"Oh? The accent, perhaps? Slightly less 'refined' sounding normally?"
“Of course! Us rich folk have to be proper at all times, even when hating the poor.”
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“As smart as you a beautiful. I simply think you wouldn’t have ever heard of it, though it’s always fine to try. I’m from Florida, though I don’t have the accent.”
A brick falls on his head.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“As smart as you a beautiful. I simply think you wouldn’t have ever heard of it, though it’s always fine to try. I’m from Florida, though I don’t have the accent.”
A brick falls on his head.
He rubs his head and puts the brick in his backpack.
Outside the tavern, there’s a soft thump as a draconic creature lands, gently and quietly. It’s around the size of a conventional young adult dragon, and covered in gleaming, brassy scales. Though its neck it around average length, it’s unusually slim for a dragon of its size, and has an unusually long and whip-like tail, tapering to what looks to be no thicker than a child’s wrist. It has a single horn which aligns almost perfectly with the angle of its snout, and a large crest of further, sand-coloured spikes running down its spine. Its white, dark-pupilled eyes are large and slitted in the light, and half-closed as it stretches, catlike, and flaps its short and broad wings - obviously built for power and lift. An almost pied pattern of dark patches ripple up its forelegs, either from age or old marks of some kind. Its snout is similarly short and powerful, designed for biting through things rather than latching onto them.
Downstairs a flash of light can be seen, before subsiding to reveal a figure holding a staff. She appears to be elven with slightly messy blonde hair and blue eyes, with a black owl holding a knife sitting on top of her staff
A red tiefling just watches them, He is playing his lute quietly, with a slight grin on his face. He has a empty mug to his side and is dressed in beautiful yet simple attire.
She stares back a moment "Is there something interesting behind me or something?"
He shrugs “You could say that, but I don’t want to be vulgar. Nice to meet you, I’m Damian.”
"Spoken like someone who likes living on the edge of being hit with a staff... Names Enethia."
He gives a light smirk “Looks like someone knows what they’re talking about. Haven’t seen you around here, welcome. Or maybe you’re just visiting again.”
"New to this place. But definitely not new to the nexus taverns as a whole. Ive made a few rounds through the various safety fields. Where do you come from? How much experience do you have in the taverns?"
“I don’t as much as I should. I don’t think you’d know where I’m from. How about you?”
"Ive been in the taverns for a few years now. As for where Im from? I dont think itd be wise to answer a question you werent willing to"
“As smart as you a beautiful. I simply think you wouldn’t have ever heard of it, though it’s always fine to try. I’m from Florida, though I don’t have the accent.”
*As a floridian, our accent is 'Florida/Southern Man' or 'Random American'. And its surprisingly more of the second* "And would that be a world, a kingdom, a territory or a city?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Oh? The accent, perhaps? Slightly less 'refined' sounding normally?"
“Of course! Us rich folk have to be proper at all times, even when hating the poor.”
"Oh, thats the most important time to be proper! How else will you show people like me how much more amazing those who are noble are?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Flibbertgibbet snuffles under his hand. Amlekh frowns. “Balran.. what? The job.. was to slay a dragon..”
Kosa smiles and continues to pet it. “Dragon slaying? That’s highly illegal. As for Balra, it’s likely the quickest way to make money, but it’s essentially a meat grinder. Difficulty-wise.”
“It’s less the legal.. than the moral.. that concerns me. Dragons are people. I cannot trade the life of a dragon for the life of my cousin.” Amlekh’s voice has grown stronger, steadier - in an oddly short space of time.
*finally introing for the character I've been working on :>*
A young man walks into town, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He stands a bit over 6ft tall, a head shaggy brown hair with dull green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His outfit seems a little odd, being some kind of foreign uniform (a history or perception check if wanted for different aspects of this outfit). The sleeves are rolled up, which show scars lacing along different sections of their body, seemingly forming a pattern of different wounds from a variety of weapons. They look around for a moment, walking down the cobblestone path with a small smile on his face
The guy that fell through the portal straight through a table stands up and dusts himself off. “Oh. Well this looks friendly enough.” He waves. “Hey.”
"Evening." He gives a nod towards them, "You normally travel through wormholes?"
A thunder-like noise is heard outside, followed by a crackling buzz and... A choir? Heavenly song floats into the tavern, bringing a feeling of hope, then chills. Joy, then sorrow. Emotions swinging back and forth as something feels to be pulling people's minds outside..
