Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
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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.
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
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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.
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
“If you see a sleeping animal, Let it sleep. Now put Fenrir down.” He slows his speech on those last few words, as he tilts the spear into a charging stance.
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
“If you see a sleeping animal, Let it sleep. Now put Fenrir down.” He slows his speech on those last few words, as he tilts the spear into a charging stance.
He carefully sets the little wolf down. “There. But keep in mind, I am a formidable opponent in combat, even when I’d prefer not to engage in senseless violence.”
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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.
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
“If you see a sleeping animal, Let it sleep. Now put Fenrir down.” He slows his speech on those last few words, as he tilts the spear into a charging stance.
He carefully sets the little wolf down. “There. But keep in mind, I am a formidable opponent in combat, even when I’d prefer not to engage in senseless violence.”
“So am I. Just don’t interrupt their naps, or grab them. I haven’t slept at all last night.”
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
“If you see a sleeping animal, Let it sleep. Now put Fenrir down.” He slows his speech on those last few words, as he tilts the spear into a charging stance.
He carefully sets the little wolf down. “There. But keep in mind, I am a formidable opponent in combat, even when I’d prefer not to engage in senseless violence.”
“So am I. Just don’t interrupt their naps, or grab them. I haven’t slept at all last night.”
“May I ask why?”
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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.
Sylvan has fallen asleep in the tavern, surrounded by sleeping wolf pups.
Ternikus is doing something illegal.
*how illegal?*
Cadmus quietly reaches over with its very long arms and picks up one of the pups, inspecting it closely.
*fight club illegal*
The pup wakes up, revealing a pair of red eyes, and starts to growl.
*ah so mauric probably wouldn’t be interested then*
“Curious specimen. I wonder what taxons you’re in?” It shows no fear, though it is an eight-foot-tall spiky death machine, so that might be expected.
*to pay for the fight club, he had to make dubious deals with mob bosses*
Some of the other pups wake up, most heading over to growl at you as well. One stays behind to try and wake Sylvan up.
*cool*
Cadmus looks down at all of them, somehow both endeared and condescending. “And what are all you going to do to me?”
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
“If you see a sleeping animal, Let it sleep. Now put Fenrir down.” He slows his speech on those last few words, as he tilts the spear into a charging stance.
He carefully sets the little wolf down. “There. But keep in mind, I am a formidable opponent in combat, even when I’d prefer not to engage in senseless violence.”
“So am I. Just don’t interrupt their naps, or grab them. I haven’t slept at all last night.”
“May I ask why?”
As you ask, one of the pups bark, sending out a concussive force that shatters a table full of silverware. “That’s why.”
“Why are you watching them? Are they not wild animals, magical as they may be? Or are they all demigods?”
“All children of Frella, goddess of the Neutral Moon and hunt.”
“…okay. I can watch them if you need sleep. As is my understanding, it can be important. And if you are unable to drift off, I can emit a paralytic gas.”
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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.
“Why are you watching them? Are they not wild animals, magical as they may be? Or are they all demigods?”
“All children of Frella, goddess of the Neutral Moon and hunt.”
“…okay. I can watch them if you need sleep. As is my understanding, it can be important. And if you are unable to drift off, I can emit a paralytic gas.”
“Why are you watching them? Are they not wild animals, magical as they may be? Or are they all demigods?”
“All children of Frella, goddess of the Neutral Moon and hunt.”
“…okay. I can watch them if you need sleep. As is my understanding, it can be important. And if you are unable to drift off, I can emit a paralytic gas.”
“That is not comforting in the slightest.”
“Why not?”
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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.
“Why are you watching them? Are they not wild animals, magical as they may be? Or are they all demigods?”
“All children of Frella, goddess of the Neutral Moon and hunt.”
“…okay. I can watch them if you need sleep. As is my understanding, it can be important. And if you are unable to drift off, I can emit a paralytic gas.”
“That is not comforting in the slightest.”
“Why not?”
“You just mentioned and threatened me with an ability you have that harms me and tried to make it sound reasonable, as if it’s normal.”
“Why are you watching them? Are they not wild animals, magical as they may be? Or are they all demigods?”
“All children of Frella, goddess of the Neutral Moon and hunt.”
“…okay. I can watch them if you need sleep. As is my understanding, it can be important. And if you are unable to drift off, I can emit a paralytic gas.”
“That is not comforting in the slightest.”
“Why not?”
“You just mentioned and threatened me with an ability you have that harms me and tried to make it sound reasonable, as if it’s normal.”
“I mean, knives can be used for heinous crimes, but they can also be used in culinary practice. It’s all in the application. I was trying to remedy your tiredness.”
(Jeb remains asleep)
The crab clacks his claws, starting to approach...
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."
“Are you quite well?”
Caramel climbs up onto the bar.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
No response...
The crab follows, easily climbing the vertical surface...
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."
“It’s what I will do if you don’t put Fenrir down.” Sylvan, fully awake, seemingly teleports right in front of you with a silver spear in hand. “Put the Demi-god down.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Thirteen sighs, and throws a stick at him.
Caramel restructures her paw into a flatter shape, and attempts to bat the crab down. STR: 10
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cadmus sighs. “A demigod. Sure. Seems just about everyone here has killed a god, is chosen by a god, is possessed by a god, or IS a god. I was under the impression these were ordinary wolf pups. I apologize.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Still, you should not have picked Fenrir up.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“How was I to know? Are my eyes that which can tell the might of another at a glance? Well, actually, they might be. Got to talk with him about that…” It muses, then realizes he still hasn’t put Fenrir down.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“If you see a sleeping animal, Let it sleep. Now put Fenrir down.” He slows his speech on those last few words, as he tilts the spear into a charging stance.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He carefully sets the little wolf down. “There. But keep in mind, I am a formidable opponent in combat, even when I’d prefer not to engage in senseless violence.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“So am I. Just don’t interrupt their naps, or grab them. I haven’t slept at all last night.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“May I ask why?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As you ask, one of the pups bark, sending out a concussive force that shatters a table full of silverware. “That’s why.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*cut*
“Why are you watching them? Are they not wild animals, magical as they may be? Or are they all demigods?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“All children of Frella, goddess of the Neutral Moon and hunt.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“…okay. I can watch them if you need sleep. As is my understanding, it can be important. And if you are unable to drift off, I can emit a paralytic gas.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That is not comforting in the slightest.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Why not?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You just mentioned and threatened me with an ability you have that harms me and tried to make it sound reasonable, as if it’s normal.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I mean, knives can be used for heinous crimes, but they can also be used in culinary practice. It’s all in the application. I was trying to remedy your tiredness.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.