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 takes the cigarette out. "Not in the usual sense. Might be nice to clear out some space, though. You hungry?" He drops the bag, the cigarette getting knocked out of his hand by the strap. He takes a knee and opens the bag, revealing raw meat and ice.
He walks over, looking closer to the bag “I could do something with this, I know some people who would certainly would like to have some of this.” He makes a gesture, and is holding a similar bag, his gloves glowing. He takes out some of the ice, crunching into it.
*Took a while to realize what was actually going on here.*
"Take as much as you need. I can always get more."
*Sorry for disappearing again.*
“Where’d ya get all of this pardner? I ain’t judgin’ just askin’ fer the sake of curiosity.” He fills the bag.
*I'm working on a vampire lord barbarian, but I'm not sure how I'm going to make them interesting as a character.*
*In my mind, vampires are leaders, collecting a blood tax/tithe/donation from willing subjects in trade for just generally making peoples' lives better using their ancient knowledge and magic.*
*I'm working on a vampire lord barbarian, but I'm not sure how I'm going to make them interesting as a character.*
*In my mind, vampires are leaders, collecting a blood tax/tithe/donation from willing subjects in trade for just generally making peoples' lives better using their ancient knowledge and magic.*
*Simple, take the more primal things vampires have, take that as part of the barbarian side, some kind of tribal coven that lives in the woods, led by a primal vampire lord. Kinda like that one immortal DC character, who despite being immortal and refined, he was at first a caveman, and maintains some of those traits, even with the time that has past.*
*I'm working on a vampire lord barbarian, but I'm not sure how I'm going to make them interesting as a character.*
*In my mind, vampires are leaders, collecting a blood tax/tithe/donation from willing subjects in trade for just generally making peoples' lives better using their ancient knowledge and magic.*
*Simple, take the more primal things vampires have, take that as part of the barbarian side, some kind of tribal coven that lives in the woods, led by a primal vampire lord. Kinda like that one immortal DC character, who despite being immortal and refined, he was at first a caveman, and maintains some of those traits, even with the time that has past.*
*Hope I could help at least a little.*
*Hmmm... this next experiment should be very, very interesting.*
*I'm working on a vampire lord barbarian, but I'm not sure how I'm going to make them interesting as a character.*
*In my mind, vampires are leaders, collecting a blood tax/tithe/donation from willing subjects in trade for just generally making peoples' lives better using their ancient knowledge and magic.*
*Simple, take the more primal things vampires have, take that as part of the barbarian side, some kind of tribal coven that lives in the woods, led by a primal vampire lord. Kinda like that one immortal DC character, who despite being immortal and refined, he was at first a caveman, and maintains some of those traits, even with the time that has past.*
*Hope I could help at least a little.*
*Hmmm... this next experiment should be very, very interesting.*
Leo, after spending most of the evening looking for the perfect spot, eventually finds a nice big opening in the forest near the Lord's Rest Inn. He pulls out the small glowing marble before tossing it and speak an incantation "magus turrim vocare". As the marble hits the grund,it shatters as the immense arcane energy rapidly expands out as a hug wizard's tower begins assembling itself in the space, reaching a few hundred feet up into the air above the tree line. The tower is of an elegant design befitting a powerful archmage, with a large observatory on top with a massive arcane telescope. "Finally...well, I know particular you are with your tower, so I wanted to find the perfect spot." Leo says before letting out a big yawn. "Yeah, I should get some sleep." he says before walking into the tower, the doors opening for him before closing once he is inside.
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
Father Luciano is inside the temple, sitting before the fire. The priest is sipping on a cup of herbal tea, the fragrance of cranberry, cinnamon, annis, and pomegranate fill the temple. Around him are multiple donations of children's toys that he has to pack for Christmas to send out to local orphanages.
Scott is sitting on the sofa in the tavern, snuggled up amongst multiple blankets. He is reading a self-help book on overcoming burnout while sipping his fourth mug of coffee.
A man, as big as a bear, has came into the tavern. He has a full, thick white beard and moustache. His eyes are bright blue color that seem to sparkle like ice. He wears thick furs that resembles the fur of white owlbears and the hides of caribou. He carries a massive sack over his shoulder, made of similar hide with a golden string tied around it's mouth to keep it closer. He sits down at the bar, ordering just a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
Hope to see you around!
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*i'd love to rp for a little*
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)
*Sorry for disappearing again.*
“Where’d ya get all of this pardner? I ain’t judgin’ just askin’ fer the sake of curiosity.” He fills the bag.
*I ended up doing irl stuff, sorry for leaving without saying anything*
*Mornin everyone.*
*Morning!*
*I'm working on a vampire lord barbarian, but I'm not sure how I'm going to make them interesting as a character.*
*In my mind, vampires are leaders, collecting a blood tax/tithe/donation from willing subjects in trade for just generally making peoples' lives better using their ancient knowledge and magic.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Simple, take the more primal things vampires have, take that as part of the barbarian side, some kind of tribal coven that lives in the woods, led by a primal vampire lord. Kinda like that one immortal DC character, who despite being immortal and refined, he was at first a caveman, and maintains some of those traits, even with the time that has past.*
*Hope I could help at least a little.*
*Hmmm... this next experiment should be very, very interesting.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Very interesting indeed, MWAHAHAHA.*
*Good morning.*
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
*Morning, Wendi.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Howdy my beloved.*
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
Leo, after spending most of the evening looking for the perfect spot, eventually finds a nice big opening in the forest near the Lord's Rest Inn. He pulls out the small glowing marble before tossing it and speak an incantation "magus turrim vocare". As the marble hits the grund,it shatters as the immense arcane energy rapidly expands out as a hug wizard's tower begins assembling itself in the space, reaching a few hundred feet up into the air above the tree line. The tower is of an elegant design befitting a powerful archmage, with a large observatory on top with a massive arcane telescope. "Finally...well, I know particular you are with your tower, so I wanted to find the perfect spot." Leo says before letting out a big yawn. "Yeah, I should get some sleep." he says before walking into the tower, the doors opening for him before closing once he is inside.
(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
*Morning dear Wendi.*
*Howdy you two.*
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
Father Luciano is inside the temple, sitting before the fire. The priest is sipping on a cup of herbal tea, the fragrance of cranberry, cinnamon, annis, and pomegranate fill the temple. Around him are multiple donations of children's toys that he has to pack for Christmas to send out to local orphanages.
Scott is sitting on the sofa in the tavern, snuggled up amongst multiple blankets. He is reading a self-help book on overcoming burnout while sipping his fourth mug of coffee.
A man, as big as a bear, has came into the tavern. He has a full, thick white beard and moustache. His eyes are bright blue color that seem to sparkle like ice. He wears thick furs that resembles the fur of white owlbears and the hides of caribou. He carries a massive sack over his shoulder, made of similar hide with a golden string tied around it's mouth to keep it closer. He sits down at the bar, ordering just a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
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
*Hey everyone, sorry for disappearing, I’m back now.*
*Yo.*
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 hey Wendi, happy to see ya.*
*Hmm...Hmm...*
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
Hope to see you around!