So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
KK is nowhere to be seen. The door to the warehouse is ajar.
*Do you want any of mine?*
*Sure! I don't have a preference, though, so feel free to pick whoever.*
*Okay*
The Abomination walks into the Inn, or rather shambles there, taking a seat and beginning to drink some mead.
The Highwayman is looking for something to steal in the warehouse, just beginning to ransack.
Traitor waves at him with a clawed hand as he passes by.
The inside of the warehouse is filled with various paintings and sculptures and pottery and collages- almost every kind of art one can think off. All of it at least partly made, none of it fully complete. There is also a faint sound of music coming from the speakers of an unseen radio.
He sheepishly waves back to them, smiling at the Traitor softly before taking a seat.
He begins grabbing anything that looks more expensive, paintings for high quality that look more finished than others, putting them into his backpack and just making sure the residence don’t come back.
Her eyes light up a little bit more in response.
As he loots the warehouse's contents, the music on the radio gradually shifts to static. Then the static gets louder, and louder, until it becomes a near-deafening crackling hiss: So much sound it almost loops back around to being silence again. KK walks up behind the Highwayman. "Hellothere."
Cadel jumps
"oh hi there!"
he looks between the two others in the warehouse
"so ummm, do you want to play a game"
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Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
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)
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
*And here I was going to introduce the stoner*
*i'm still working on mine, cant decide what species between a fox or a mountain cat.*
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
*And here I was going to introduce the stoner*
*i'm still working on mine, cant decide what species between a fox or a mountain cat.*
*Mine was just a Tabaxi*
*Well, fine, I guess I can throw my stoner out, but only if Yuki gets attention too.*
*If you want to continue to work on it, I can wait.*
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
Riotan strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
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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.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
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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.
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
Riotan strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
"Hello, little one" Yuki says gently, adjusting her glasses. "Welcome to Aspen Cafe."
Riotan squints at her. “Oh. That’s what this place is?”
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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.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
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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
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(good evening)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Cadel jumps
"oh hi there!"
he looks between the two others in the warehouse
"so ummm, do you want to play a game"
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*better evening*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*I am now fully back :D*
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
*hi wendo*
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)
*Hiya Frya*
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
*And here I was going to introduce the stoner*
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
*Mine was just a Tabaxi*
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
*OH GOD EVERY TIME I GO TO A STAGE PERFORMANCE OF LITTLE WOMEN IT MAKES ME SOBBBBBBBB*
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 want to continue to work on it, I can wait.*
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 strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
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
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Riotan squints at her. “Oh. That’s what this place is?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
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