"I counted three, but either way it's still more than we could eat in a day. I should be able to buy some actual clothes with what we'll earn from this. I'd suggest claiming any bits you want now, and we'll split the rest 50/50. Ooh, it feels good to say that! I haven't felt good about killing in over a hundred years!"
He shakes his head no, raising a hand “I ain’t need the money, you should take everythin’ you can end up gettin’. I’ll be fine without it. It does feel good to go on the hunt again without havin’ to kill nobody sentient.”
He chuckles. "Killing people is never fun. S'not meant to be. I think, and thi'is just my thought on the subject, God gave us murder so us strong folk would recognize how utterly insignificant we are. You can be as strong as the heavens' rage, but you'll never be more than just one man. You can be better, but you'll never be more impor'nt."
He nods "Ain't that right. No man can become a god, an if we could, it wouldn't be enough to last." He puts both deer he killed on his shoulders "We should clean these befer we end up usin' em fer somethin'. Better that way, beaut of a sword ya handed me by the way, real good."
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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.'
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
They shrug, before downing one of the veils, spots on their body beginning to glow with what appears to be starlight.
"What is that made of?"
They turn to them, giving a soft smile that doesn't show their feet. They curtsy "Well nice to meet you too sweetheart. I've got no clue, but it came from me."
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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.'
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
They shrug, before downing one of the veils, spots on their body beginning to glow with what appears to be starlight.
"What is that made of?"
They turn to them, giving a soft smile that doesn't show their feet. They curtsy "Well nice to meet you too sweetheart. I've got no clue, but it came from me."
*teeth?* "Mmm"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
They shrug, before downing one of the veils, spots on their body beginning to glow with what appears to be starlight.
"What is that made of?"
They turn to them, giving a soft smile that doesn't show their feet. They curtsy "Well nice to meet you too sweetheart. I've got no clue, but it came from me."
*teeth?* "Mmm"
*Well how did that typo happen? I did mean teeth.*
"Merabelle the Black blood, an' you are?"
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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.'
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
They shrug, before downing one of the veils, spots on their body beginning to glow with what appears to be starlight.
"What is that made of?"
They turn to them, giving a soft smile that doesn't show their feet. They curtsy "Well nice to meet you too sweetheart. I've got no clue, but it came from me."
*teeth?* "Mmm"
*Well how did that typo happen? I did mean teeth.*
"Merabelle the Black blood, an' you are?"
"Gloria, Gloria Gardiner." she tips her hat
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"Are you a witch Gloria, sweetheart?" She asks, returning her veils to the pouch at her side.
"Yes, a Hedgewitch"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"Are you a witch Gloria, sweetheart?" She asks, returning her veils to the pouch at her side.
"Yes, a Hedgewitch"
She smiles, revealing handmade fangs made of other creatures bones spread on spots in her mouth replacing some of her teeth "I ain't met a witch in a while."
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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.'
Coterie is ambling around outside the Inn with no clear objective.
Clem hops from a tree in the forest, catching one of the birds in his mouth, chowing down on it before resting on a treetop in the sunlight.
Rowan has taken a few days away from playing, and is finally trying to come back, playing with a new friend of his, a short young lizardfolk girl who seems to be from the Gnarly desert.
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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.'
Coterie is ambling around outside the Inn with no clear objective.
Clem hops from a tree in the forest, catching one of the birds in his mouth, chowing down on it before resting on a treetop in the sunlight.
Rowan has taken a few days away from playing, and is finally trying to come back, playing with a new friend of his, a short young lizardfolk girl who seems to be from the Gnarly desert.
Traitor looks over at them, intrigued. "Impressive."
Coterie watches for a moment, curious about what the two are doing.
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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)
Coterie is ambling around outside the Inn with no clear objective.
Clem hops from a tree in the forest, catching one of the birds in his mouth, chowing down on it before resting on a treetop in the sunlight.
Rowan has taken a few days away from playing, and is finally trying to come back, playing with a new friend of his, a short young lizardfolk girl who seems to be from the Gnarly desert.
Traitor looks over at them, intrigued. "Impressive."
Coterie watches for a moment, curious about what the two are doing.
They seem to be an adventurer, or at least have adventurer's gear, eating the bird with a satisfied look.
They dance and play their lutes, smiles on their faces as they do, having a merry time.
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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.'
Coterie is ambling around outside the Inn with no clear objective.
Clem hops from a tree in the forest, catching one of the birds in his mouth, chowing down on it before resting on a treetop in the sunlight.
Rowan has taken a few days away from playing, and is finally trying to come back, playing with a new friend of his, a short young lizardfolk girl who seems to be from the Gnarly desert.