Amlekh timewarp! They stand in the doorframe, leaning against it as though exhausted, and wait for the feeling to subside.
Amlekh sees something outside. Or... Two somethings? Two inky black orbs of void space, filled with twinkling stars. They seem to approach him, flying over slowly A... Mind. Thoughts. Knowledge. Feelings. I know, sister...
Hello? I’m meeting all kinds today. Amlekh seems less unnerved than they should be. Sister?
Speaking to her And speaking back to her He notices this is actually... 2 beings? Their voice, which is the same, sounds somewhat familiar We need you Your mind Tell us who we are
Well.. I don’t actually know who the two of you are.. though you are familiar, to me. Have we met before..? Amlekh steps away from the doorframe and looks at the void spaces more intently.
We are echos. From across the multiverse One of us is wind, the other is flame One of us is joy, the other fear One of us is creation, the other deep self-reflection I am I, and I am one of those two I am A, and I am the other If you know our echo, you can reveal the truth to us
They speak simultaneously: Which of us is flame, reflection and fear? Which is creation, wind and joy?
I suppose it does not matter which of you is either. The beginnings and endings of things are ultimately very similar.. in their emptiness.
You must choose. We are... Beings of thought. Concepts. We cannot exist without one of those definitions. And we cannot choose. A mind must. Thought. Feeling
The second of you to first speak to me is flame, reflection and fear. All of those must always be part of a reaction. The first of you to speak to me is creation, wind and joy. Those are things which are independent - not reliant on any one influence for their existence.
Then it is decided For these versions of us, I, Ilheia will be nightmare And I, Aiehli, shall be nightpegasi Together: Two sides of dream, one in purpose
These void spheres then begin to change shape, becoming shaped more like hearts, that seem to pump a strange colored dust rather than blood. Around these hearts, 2 smiling figures take form back to back. They seem to be identical, with ankle length hair and elegant clothing, though ones hair is black and decorated with brightly colored flowers and ribbons, and the other has empty brown hair
Well.. hello. You look distinctly less intimidating now. Amlekh smiles, a little confused.
*finally introing for the character I've been working on :>*
A young man walks into town, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He stands a bit over 6ft tall, a head shaggy brown hair with dull green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His outfit seems a little odd, being some kind of foreign uniform (a history or perception check if wanted for different aspects of this outfit). The sleeves are rolled up, which show scars lacing along different sections of their body, seemingly forming a pattern of different wounds from a variety of weapons. They look around for a moment, walking down the cobblestone path with a small smile on his face
E looks over, taking a quick look at the uniform History: 27
It's an infantry uniform of a distant kingdom, though it's missing the usual patches of rank
“As smart as you a beautiful. I simply think you wouldn’t have ever heard of it, though it’s always fine to try. I’m from Florida, though I don’t have the accent.”
A brick falls on his head.
He rubs his head and puts the brick in his backpack.
A voice sounds in his head. That’s my sister. She has a boyfriend.
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A thunder-like noise is heard outside, followed by a crackling buzz and... A choir? Heavenly song floats into the tavern, bringing a feeling of hope, then chills. Joy, then sorrow. Emotions swinging back and forth as something feels to be pulling people's minds outside..
Amlekh timewarp! They stand in the doorframe, leaning against it as though exhausted, and wait for the feeling to subside.
Amlekh sees something outside. Or... Two somethings? Two inky black orbs of void space, filled with twinkling stars. They seem to approach him, flying over slowly A... Mind. Thoughts. Knowledge. Feelings. I know, sister...
Hello? I’m meeting all kinds today. Amlekh seems less unnerved than they should be. Sister?
Speaking to her And speaking back to her He notices this is actually... 2 beings? Their voice, which is the same, sounds somewhat familiar We need you Your mind Tell us who we are
Well.. I don’t actually know who the two of you are.. though you are familiar, to me. Have we met before..? Amlekh steps away from the doorframe and looks at the void spaces more intently.
We are echos. From across the multiverse One of us is wind, the other is flame One of us is joy, the other fear One of us is creation, the other deep self-reflection I am I, and I am one of those two I am A, and I am the other If you know our echo, you can reveal the truth to us
They speak simultaneously: Which of us is flame, reflection and fear? Which is creation, wind and joy?
