It reaches far enough to hit the ground outside the fireplace. He now notices that it's covered in short fur that was hard to see among the flames. The scars are still visible, though. "Can I... have a little help? Haven't manifested in ages..." Comes a woman's strained voice.
He gently takes her hand, pulling her free
It takes some effort, but eventually, he pulls out a large, golden boar woman. Her clothes are bright red and quite well-tailored but have obvious grease stains. She straightens her apron and pulls a red parasol from the flames. She huffs, wiping the sweat off her brow, before bowing deeply. "I am Abhurai Amedama, one of the Gourmet Spirits. I was going to manifest from the stove like I usually do, but they made it a lot smaller. Or I got a lot bigger. Maybe both." She stands up.
It reaches far enough to hit the ground outside the fireplace. He now notices that it's covered in short fur that was hard to see among the flames. The scars are still visible, though. "Can I... have a little help? Haven't manifested in ages..." Comes a woman's strained voice.
He gently takes her hand, pulling her free
It takes some effort, but eventually, he pulls out a large, golden boar woman. Her clothes are bright red and quite well-tailored but have obvious grease stains. She straightens her apron and pulls a red parasol from the flames. She huffs, wiping the sweat off her brow, before bowing deeply. "I am Abhurai Amedama, one of the Gourmet Spirits. I was going to manifest from the stove like I usually do, but they made it a lot smaller. Or I got a lot bigger. Maybe both." She stands up.
"My names Nick..." he says, staring up at her
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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.
It reaches far enough to hit the ground outside the fireplace. He now notices that it's covered in short fur that was hard to see among the flames. The scars are still visible, though. "Can I... have a little help? Haven't manifested in ages..." Comes a woman's strained voice.
He gently takes her hand, pulling her free
It takes some effort, but eventually, he pulls out a large, golden boar woman. Her clothes are bright red and quite well-tailored but have obvious grease stains. She straightens her apron and pulls a red parasol from the flames. She huffs, wiping the sweat off her brow, before bowing deeply. "I am Abhurai Amedama, one of the Gourmet Spirits. I was going to manifest from the stove like I usually do, but they made it a lot smaller. Or I got a lot bigger. Maybe both." She stands up.
"My names Nick..." he says, staring up at her
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
It reaches far enough to hit the ground outside the fireplace. He now notices that it's covered in short fur that was hard to see among the flames. The scars are still visible, though. "Can I... have a little help? Haven't manifested in ages..." Comes a woman's strained voice.
He gently takes her hand, pulling her free
It takes some effort, but eventually, he pulls out a large, golden boar woman. Her clothes are bright red and quite well-tailored but have obvious grease stains. She straightens her apron and pulls a red parasol from the flames. She huffs, wiping the sweat off her brow, before bowing deeply. "I am Abhurai Amedama, one of the Gourmet Spirits. I was going to manifest from the stove like I usually do, but they made it a lot smaller. Or I got a lot bigger. Maybe both." She stands up.
"My names Nick..." he says, staring up at her
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
The monk blinks, surprised. "O-oh, uhm, thank you.."
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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.
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
The monk blinks, surprised. "O-oh, uhm, thank you.."
She huffs again and flops down in a chair, nearly breaking it. "Wow, that took more out of me than I expected. So, Nick, how's life?"
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
*-slowly slides over-*
Theren watches from his garden
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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.
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
The monk blinks, surprised. "O-oh, uhm, thank you.."
She huffs again and flops down in a chair, nearly breaking it. "Wow, that took more out of me than I expected. So, Nick, how's life?"
"Uh, well, its okay." he says with a shrug.
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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.
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
The monk blinks, surprised. "O-oh, uhm, thank you.."
She huffs again and flops down in a chair, nearly breaking it. "Wow, that took more out of me than I expected. So, Nick, how's life?"
"Uh, well, its okay." he says with a shrug.
She sighs, playing with her parasol but careful not to open it. "That's good. Have you been keeping clean, loving your family, and eating well? Usually there are some rituals or something on that list, but turns out stove gods can't benefit much from nature rituals."
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
*-slowly slides over-*
Theren watches from his garden
Damian sings under his breath as he digs up weeds, not yet noticing Theren.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
The monk blinks, surprised. "O-oh, uhm, thank you.."
