William has opened up once more, the smell of fresh tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic wafting out from The Red Plate. He is currently working on something special in the back, his unseen servants assisting him as her prepared for the lunch rush. Patrons are currently having late breakfast at the moment. Almond and Italian Plum Tarts and omelettes sprinkled with Chorizo, Monterey Jack, and Yellow Onion.
Morgana is sitting outside in the field, simply doing nothing. Her eyes are closed but she is listening to the world as it lives and dies. Every little thing from the smallest microbe to the largest dragon.
William has opened up once more, the smell of fresh tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic wafting out from The Red Plate. He is currently working on something special in the back, his unseen servants assisting him as her prepared for the lunch rush. Patrons are currently having late breakfast at the moment. Almond and Italian Plum Tarts and omelettes sprinkled with Chorizo, Monterey Jack, and Yellow Onion.
Morgana is sitting outside in the field, simply doing nothing. Her eyes are closed but she is listening to the world as it lives and dies. Every little thing from the smallest microbe to the largest dragon.
Sytosc is among the patrons, enjoying his meal greatly.
Gregor is placing various cuts of raw venison into a barrel filled with marinade. There is a hole in the ground nearby, large enough to fit a couple of people in.
William has opened up once more, the smell of fresh tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic wafting out from The Red Plate. He is currently working on something special in the back, his unseen servants assisting him as her prepared for the lunch rush. Patrons are currently having late breakfast at the moment. Almond and Italian Plum Tarts and omelettes sprinkled with Chorizo, Monterey Jack, and Yellow Onion.
Morgana is sitting outside in the field, simply doing nothing. Her eyes are closed but she is listening to the world as it lives and dies. Every little thing from the smallest microbe to the largest dragon.
Sytosc is among the patrons, enjoying his meal greatly.
Gregor is placing various cuts of raw venison into a barrel filled with marinade. There is a hole in the ground nearby, large enough to fit a couple of people in.
William walks over and places an Eggplant Parmesan before him before walking back to assist a few customers.
Morgana looks over, tears streaming from her eyes. She wipes them away before smiling "What is the plan for today?" She asked.
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
William has opened up once more, the smell of fresh tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic wafting out from The Red Plate. He is currently working on something special in the back, his unseen servants assisting him as her prepared for the lunch rush. Patrons are currently having late breakfast at the moment. Almond and Italian Plum Tarts and omelettes sprinkled with Chorizo, Monterey Jack, and Yellow Onion.
Morgana is sitting outside in the field, simply doing nothing. Her eyes are closed but she is listening to the world as it lives and dies. Every little thing from the smallest microbe to the largest dragon.
Sytosc is among the patrons, enjoying his meal greatly.
Gregor is placing various cuts of raw venison into a barrel filled with marinade. There is a hole in the ground nearby, large enough to fit a couple of people in.
William walks over and places an Eggplant Parmesan before him before walking back to assist a few customers.
Morgana looks over, tears streaming from her eyes. She wipes them away before smiling "What is the plan for today?" She asked.
Sytosc smiles for the first time in ages. He tastes it, taking care to get every element in a single bite.
Gregor places the lid on the barrel. "Some large stags have been causing trouble. Mutants, I'm sure. I've got one here, but at least two others need to be..." One of his hyphae tastes the remnants of a tear on her face. He turns his head. "Are you alright, my queen?"
William has opened up once more, the smell of fresh tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic wafting out from The Red Plate. He is currently working on something special in the back, his unseen servants assisting him as her prepared for the lunch rush. Patrons are currently having late breakfast at the moment. Almond and Italian Plum Tarts and omelettes sprinkled with Chorizo, Monterey Jack, and Yellow Onion.
Morgana is sitting outside in the field, simply doing nothing. Her eyes are closed but she is listening to the world as it lives and dies. Every little thing from the smallest microbe to the largest dragon.
Sytosc is among the patrons, enjoying his meal greatly.
Gregor is placing various cuts of raw venison into a barrel filled with marinade. There is a hole in the ground nearby, large enough to fit a couple of people in.
William walks over and places an Eggplant Parmesan before him before walking back to assist a few customers.
Morgana looks over, tears streaming from her eyes. She wipes them away before smiling "What is the plan for today?" She asked.
Sytosc smiles for the first time in ages. He tastes it, taking care to get every element in a single bite.
Gregor places the lid on the barrel. "Some large stags have been causing trouble. Mutants, I'm sure. I've got one here, but at least two others need to be..." One of his hyphae tastes the remnants of a tear on her face. He turns his head. "Are you alright, my queen?"
William comes back after a moment and smiles "Good isn't it? My mother used to make it for me."
"Hm? Ah yes.. I am overly emotional you see, even I am amazed with what I have created some days. I listen to everyone and how they love and I am so proud of you all." She says and laughs lightly "I love you all so much."
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*RP there then?*
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.
*Sure*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*(SCREAMS AND HOLDS UP CROSS)*
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
*PRAYERS DON'T WORK IF YOU DON'T MEAN THEM*
*ADMIT IT, FOOL!*
*RECANT!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everybody the newbie has arrived*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
William has opened up once more, the smell of fresh tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic wafting out from The Red Plate. He is currently working on something special in the back, his unseen servants assisting him as her prepared for the lunch rush. Patrons are currently having late breakfast at the moment. Almond and Italian Plum Tarts and omelettes sprinkled with Chorizo, Monterey Jack, and Yellow Onion.
Morgana is sitting outside in the field, simply doing nothing. Her eyes are closed but she is listening to the world as it lives and dies. Every little thing from the smallest microbe to the largest dragon.
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
*N E V E R*
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
*Senshi!!!!*
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
Sytosc is among the patrons, enjoying his meal greatly.
Gregor is placing various cuts of raw venison into a barrel filled with marinade. There is a hole in the ground nearby, large enough to fit a couple of people in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William walks over and places an Eggplant Parmesan before him before walking back to assist a few customers.
Morgana looks over, tears streaming from her eyes. She wipes them away before smiling "What is the plan for today?" She asked.
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
*Bones help no one.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*DUDE THAT ANIME IS SO GOOD. ITS NOT FAIR. THE BOOKS ARE GOOD BUT THE ANIME IS *CHEFS KISS**
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
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Morgana looks over, worried.
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
Sytosc smiles for the first time in ages. He tastes it, taking care to get every element in a single bite.
Gregor places the lid on the barrel. "Some large stags have been causing trouble. Mutants, I'm sure. I've got one here, but at least two others need to be..." One of his hyphae tastes the remnants of a tear on her face. He turns his head. "Are you alright, my queen?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William comes back after a moment and smiles "Good isn't it? My mother used to make it for me."
"Hm? Ah yes.. I am overly emotional you see, even I am amazed with what I have created some days. I listen to everyone and how they love and I am so proud of you all." She says and laughs lightly "I love you all so much."
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
*I always wanted to read the books, but I wanted to finish the Toriko series first. I'm still on book 9 since I haven't had the time to buy more...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's how I got hooked on the anime. The manga is nice, has little end segments about how the monsters work.*
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
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo