*I was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
*Riotan isn’t really that hard to scare off, Denji did it without even doing anything without being himself.*
*Felix stole a chunk of his life force and can use it as a voodoo doll of his very soul. Then he no-selled a wave of acid and a Dominate Person with ease.*
*Thats fun, honestly I remember when Felix was just a little cooking baby boy at level 5. Good to see how much he’s grown.*
"Most hunters I meet don't care. But maybe I only attract a bad breed. I don't know. You have a point, and it seems obvious when you say it, but a lot of monster slayers don't think about subsistence or the environment. They just want to collect their gold. I guess hunter isn't the proper term for them. I guess you could call them butchers, but that would be an insult to butchers. I don't want to say murderer, because they certainly aren't doing anything that bad... I guess I just think they should be kinder. Kindness takes a lot of work, but even animals can learn it, and what are we if we can't learn from the natural world? Ack, I'm rambling again." He sighs. "Hey, you hungry?"
Kinsley nods, "i've never had owl bear before."
"They're better than you'd expect. I'm going to make a lasagna first. Then what I like to call meat-lover's ratatouille. This is a large carcass, so expect big portions."
*Ima be honest, knowing their names doesn’t help, I know like two of them, whichever ones you think are best.*
*Hmm. Here.*
A gallion ship has pulled into harbor, a whaling ship named the 'Kingfisher'. It's Captain is the ruthless hunter named Isaiah. He has short dirty blonde hair, wears full leather armor and a cold weather clothes underneath.
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
“Well I’m getting just about sick of this guy! He thinks he can order us around because he can cook souls or whatever, but we shouldn’t stand for it! We just need to find someone who he’s never faced before. I saw he had some kind of book, and he’s probably written down all kinds of stuff about us already. But if it’s someone he’s never encountered, we might have a fighting chance.”
“Nnnnnnnnope. But what’s that thing you’ve got there? Some kinda staff?”
"There is a way to get him to leave but it requires a... Gods intervention. I know for a fact he worships the gods of hospitality. Perhaps, if we killed them off, we could get him to leave.' she chuckles.
"No." He grumbles "It's a customized shotgun, made 'er myself."
*Ima be honest, knowing their names doesn’t help, I know like two of them, whichever ones you think are best.*
*Hmm. Here.*
A gallion ship has pulled into harbor, a whaling ship named the 'Kingfisher'. It's Captain is the ruthless hunter named Isaiah. He has short dirty blonde hair, wears full leather armor and a cold weather clothes underneath.
A little boy in green shorts and a T shirt is fishing and kicking his feet like a child does, humming to himself as he does so, he has black spiky hair, and the air around seems to heavy.
"Most hunters I meet don't care. But maybe I only attract a bad breed. I don't know. You have a point, and it seems obvious when you say it, but a lot of monster slayers don't think about subsistence or the environment. They just want to collect their gold. I guess hunter isn't the proper term for them. I guess you could call them butchers, but that would be an insult to butchers. I don't want to say murderer, because they certainly aren't doing anything that bad... I guess I just think they should be kinder. Kindness takes a lot of work, but even animals can learn it, and what are we if we can't learn from the natural world? Ack, I'm rambling again." He sighs. "Hey, you hungry?"
Kinsley nods, "i've never had owl bear before."
"They're better than you'd expect. I'm going to make a lasagna first. Then what I like to call meat-lover's ratatouille. This is a large carcass, so expect big portions."
"Hm..." Kinsley is deep in thought for a second, "OH YEAH! I came here to mostly try to recruit you by the way. We can discuss it as we eat if you're at all interested in joining a guild."
*Ima be honest, knowing their names doesn’t help, I know like two of them, whichever ones you think are best.*
*Hmm. Here.*
A gallion ship has pulled into harbor, a whaling ship named the 'Kingfisher'. It's Captain is the ruthless hunter named Isaiah. He has short dirty blonde hair, wears full leather armor and a cold weather clothes underneath.
A little boy in green shorts and a T shirt is fishing and kicking his feet like a child does, humming to himself as he does so, he has black spiky hair, and the air around seems to heavy.
Isaiah spares him a glance before barking orders to his men to unpack the meat from the lastest kill.
Felix walks over and looks at the doves, his expression dull. He opens his thick journal and begins reading through it. After a bit, he looks up. "Are those monstrosities? I haven't seen them before."
"Nope. I can assure you that these are no monstrosities in the slightest." She chuckles.
He closes his book. "Aw, I like monstrosities. They're so cool and taste amazing. So what are they? They can't be fiends, since you tamed them, and they don't look much like aberrations or undead. That means I don't have any idea what they are, basically."
Felix walks over and looks at the doves, his expression dull. He opens his thick journal and begins reading through it. After a bit, he looks up. "Are those monstrosities? I haven't seen them before."
"Nope. I can assure you that these are no monstrosities in the slightest." She chuckles.
He closes his book. "Aw, I like monstrosities. They're so cool and taste amazing. So what are they? They can't be fiends, since you tamed them, and they don't look much like aberrations or undead. That means I don't have any idea what they are, basically."
She chuckles "Isn't that the fun though? Keeps you guessing, strives for you to reach that information." She leans forward from where she sits.
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
“Well I’m getting just about sick of this guy! He thinks he can order us around because he can cook souls or whatever, but we shouldn’t stand for it! We just need to find someone who he’s never faced before. I saw he had some kind of book, and he’s probably written down all kinds of stuff about us already. But if it’s someone he’s never encountered, we might have a fighting chance.”
“Nnnnnnnnope. But what’s that thing you’ve got there? Some kinda staff?”
"There is a way to get him to leave but it requires a... Gods intervention. I know for a fact he worships the gods of hospitality. Perhaps, if we killed them off, we could get him to leave.' she chuckles.
"No." He grumbles "It's a customized shotgun, made 'er myself."
Riotan smirks. “That could work well. But we need more information. Maybe we could steal his bestiary thing.”
“What’s a shotgun.”
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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.
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
“Well I’m getting just about sick of this guy! He thinks he can order us around because he can cook souls or whatever, but we shouldn’t stand for it! We just need to find someone who he’s never faced before. I saw he had some kind of book, and he’s probably written down all kinds of stuff about us already. But if it’s someone he’s never encountered, we might have a fighting chance.”
“Nnnnnnnnope. But what’s that thing you’ve got there? Some kinda staff?”
"There is a way to get him to leave but it requires a... Gods intervention. I know for a fact he worships the gods of hospitality. Perhaps, if we killed them off, we could get him to leave.' she chuckles.
"No." He grumbles "It's a customized shotgun, made 'er myself."
Riotan smirks. “That could work well. But we need more information. Maybe we could steal his bestiary thing.”
“What’s a shotgun.”
"Perhaps.. maybe we could use that one cook to use against him but it is unlikely as they are close."
"Most hunters I meet don't care. But maybe I only attract a bad breed. I don't know. You have a point, and it seems obvious when you say it, but a lot of monster slayers don't think about subsistence or the environment. They just want to collect their gold. I guess hunter isn't the proper term for them. I guess you could call them butchers, but that would be an insult to butchers. I don't want to say murderer, because they certainly aren't doing anything that bad... I guess I just think they should be kinder. Kindness takes a lot of work, but even animals can learn it, and what are we if we can't learn from the natural world? Ack, I'm rambling again." He sighs. "Hey, you hungry?"
Kinsley nods, "i've never had owl bear before."
"They're better than you'd expect. I'm going to make a lasagna first. Then what I like to call meat-lover's ratatouille. This is a large carcass, so expect big portions."
"Hm..." Kinsley is deep in thought for a second, "OH YEAH! I came here to mostly try to recruit you by the way. We can discuss it as we eat if you're at all interested in joining a guild."
"Alright, Sure. Also, you run the tavern, right? I've been setting up blessings on it. I hope you don't mind. No wards, but buffs."
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
“Well I’m getting just about sick of this guy! He thinks he can order us around because he can cook souls or whatever, but we shouldn’t stand for it! We just need to find someone who he’s never faced before. I saw he had some kind of book, and he’s probably written down all kinds of stuff about us already. But if it’s someone he’s never encountered, we might have a fighting chance.”
“Nnnnnnnnope. But what’s that thing you’ve got there? Some kinda staff?”
"There is a way to get him to leave but it requires a... Gods intervention. I know for a fact he worships the gods of hospitality. Perhaps, if we killed them off, we could get him to leave.' she chuckles.
"No." He grumbles "It's a customized shotgun, made 'er myself."
Riotan smirks. “That could work well. But we need more information. Maybe we could steal his bestiary thing.”
“What’s a shotgun.”
"Perhaps.. maybe we could use that one cook to use against him but it is unlikely as they are close."
"Weapon kid." He grumbles
“I could impersonate him! My shapechanging is pretty accurate if I do say so myself.” He shakes his head as if trying to ward off gnats, and all of his scales fall onto the floor, revealing a completely perfect replica of Stroth Blackwood underneath. “Think I could pull it off?”
“I’m in my 760s, and I know that.” She gestures to the innumerable tools, armor pieces, and implements of war surrounding her campsite.
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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.
*Thats fun, honestly I remember when Felix was just a little cooking baby boy at level 5. Good to see how much he’s grown.*
*Oh hey Salem, I’m be on later, I gtg soon though.*
"They're better than you'd expect. I'm going to make a lasagna first. Then what I like to call meat-lover's ratatouille. This is a large carcass, so expect big portions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*OH GOD IT’S CAFFEINATED FOX TIME, THIS IS THE MOMENT I’VE TRAINED FOR, TAKE DEFENSIVE POSITIONS*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hmm. Here.*
A gallion ship has pulled into harbor, a whaling ship named the 'Kingfisher'. It's Captain is the ruthless hunter named Isaiah. He has short dirty blonde hair, wears full leather armor and a cold weather clothes underneath.
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
*AIM THE MORTARS EVERYONE! IT’S CAFFEINATED FOX TIME!*
"There is a way to get him to leave but it requires a... Gods intervention. I know for a fact he worships the gods of hospitality. Perhaps, if we killed them off, we could get him to leave.' she chuckles.
"No." He grumbles "It's a customized shotgun, made 'er myself."
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
A little boy in green shorts and a T shirt is fishing and kicking his feet like a child does, humming to himself as he does so, he has black spiky hair, and the air around seems to heavy.
"Hm..." Kinsley is deep in thought for a second, "OH YEAH! I came here to mostly try to recruit you by the way. We can discuss it as we eat if you're at all interested in joining a guild."
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Isaiah spares him a glance before barking orders to his men to unpack the meat from the lastest kill.
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
He closes his book. "Aw, I like monstrosities. They're so cool and taste amazing. So what are they? They can't be fiends, since you tamed them, and they don't look much like aberrations or undead. That means I don't have any idea what they are, basically."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles "Isn't that the fun though? Keeps you guessing, strives for you to reach that information." She leans forward from where she sits.
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
Riotan smirks. “That could work well. But we need more information. Maybe we could steal his bestiary thing.”
“What’s a shotgun.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*DEPLOY THE H-BOMBSSSSSSSS*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Perhaps.. maybe we could use that one cook to use against him but it is unlikely as they are close."
"Weapon kid." He grumbles
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
"Alright, Sure. Also, you run the tavern, right? I've been setting up blessings on it. I hope you don't mind. No wards, but buffs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I could impersonate him! My shapechanging is pretty accurate if I do say so myself.” He shakes his head as if trying to ward off gnats, and all of his scales fall onto the floor, revealing a completely perfect replica of Stroth Blackwood underneath. “Think I could pull it off?”
“I’m in my 760s, and I know that.” She gestures to the innumerable tools, armor pieces, and implements of war surrounding her campsite.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*of course mon ami*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.