I suppose it does not matter which of you is either. The beginnings and endings of things are ultimately very similar.. in their emptiness.
You must choose. We are... Beings of thought. Concepts. We cannot exist without one of those definitions. And we cannot choose. A mind must. Thought. Feeling
The second of you to first speak to me is flame, reflection and fear. All of those must always be part of a reaction. The first of you to speak to me is creation, wind and joy. Those are things which are independent - not reliant on any one influence for their existence.
Then it is decided For these versions of us, I, Ilheia will be nightmare And I, Aiehli, shall be nightpegasi Together: Two sides of dream, one in purpose
These void spheres then begin to change shape, becoming shaped more like hearts, that seem to pump a strange colored dust rather than blood. Around these hearts, 2 smiling figures take form back to back. They seem to be identical, with ankle length hair and elegant clothing, though ones hair is black and decorated with brightly colored flowers and ribbons, and the other has empty brown hair
Well.. hello. You look distinctly less intimidating now. Amlekh smiles, a little confused.
I: "Why thank you!! Whats your name?"
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Outside the tavern, there’s a soft thump as a draconic creature lands, gently and quietly. It’s around the size of a conventional young adult dragon, and covered in gleaming, brassy scales. Though its neck it around average length, it’s unusually slim for a dragon of its size, and has an unusually long and whip-like tail, tapering to what looks to be no thicker than a child’s wrist. It has a single horn which aligns almost perfectly with the angle of its snout, and a large crest of further, sand-coloured spikes running down its spine. Its white, dark-pupilled eyes are large and slitted in the light, and half-closed as it stretches, catlike, and flaps its short and broad wings - obviously built for power and lift. An almost pied pattern of dark patches ripple up its forelegs, either from age or old marks of some kind. Its snout is similarly short and powerful, designed for biting through things rather than latching onto them.
Tosu gasps. “What the horse… I’ve never seen that kind of dragon before.”
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"Oh? The accent, perhaps? Slightly less 'refined' sounding normally?"
“Of course! Us rich folk have to be proper at all times, even when hating the poor.”
"Oh, thats the most important time to be proper! How else will you show people like me how much more amazing those who are noble are?"
“Yes, yes, I’m glad you understand. Now, peasant Enethia, go fetch me some grapes!”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Flibbertgibbet snuffles under his hand. Amlekh frowns. “Balran.. what? The job.. was to slay a dragon..”
Kosa smiles and continues to pet it. “Dragon slaying? That’s highly illegal. As for Balra, it’s likely the quickest way to make money, but it’s essentially a meat grinder. Difficulty-wise.”
“It’s less the legal.. than the moral.. that concerns me. Dragons are people. I cannot trade the life of a dragon for the life of my cousin.” Amlekh’s voice has grown stronger, steadier - in an oddly short space of time.
“You don’t have to do that. There may be other ways to get the money you need.” He pauses. “How much time do you have?” Kosa looks concerned, a slight frown on his face.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*finally introing for the character I've been working on :>*
A young man walks into town, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He stands a bit over 6ft tall, a head shaggy brown hair with dull green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His outfit seems a little odd, being some kind of foreign uniform (a history or perception check if wanted for different aspects of this outfit). The sleeves are rolled up, which show scars lacing along different sections of their body, seemingly forming a pattern of different wounds from a variety of weapons. They look around for a moment, walking down the cobblestone path with a small smile on his face
E looks over, taking a quick look at the uniform History: 27
It's an infantry uniform of a distant kingdom, though it's missing the usual patches of rank
No rank, soldier?
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*finally introing for the character I've been working on :>*
A young man walks into town, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He stands a bit over 6ft tall, a head shaggy brown hair with dull green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His outfit seems a little odd, being some kind of foreign uniform (a history or perception check if wanted for different aspects of this outfit). The sleeves are rolled up, which show scars lacing along different sections of their body, seemingly forming a pattern of different wounds from a variety of weapons. They look around for a moment, walking down the cobblestone path with a small smile on his face
The guy that fell through the portal straight through a table stands up and dusts himself off. “Oh. Well this looks friendly enough.” He waves. “Hey.”
"Evening." He gives a nod towards them, "You normally travel through wormholes?"
