*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*shore*
*Who do you want to deal with?*
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
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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.
"Want help?" The man says, stooping down, poised to pick Blork up.
Blork goes still so that the man can pick it up
He grabs it, and places it on the platform. "And you?" he says, turning to Felicity.
Felicity nods politely and complies. (she's especially vulnerable to being manipulated) "I can manage" she hops up gingerly to the platform
"Now, the game is...S̶t̷i̵c̸k̴ ̸y̶o̶u̷r̵ ̷h̷e̴a̶d̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̷t̵h̶e̸ ̷c̴h̶a̶r̶g̸e̷ ̸s̸l̷o̵t̵,̴ ̴p̴i̷c̷k̴ ̴a̴ ̶n̸u̴m̶b̶e̸r̶ ̸b̷e̶t̴w̴e̴e̶n̸ ̴1̵ ̴a̸n̵d̸ ̵4̸,̴ ̴a̴n̴d̵ ̶i̵f̶ ̸y̶o̶u̸ ̷g̵u̸e̶s̸s̸ ̵t̸h̵e̴ ̷r̵i̸g̴h̵t̷ ̴o̵n̴e̵,̴ ̸I̷ ̶d̴o̶n̷'̸t̶ ̷d̷r̷o̷p̸ ̶t̶h̸e̵ ̷b̵l̸a̶d̷e̷.̸.. sounds fun, right?!" The man says, possible bleeding from his eye sockets.
"Well, i don't see what there is to lose. I'll play."
"We have a contestant, now, gently, careful you don't get splinters." he says, stepping aside for her.
she puts her head in, and due to her size it's a little awkward. if the blade came down, it'd take off a sizeable chunk of the back of her head.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*shore*
*Who do you want to deal with?*
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
*Given without issue.*
Shen is practicing his martial arts with a spectral version of what is assumed to be his assistant, deftly blocking and parrying strikes as they come, a calm smile on his face.
The Hellion is doing what she always is, training for the day when she must fight for her life, she’s lives through it before, and this time she will be able to fight, and not just run.
Damian is just chillin in the tavern, living his best life, still suffering from alcohol withdrawal, but moving through the symptoms by sheer force of will.
"Want help?" The man says, stooping down, poised to pick Blork up.
Blork goes still so that the man can pick it up
He grabs it, and places it on the platform. "And you?" he says, turning to Felicity.
Felicity nods politely and complies. (she's especially vulnerable to being manipulated) "I can manage" she hops up gingerly to the platform
"Now, the game is...S̶t̷i̵c̸k̴ ̸y̶o̶u̷r̵ ̷h̷e̴a̶d̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̷t̵h̶e̸ ̷c̴h̶a̶r̶g̸e̷ ̸s̸l̷o̵t̵,̴ ̴p̴i̷c̷k̴ ̴a̴ ̶n̸u̴m̶b̶e̸r̶ ̸b̷e̶t̴w̴e̴e̶n̸ ̴1̵ ̴a̸n̵d̸ ̵4̸,̴ ̴a̴n̴d̵ ̶i̵f̶ ̸y̶o̶u̸ ̷g̵u̸e̶s̸s̸ ̵t̸h̵e̴ ̷r̵i̸g̴h̵t̷ ̴o̵n̴e̵,̴ ̸I̷ ̶d̴o̶n̷'̸t̶ ̷d̷r̷o̷p̸ ̶t̶h̸e̵ ̷b̵l̸a̶d̷e̷.̸.. sounds fun, right?!" The man says, possible bleeding from his eye sockets.
"Well, i don't see what there is to lose. I'll play."
"We have a contestant, now, gently, careful you don't get splinters." he says, stepping aside for her.
she puts her head in, and due to her size it's a little awkward. if the blade came down, it'd take off a sizeable chunk of the back of her head.
"You agreed to play... pick a number, friend!"
"four"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*I do, pick your three faves of mine*
*I don’t really have favorites of yours, Saphuno is always a great time, but any others are fair game.*
*oh, I always pick favorites. Here are the fluffy goofs*
Saphuno is behind the tavern, forging something.
Reese is watering flowers in the public garden.