Traitor looks over at them, intrigued. "Impressive."
Coterie watches for a moment, curious about what the two are doing.
They seem to be an adventurer, or at least have adventurer's gear, eating the bird with a satisfied look.
They dance and play their lutes, smiles on their faces as they do, having a merry time.
*sorry I missed this*
She approaches the adventurer, hopping down from the roof and quietly landing without much effort as she does. "Hello there."
Coterie approaches a bit, simply listening to the music.
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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)
"Wow, you need to get a grip.. literally." She snickers, shifting forms and ruffling his hair.
"I'll send him your regards, he'll see you shortly. But, I have to go. Goodbye, and God speed.." She says, smiling. When he turns away from her, she is gone.
He laughs, landing back down. "I tried, but you run at light speed." He leaves his Warhammer outside, walking inside.
He sighs, "Dramatic." He adjusts his hair "Now I need to figure out how not to die." He says to himself.
*Wanna add anybody else?*
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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.'
"Are you a witch Gloria, sweetheart?" She asks, returning her veils to the pouch at her side.
"Yes, a Hedgewitch"
She smiles, revealing handmade fangs made of other creatures bones spread on spots in her mouth replacing some of her teeth "I ain't met a witch in a while."
"Whoa there, Buddy"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Coterie is ambling around outside the Inn with no clear objective.
Clem hops from a tree in the forest, catching one of the birds in his mouth, chowing down on it before resting on a treetop in the sunlight.
Rowan has taken a few days away from playing, and is finally trying to come back, playing with a new friend of his, a short young lizardfolk girl who seems to be from the Gnarly desert.
Traitor looks over at them, intrigued. "Impressive."
Coterie watches for a moment, curious about what the two are doing.
They seem to be an adventurer, or at least have adventurer's gear, eating the bird with a satisfied look.
They dance and play their lutes, smiles on their faces as they do, having a merry time.
*sorry I missed this*
She approaches the adventurer, hopping down from the roof and quietly landing without much effort as she does. "Hello there."
Coterie approaches a bit, simply listening to the music.
*It's fine.*
They tilt their head, their ears twitching, purring "Hello," He says, moving his head up to face them.
Eventually they finish, Rowan hops down and the lizardfolk goes to the tavern.
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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.'
He nods "Ain't that right. No man can become a god, an if we could, it wouldn't be enough to last." He puts both deer he killed on his shoulders "We should clean these befer we end up usin' em fer somethin'. Better that way, beaut of a sword ya handed me by the way, real good."
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.)
They turn to them, giving a soft smile that doesn't show their feet. They curtsy "Well nice to meet you too sweetheart. I've got no clue, but it came from me."
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.)
*Good morning-ish, everyone!*
Traitor is birdwatching from the Inn's roof.
KK is working on making clothes in her warehouse studio.
Coterie is ambling around outside the Inn with no clear objective.
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)
*teeth?*
"Mmm"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Well how did that typo happen? I did mean teeth.*
"Merabelle the Black blood, an' you are?"
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.)
"Gloria, Gloria Gardiner." she tips her hat
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"Are you a witch Gloria, sweetheart?" She asks, returning her veils to the pouch at her side.
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.)
"Yes, a Hedgewitch"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
She smiles, revealing handmade fangs made of other creatures bones spread on spots in her mouth replacing some of her teeth "I ain't met a witch in a while."
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.)
Clem hops from a tree in the forest, catching one of the birds in his mouth, chowing down on it before resting on a treetop in the sunlight.
Rowan has taken a few days away from playing, and is finally trying to come back, playing with a new friend of his, a short young lizardfolk girl who seems to be from the Gnarly desert.
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.)
Traitor looks over at them, intrigued. "Impressive."
Coterie watches for a moment, curious about what the two are doing.
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)
They seem to be an adventurer, or at least have adventurer's gear, eating the bird with a satisfied look.
They dance and play their lutes, smiles on their faces as they do, having a merry time.
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.)
*sorry I missed this*
She approaches the adventurer, hopping down from the roof and quietly landing without much effort as she does. "Hello there."
Coterie approaches a bit, simply listening to the music.
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)
He laughs, landing back down. "I tried, but you run at light speed." He leaves his Warhammer outside, walking inside.
He sighs, "Dramatic." He adjusts his hair "Now I need to figure out how not to die." He says to himself.
*Wanna add anybody else?*
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.)
"Whoa there, Buddy"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*i have Vessel*
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
*It's fine.*
They tilt their head, their ears twitching, purring "Hello," He says, moving his head up to face them.
Eventually they finish, Rowan hops down and the lizardfolk goes to the tavern.
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.)