“Unfortunately yes. I don’t really have control over them.” He sighs. “No idea where I am now though.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*finally introing for the character I've been working on :>*
A young man walks into town, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He stands a bit over 6ft tall, a head shaggy brown hair with dull green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His outfit seems a little odd, being some kind of foreign uniform (a history or perception check if wanted for different aspects of this outfit). The sleeves are rolled up, which show scars lacing along different sections of their body, seemingly forming a pattern of different wounds from a variety of weapons. They look around for a moment, walking down the cobblestone path with a small smile on his face
E looks over, taking a quick look at the uniform History: 27
It's an infantry uniform of a distant kingdom, though it's missing the usual patches of rank
No rank, soldier?
He pauses for a second, "Well, this far from home it doesn't matter does it?"
*finally introing for the character I've been working on :>*
A young man walks into town, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He stands a bit over 6ft tall, a head shaggy brown hair with dull green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His outfit seems a little odd, being some kind of foreign uniform (a history or perception check if wanted for different aspects of this outfit). The sleeves are rolled up, which show scars lacing along different sections of their body, seemingly forming a pattern of different wounds from a variety of weapons. They look around for a moment, walking down the cobblestone path with a small smile on his face
The guy that fell through the portal straight through a table stands up and dusts himself off. “Oh. Well this looks friendly enough.” He waves. “Hey.”
"Evening." He gives a nod towards them, "You normally travel through wormholes?"
“Unfortunately yes. I don’t really have control over them.” He sighs. “No idea where I am now though.”
"You're in a hub town from what I know. Was a high reccomendation on my maps." He smiles
"Oh? The accent, perhaps? Slightly less 'refined' sounding normally?"
“Of course! Us rich folk have to be proper at all times, even when hating the poor.”
"Oh, thats the most important time to be proper! How else will you show people like me how much more amazing those who are noble are?"
“Yes, yes, I’m glad you understand. Now, peasant Enethia, go fetch me some grapes!”
"Ah, yes sir! Only the finest!" She minor illusions a rotten bunch of grapes
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“Of course! Us rich folk have to be proper at all times, even when hating the poor.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A brick falls on his head.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He rubs his head and puts the brick in his backpack.
Outside the tavern, there’s a soft thump as a draconic creature lands, gently and quietly. It’s around the size of a conventional young adult dragon, and covered in gleaming, brassy scales. Though its neck it around average length, it’s unusually slim for a dragon of its size, and has an unusually long and whip-like tail, tapering to what looks to be no thicker than a child’s wrist. It has a single horn which aligns almost perfectly with the angle of its snout, and a large crest of further, sand-coloured spikes running down its spine. Its white, dark-pupilled eyes are large and slitted in the light, and half-closed as it stretches, catlike, and flaps its short and broad wings - obviously built for power and lift. An almost pied pattern of dark patches ripple up its forelegs, either from age or old marks of some kind. Its snout is similarly short and powerful, designed for biting through things rather than latching onto them.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*As a floridian, our accent is 'Florida/Southern Man' or 'Random American'. And its surprisingly more of the second* "And would that be a world, a kingdom, a territory or a city?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Oh, thats the most important time to be proper! How else will you show people like me how much more amazing those who are noble are?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“It’s less the legal.. than the moral.. that concerns me. Dragons are people. I cannot trade the life of a dragon for the life of my cousin.” Amlekh’s voice has grown stronger, steadier - in an oddly short space of time.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Evening." He gives a nod towards them, "You normally travel through wormholes?"
Well.. hello. You look distinctly less intimidating now. Amlekh smiles, a little confused.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
It's an infantry uniform of a distant kingdom, though it's missing the usual patches of rank
A voice sounds in his head. That’s my sister. She has a boyfriend.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
I: "Why thank you!! Whats your name?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Tosu gasps. “What the horse… I’ve never seen that kind of dragon before.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Yes, yes, I’m glad you understand. Now, peasant Enethia, go fetch me some grapes!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“You don’t have to do that. There may be other ways to get the money you need.” He pauses. “How much time do you have?” Kosa looks concerned, a slight frown on his face.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
No rank, soldier?
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“Unfortunately yes. I don’t really have control over them.” He sighs. “No idea where I am now though.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He pauses for a second, "Well, this far from home it doesn't matter does it?"
"You're in a hub town from what I know. Was a high reccomendation on my maps." He smiles
"Ah, yes sir! Only the finest!" She minor illusions a rotten bunch of grapes
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)