrimshaw: this is a particularly powerful archfey. Solomon Rathunas, the Archfey of Prosperity and Harvest.
Madre delle tenebre hears the rustles of the shadows and grins, disappearing from the library and appear next to them. "Buona giornata! I thought my shadows heard someone arrive."
They stand and bow, removing their cap. "I wasn't trying to be duplicitous, madame. There would be no point, with how incredibly perceptive and intelligent you and your shadows are."
A humanoid wearing an intricately carved boar skull sits in the woods by the tavern, holding a Victorian-era briefcase. They are dressed fashionably and semi-formally, but nothing to write home about in either regard. Trousers, high-collared shirt, necktie, sweater, wool overcoat, flat cap. Other than the skull, they don't seem all that notable, but any fey that is part of any court will instantly recognize the scrimshaw: this is a particularly powerful archfey. Solomon Rathunas, the Archfey of Prosperity and Harvest.
Madre delle tenebre hears the rustles of the shadows and grins, disappearing from the library and appear next to them. "Buona giornata! I thought my shadows heard someone arrive."
They stand and bow, removing their cap. "I wasn't trying to be duplicitous, madame. There would be no point, with how incredibly perceptive and intelligent you and your shadows are."
She grins "Coming from you, that is a compliment." She bows "But I do have a question, if you let me entertain you with it. Why are you here? Kicking up the dust to search for those who owe you?"
They stand and bow, removing their cap. "I wasn't trying to be duplicitous, madame. There would be no point, with how incredibly perceptive and intelligent you and your shadows are."
She grins "Coming from you, that is a compliment." She bows "But I do have a question, if you let me entertain you with it. Why are you here? Kicking up the dust to search for those who owe you?"
"Forgive me, but it is not foreclosure season yet. Due to personal issues, I have arrived simply for the purpose of making alliances. Most in the Feywild do not enjoy my company, as they feel that I am a significant threat to their day-to-day lives."
They stand and bow, removing their cap. "I wasn't trying to be duplicitous, madame. There would be no point, with how incredibly perceptive and intelligent you and your shadows are."
She grins "Coming from you, that is a compliment." She bows "But I do have a question, if you let me entertain you with it. Why are you here? Kicking up the dust to search for those who owe you?"
"Forgive me, but it is not foreclosure season yet. Due to personal issues, I have arrived simply for the purpose of making alliances. Most in the Feywild do not enjoy my company, as they feel that I am a significant threat to their day-to-day lives."
"Semplicemente non vedono che sei una parte vitale della comunità. Sono degli sciocchi ciechi." She huffed and folded her arms "They always are."
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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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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*....I will rip their soul out and scatter it amongst the ether I swear to-*
*Akjdnsnz, too many jerks in the world, scanning something wrong isnt a bad mistake, their just a ******!*
*Mornin' Y'all.*
Skriggle has his giant map out, and is inspecting part of it.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Rillus is still searching for something in the library.
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 morning*
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
*Heyo wendi*
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.
*Took me like 9 minutes to find this meme*
*(squishes your face)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I cant see the meme :.]*
*But thank you for the face squishes. I needed that. Makes me happy :3.*
*Who ya got to RP with?*
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
*Sorry for the slow response, I was researching cottagecore men's outfits for my latest boi. They're my first Fey character, and also my first genderfluid character. I may get some things wrong on both fronts.*
Fischer is in the library, reading some books.
Sytosc is sitting outside the tavern.
*Will intro later*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Can't wait! Anything I can do to help?*
A woman walks into the tavern library. She seems to pass through the other patrons with ease. She wears a large, wide-brimmed, black sunhat and a Victorian era, high-collar black dress. Her face is hidden under shadows but her piercing white eyes shine through the darkness. She tilts her head "Well well well. Never thought I see someone from Purgatory here." she said.
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
*Actually, I think he's finished now. Mind if I override this to bring in the new person? I think your new(ish) character might be interesting to interact with for Solomon. Another Fey might be cool too, but pretty much everyone in the Feywild owes them something since they're the only successful banker on the entire plane*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course! She is actually from Feywild but the Gloaming Court so hopefully they interact well!*
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
Rillus looks over. He seems to find the book he's looking for and leans heavily on his staff.
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.
She looks over, her white eyes landing on him. "What are you looking at Signore?"
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
*Awesome!*
A humanoid wearing an intricately carved boar skull sits in the woods by the tavern, holding a Victorian-era briefcase. They are dressed fashionably and semi-formally, but nothing to write home about in either regard. Trousers, high-collared shirt, necktie, sweater, wool overcoat, flat cap. Other than the skull, they don't seem all that notable, but any fey that is part of any court will instantly recognize the scrimshaw: this is a particularly powerful archfey. Solomon Rathunas, the Archfey of Prosperity and Harvest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Madre delle tenebre hears the rustles of the shadows and grins, disappearing from the library and appear next to them. "Buona giornata! I thought my shadows heard someone arrive."
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
They stand and bow, removing their cap. "I wasn't trying to be duplicitous, madame. There would be no point, with how incredibly perceptive and intelligent you and your shadows are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She grins "Coming from you, that is a compliment." She bows "But I do have a question, if you let me entertain you with it. Why are you here? Kicking up the dust to search for those who owe you?"
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
"Forgive me, but it is not foreclosure season yet. Due to personal issues, I have arrived simply for the purpose of making alliances. Most in the Feywild do not enjoy my company, as they feel that I am a significant threat to their day-to-day lives."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Semplicemente non vedono che sei una parte vitale della comunità. Sono degli sciocchi ciechi." She huffed and folded her arms "They always are."
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