Lilac is sleeping in the sunny patch of grass by the entrance to the tavern
*I can’t really pick favorites, like everybody too much to.*
Damian is making sure his magic skills haven’t gotten too rusty nearby, which means massive explosions can be seen from where he’s presumed to be.
Shen the wood elf is meditating in the public garden, the plants seeming to lean towards him as he sits on his legs, soaking in the sun.
Ragnerious is making some steaming hot stew for the people around town to eat, the smell as wonderful as the taste.
She sighs, carrying her newly forged sword over to where he is. "Damian!"
"Hello, friend." she says, watering the plants around him. "How are you."
The scent hits her nose. "food..." She whimpers softly, dashing towards the source.
He’s surrounded by ash and dust, covered in sweat, wearing his old adventuring clothes. He smiles at her, wiping his brow “Hey, beautiful sword.” He pants.
Shen opens a single, piercing blue eye, his friendly voice saying “I’m doing quite well, not many people ask that anymore do they? How are you?”
Rag is handing out bowls to those in need, using the rare ingredients only people like him are able to get.
"Want help?" The man says, stooping down, poised to pick Blork up.
Blork goes still so that the man can pick it up
He grabs it, and places it on the platform. "And you?" he says, turning to Felicity.
Felicity nods politely and complies. (she's especially vulnerable to being manipulated) "I can manage" she hops up gingerly to the platform
"Now, the game is...S̶t̷i̵c̸k̴ ̸y̶o̶u̷r̵ ̷h̷e̴a̶d̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̷t̵h̶e̸ ̷c̴h̶a̶r̶g̸e̷ ̸s̸l̷o̵t̵,̴ ̴p̴i̷c̷k̴ ̴a̴ ̶n̸u̴m̶b̶e̸r̶ ̸b̷e̶t̴w̴e̴e̶n̸ ̴1̵ ̴a̸n̵d̸ ̵4̸,̴ ̴a̴n̴d̵ ̶i̵f̶ ̸y̶o̶u̸ ̷g̵u̸e̶s̸s̸ ̵t̸h̵e̴ ̷r̵i̸g̴h̵t̷ ̴o̵n̴e̵,̴ ̸I̷ ̶d̴o̶n̷'̸t̶ ̷d̷r̷o̷p̸ ̶t̶h̸e̵ ̷b̵l̸a̶d̷e̷.̸.. sounds fun, right?!" The man says, possible bleeding from his eye sockets.
"Well, i don't see what there is to lose. I'll play."
"We have a contestant, now, gently, careful you don't get splinters." he says, stepping aside for her.
she puts her head in, and due to her size it's a little awkward. if the blade came down, it'd take off a sizeable chunk of the back of her head.
"You agreed to play... pick a number, friend!"
"four"
"That is incorrect, my friend." He says solemnly.
"Oh, well." she braces for impact
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Blork "Blorks" seemingly upset about not going first. maybe.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
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 really isn’t true, but I won’t argue, you are the most reason I’m staying, knocked some sense into me.*
she puts her head in, and due to her size it's a little awkward. if the blade came down, it'd take off a sizeable chunk of the back of her head.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*If you still need some space, we won't blame you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
2
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Given without issue.*
Shen is practicing his martial arts with a spectral version of what is assumed to be his assistant, deftly blocking and parrying strikes as they come, a calm smile on his face.
The Hellion is doing what she always is, training for the day when she must fight for her life, she’s lives through it before, and this time she will be able to fight, and not just run.
Damian is just chillin in the tavern, living his best life, still suffering from alcohol withdrawal, but moving through the symptoms by sheer force of will.
"four"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He’s surrounded by ash and dust, covered in sweat, wearing his old adventuring clothes. He smiles at her, wiping his brow “Hey, beautiful sword.” He pants.
Shen opens a single, piercing blue eye, his friendly voice saying “I’m doing quite well, not many people ask that anymore do they? How are you?”
Rag is handing out bowls to those in need, using the rare ingredients only people like him are able to get.
"Oh, well." she braces for impact
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Every part of that sentence is concerning to me on some level.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Blork watches
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Dont worry about it, it’s not like I don’t have friends here to support me through the bad times. Right?*