She huffs again and flops down in a chair, nearly breaking it. "Wow, that took more out of me than I expected. So, Nick, how's life?"
"Uh, well, its okay." he says with a shrug.
She sighs, playing with her parasol but careful not to open it. "That's good. Have you been keeping clean, loving your family, and eating well? Usually there are some rituals or something on that list, but turns out stove gods can't benefit much from nature rituals."
"Trying to."
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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.
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
*-slowly slides over-*
Theren watches from his garden
Damian sings under his breath as he digs up weeds, not yet noticing Theren.
Theren walks over and leans on the fence. "Nice garden."
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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.
She sighs, playing with her parasol but careful not to open it. "That's good. Have you been keeping clean, loving your family, and eating well? Usually there are some rituals or something on that list, but turns out stove gods can't benefit much from nature rituals."
"Trying to."
Her red eyes turn to look at him. "...You don't talk much, do you?"
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
*-slowly slides over-*
Theren watches from his garden
Damian sings under his breath as he digs up weeds, not yet noticing Theren.
Theren walks over and leans on the fence. "Nice garden."
He tries to pretend he isn't startled a bit "Thanks, I try my best. Do you want anything from it?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She sighs, playing with her parasol but careful not to open it. "That's good. Have you been keeping clean, loving your family, and eating well? Usually there are some rituals or something on that list, but turns out stove gods can't benefit much from nature rituals."
"Trying to."
Her red eyes turn to look at him. "...You don't talk much, do you?"
"Im not best at small talk.."
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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.
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
*-slowly slides over-*
Theren watches from his garden
Damian sings under his breath as he digs up weeds, not yet noticing Theren.
Theren walks over and leans on the fence. "Nice garden."
He tries to pretend he isn't startled a bit "Thanks, I try my best. Do you want anything from it?"
"Nah. I would never take from a fellow gardener."
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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.
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(Ah. Okidoke. Forget I was ever here. :P *Poofs out of existence-*)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
It takes some effort, but eventually, he pulls out a large, golden boar woman. Her clothes are bright red and quite well-tailored but have obvious grease stains. She straightens her apron and pulls a red parasol from the flames. She huffs, wiping the sweat off her brow, before bowing deeply. "I am Abhurai Amedama, one of the Gourmet Spirits. I was going to manifest from the stove like I usually do, but they made it a lot smaller. Or I got a lot bigger. Maybe both." She stands up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My names Nick..." he says, staring up at her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hey, Nick. Sorry if this is a bad time. I haven't had enough energy to manifest physically for... I don't know, 300 years. It's hard to keep track of big numbers. Anyway, for helping me..." She boops him on the forehead with her trotter-like hand. "A blessing."
For the next hour, Nick adds a d6 to all d20 rolls, or a d12 if it involves cooking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The monk blinks, surprised. "O-oh, uhm, thank you.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*My characters, unless someone wants to rp with a different character.*
Damian is working in his garden, wearing his gardening clothes, and planting some new carrots and lettuce for the chefs in the kitchen to use. Humming a song to himself.
Benimaru is drinking sake as he walks around the town, spinning his mop with one hand as he drinks from his gourd. His eyes are fully tired, nearly closed.
Grove is not napping like he usually is, and is instead practicing his fighting skills considering he hasn't in a long time. A martial art similar to Karate in origin, although he does implement a greatsword into the style.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She huffs again and flops down in a chair, nearly breaking it. "Wow, that took more out of me than I expected. So, Nick, how's life?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*-slowly slides over-*
Theren watches from his garden
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Uh, well, its okay." he says with a shrug.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning friends :>*
*BUDDY!!! -tackle hugs-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs, playing with her parasol but careful not to open it. "That's good. Have you been keeping clean, loving your family, and eating well? Usually there are some rituals or something on that list, but turns out stove gods can't benefit much from nature rituals."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damian sings under his breath as he digs up weeds, not yet noticing Theren.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Trying to."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren walks over and leans on the fence. "Nice garden."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh look, my favorite Bloodhunter.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Her red eyes turn to look at him. "...You don't talk much, do you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tries to pretend he isn't startled a bit "Thanks, I try my best. Do you want anything from it?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Im not best at small talk.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nah. I would never take from a fellow gardener."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.