Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
She doesn't hold him for much longer after he begins to sear her paw. "I have many kinds, from all the realms." she says gently.
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
"Not much can hurt me when in my domain... interesting. I forgive you, but you're in for one hell of a cuddle session. C'mon" She says, standing all the way up.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
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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.
Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
She doesn't hold him for much longer after he begins to sear her paw. "I have many kinds, from all the realms." she says gently.
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
"Not much can hurt me when in my domain... interesting. I forgive you, but you're in for one hell of a cuddle session. C'mon" She says, standing all the way up.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
*ummm,
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Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
She doesn't hold him for much longer after he begins to sear her paw. "I have many kinds, from all the realms." she says gently.
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
"Not much can hurt me when in my domain... interesting. I forgive you, but you're in for one hell of a cuddle session. C'mon" She says, standing all the way up.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
*ummm,
*yes?*
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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.
Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
She doesn't hold him for much longer after he begins to sear her paw. "I have many kinds, from all the realms." she says gently.
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
"Not much can hurt me when in my domain... interesting. I forgive you, but you're in for one hell of a cuddle session. C'mon" She says, standing all the way up.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
She looks down at him, brow furrowed. "So, what's the matter, little one? what troubles your little head?" She says, picking out her tea.
“I’m a snake. I don’t do good in the cold. And my marilith ran away.”
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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.
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
*[Old internet dialup noises] Good morning, everyone!*
*Hey! I'm working on a dragon character for my campaign at my coDM's suggestion. Basically we take turns running while the other person plays, and my coDM has been finding really cool modules that he wants to run so he hasn't gotten to play in a while. What makes it even worse is that Felix is utterly broken with the amount of passive durability he grants to the entire high-damage party, essentially making it so that we might as well be like 5 levels higher.*
*But I think I already told you about all that. The dragon thing is new, though, and I'm excited.*
*[Old internet dialup noises] Good morning, everyone!*
*Hey! I'm working on a dragon character for my campaign at my coDM's suggestion. Basically we take turns running while the other person plays, and my coDM has been finding really cool modules that he wants to run so he hasn't gotten to play in a while. What makes it even worse is that Felix is utterly broken with the amount of passive durability he grants to the entire high-damage party, essentially making it so that we might as well be like 5 levels higher.*
*But I think I already told you about all that. The dragon thing is new, though, and I'm excited.*
*That sounds cool! I'm glad you've found another character concept that makes you excited to play it!*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*[Old internet dialup noises] Good morning, everyone!*
*Hey! I'm working on a dragon character for my campaign at my coDM's suggestion. Basically we take turns running while the other person plays, and my coDM has been finding really cool modules that he wants to run so he hasn't gotten to play in a while. What makes it even worse is that Felix is utterly broken with the amount of passive durability he grants to the entire high-damage party, essentially making it so that we might as well be like 5 levels higher.*
*But I think I already told you about all that. The dragon thing is new, though, and I'm excited.*
*[Old internet dialup noises] Good morning, everyone!*
*Hey! I'm working on a dragon character for my campaign at my coDM's suggestion. Basically we take turns running while the other person plays, and my coDM has been finding really cool modules that he wants to run so he hasn't gotten to play in a while. What makes it even worse is that Felix is utterly broken with the amount of passive durability he grants to the entire high-damage party, essentially making it so that we might as well be like 5 levels higher.*
*But I think I already told you about all that. The dragon thing is new, though, and I'm excited.*
*That sounds cool! I'm glad you've found another character concept that makes you excited to play it!*
*Right now my idea is that:*
*1: they are not a true dragon. The class/race combo that my coDM suggested makes this clear. They were originally a mortal man, but were transformed into a dragon because*
*2: they were basically an early industrial-era baker. This means they were essentially bricked in and forced to work most of the day and night in a cramped bakehouse with no windows or ventilation to filter out the smog and flour adulterants. Their lungs were filled with coal, chalk, lye, and sawdust every day, but that wasn't enough. Their bosses needed a cheap and reliable way to keep the fires going.*
*So essentially Themberchaud with a tragic backstory.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ummm,
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*yes?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’m a snake. I don’t do good in the cold. And my marilith ran away.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Krail is near the inn.
Kharn is inside, at the bar, despite wearing a mask that he seems unwilling to take off under any circumstances.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Good morning you lot.*
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
(how are you)
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
*Greetings, my funky little worm!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*My next DND character (he's a dragon)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Dear Lord
.*
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
*[Old internet dialup noises] Good morning, everyone!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*[Tardis sound effect] Good Morrow!*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Hey! I'm working on a dragon character for my campaign at my coDM's suggestion. Basically we take turns running while the other person plays, and my coDM has been finding really cool modules that he wants to run so he hasn't gotten to play in a while. What makes it even worse is that Felix is utterly broken with the amount of passive durability he grants to the entire high-damage party, essentially making it so that we might as well be like 5 levels higher.*
*But I think I already told you about all that. The dragon thing is new, though, and I'm excited.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*How art thou this day?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*That sounds cool! I'm glad you've found another character concept that makes you excited to play it!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Here’s an entire third party source for playing dragons if you need it. https://online.anyflip.com/qkxdf/zhqx/mobile/index.html#google_vignette*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*good. Hiding from negativity (joke).*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Right now my idea is that:*
*1: they are not a true dragon. The class/race combo that my coDM suggested makes this clear. They were originally a mortal man, but were transformed into a dragon because*
*2: they were basically an early industrial-era baker. This means they were essentially bricked in and forced to work most of the day and night in a cramped bakehouse with no windows or ventilation to filter out the smog and flour adulterants. Their lungs were filled with coal, chalk, lye, and sawdust every day, but that wasn't enough. Their bosses needed a cheap and reliable way to keep the fires going.*
*So essentially Themberchaud with a tragic backstory.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels