A young Tiefling girl walks into the inn, leaving a trail of flowers, mushrooms, and moss where her feet touch the ground, which she doesn't seem to be aware of. She starts humming a happy tune.
"Hello!"
A young man, about 29 years old, walks up to them. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket. "Hello!"
*he looks almost like my PFP btw*
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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.
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
*tired cause I didn't get enough sleep, but still good. And sure :]* *here's my actives rn:*
Jason is making a wood carving outside the tavern
A caracal-like tabaxi in a mail shirt and white trousers cuffed at the knee carrying a wooden glaive and a very large bag approaches him. “Pardon me, but where might I be? I seem to have gotten lost.”
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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.
*tired cause I didn't get enough sleep, but still good. And sure :]* *here's my actives rn:*
Jason is making a wood carving outside the tavern
A caracal-like tabaxi in a mail shirt and white trousers cuffed at the knee carrying a wooden glaive and a very large bag approaches him. “Pardon me, but where might I be? I seem to have gotten lost.”
"Oh, this is the Lord's rest inn." He says with a soft smile. "Pretty much the center of town"
*tired cause I didn't get enough sleep, but still good. And sure :]* *here's my actives rn:*
Jason is making a wood carving outside the tavern
A caracal-like tabaxi in a mail shirt and white trousers cuffed at the knee carrying a wooden glaive and a very large bag approaches him. “Pardon me, but where might I be? I seem to have gotten lost.”
"Oh, this is the Lord's rest inn." He says with a soft smile. "Pretty much the center of town"
“A town? Jackpot! I can set up here!” He seems to realize he said this out loud. “Oh, sorry. I’m a chef, but I got evicted from my old restaurant. I was hoping to get past the mountains, but then I don’t know my geography well.”
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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.
*tired cause I didn't get enough sleep, but still good. And sure :]* *here's my actives rn:*
Jason is making a wood carving outside the tavern
A caracal-like tabaxi in a mail shirt and white trousers cuffed at the knee carrying a wooden glaive and a very large bag approaches him. “Pardon me, but where might I be? I seem to have gotten lost.”
"Oh, this is the Lord's rest inn." He says with a soft smile. "Pretty much the center of town"
“A town? Jackpot! I can set up here!” He seems to realize he said this out loud. “Oh, sorry. I’m a chef, but I got evicted from my old restaurant. I was hoping to get past the mountains, but then I don’t know my geography well.”
He chuckles and nods, "We could always use more chefs"
A young man, about 29 years old, walks up to them. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket. "Hello!"
*he looks almost like my PFP btw*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles at him.
"Who are you?"
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
*I'm going to assume your talking to Theren*
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
"names Nick." he says with a smile and a quick bow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yep*
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
*i gtg soon*
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
*good morning ya gremlins:>*
*HELLO*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hi there ^^*
*how are you doing? would you like to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*tired cause I didn't get enough sleep, but still good. And sure :]* *here's my actives rn:*
Argent is healing a group of injured people quietly
Jason is making a wood carving outside the tavern
Rory is performing his daily sermon, looking tired
A caracal-like tabaxi in a mail shirt and white trousers cuffed at the knee carrying a wooden glaive and a very large bag approaches him. “Pardon me, but where might I be? I seem to have gotten lost.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, this is the Lord's rest inn." He says with a soft smile. "Pretty much the center of town"
“A town? Jackpot! I can set up here!” He seems to realize he said this out loud. “Oh, sorry. I’m a chef, but I got evicted from my old restaurant. I was hoping to get past the mountains, but then I don’t know my geography well.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles and nods, "We could always use more chefs"
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“Sarcasm. There’s other chefs. There’s other restaurants. [gp] it.” The tabaxi’s tail flips back and forth agitatedly. “I’m Mauric, by the way.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He seems a little cobfused,since he wasn't being sarcastic, "I'm Jason."
“Mauric. Wait, said that already. Sorry. Can I interest you in a new culinary creation of mine?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(morning alaric)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Oh,I don't really... eat food, but I wouldn't mind seeing it" He nods