“Oh. Cool. I’m just glad I’m still a free man, and Damian’s still an alive man.”
“Fine enough…”
“I would rather not have been the reason his family lost a father. Though you are now both wanted for far heavier crimes, mainly you, this isn’t anything new for Damian.”
She frowns, looking into his eyes “Oh now what’s wrong sweetheart?”
“…and what kinda sentence would that engender?”
“Nothing. Just sometimes hard to get people to understand what they need and how they can improve.”
“Considering you escaped with a man who blew up the courthouse, probably death.” He says with a shrug.
She nods, understanding fully “Ain’t you such a sweetheart, helpin’ those who need it an’ tryin’ to tell ‘em how. Sad some don’t listen.”
“Aw man, if they find me I’m gonna have to go back to Earth… luckily I’m a dual citizen.”
“No not helping I just want her to be my first cultist but I need her to be devoted so I’m trying to reach her through kindness, then slowly twist her further and further until she’s just about as broken and brutal as I.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
Riotan is next to him, observing Bug with mild interest.
Taika's tail twitches as he looks riotan up and down. Bug doesn't seem to notice much of anything. *you got their descs before, right?*
*no*
“You made this lil fella?” He inquires.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh. Cool. I’m just glad I’m still a free man, and Damian’s still an alive man.”
“Fine enough…”
“I would rather not have been the reason his family lost a father. Though you are now both wanted for far heavier crimes, mainly you, this isn’t anything new for Damian.”
She frowns, looking into his eyes “Oh now what’s wrong sweetheart?”
“…and what kinda sentence would that engender?”
“Nothing. Just sometimes hard to get people to understand what they need and how they can improve.”
“Considering you escaped with a man who blew up the courthouse, probably death.” He says with a shrug.
She nods, understanding fully “Ain’t you such a sweetheart, helpin’ those who need it an’ tryin’ to tell ‘em how. Sad some don’t listen.”
“Aw man, if they find me I’m gonna have to go back to Earth… luckily I’m a dual citizen.”
“No not helping I just want her to be my first cultist but I need her to be devoted so I’m trying to reach her through kindness, then slowly twist her further and further until she’s just about as broken and brutal as I.”
“Oh dual citizenship, fun. They likely won’t find you, or go looking for you, I never really said where I found either of you, I wanted to keep your families safe at least.”
“An’ there it is, nothin’ new ‘bout you huh? Can’t say I didn’t expect it though, adds ta yer charm, an’ makes it mean all the more when ya do somethin’ genuinely nice.” She says, going back to laying down and looking at the sky, tucking her hair behind an ear.
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
Riotan is next to him, observing Bug with mild interest.
Taika's tail twitches as he looks riotan up and down. Bug doesn't seem to notice much of anything. *you got their descs before, right?*
*no*
“You made this lil fella?” He inquires.
*taika is a tall tigery tabaxi with a silk coat and hat, and bug is a golem made of baked clay. Their joints are visible but they're almost able to pass as a living humanoid. One of their ears is humanesque, while the other is pointed* "That I did!" he puts on his silk hat and along with it, his salesman voice. "Quite the marvel, eh?"
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
“Oh. Cool. I’m just glad I’m still a free man, and Damian’s still an alive man.”
“Fine enough…”
“I would rather not have been the reason his family lost a father. Though you are now both wanted for far heavier crimes, mainly you, this isn’t anything new for Damian.”
She frowns, looking into his eyes “Oh now what’s wrong sweetheart?”
“…and what kinda sentence would that engender?”
“Nothing. Just sometimes hard to get people to understand what they need and how they can improve.”
“Considering you escaped with a man who blew up the courthouse, probably death.” He says with a shrug.
She nods, understanding fully “Ain’t you such a sweetheart, helpin’ those who need it an’ tryin’ to tell ‘em how. Sad some don’t listen.”
“Aw man, if they find me I’m gonna have to go back to Earth… luckily I’m a dual citizen.”
“No not helping I just want her to be my first cultist but I need her to be devoted so I’m trying to reach her through kindness, then slowly twist her further and further until she’s just about as broken and brutal as I.”
“Oh dual citizenship, fun. They likely won’t find you, or go looking for you, I never really said where I found either of you, I wanted to keep your families safe at least.”
“An’ there it is, nothin’ new ‘bout you huh? Can’t say I didn’t expect it though, adds ta yer charm, an’ makes it mean all the more when ya do somethin’ genuinely nice.” She says, going back to laying down and looking at the sky, tucking her hair behind an ear.
“No, dual citizenship in Canada and France. I don’t know if they even do passports here.” He shrugs.
Riotan smirks. “Nothing is genuine, Merabelle. Willpower rusts away and we are left with the truth of our own misanthropy and sadism.”
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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.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“No, dual citizenship in Canada and France. I don’t know if they even do passports here.” He shrugs.
Riotan smirks. “Nothing is genuine, Merabelle. Willpower rusts away and we are left with the truth of our own misanthropy and sadism.”
“Canada, really? Interesting, they likely don’t do passports here, and if they do no one bothers to use them. What are you making there?”
She smiles, her fangs glistening “I wouldn’t say that, I like you, I might love you, an’ that’s as genuine as it gets.” She puts her hands behind her head to cushion it, shrugging.
“No, dual citizenship in Canada and France. I don’t know if they even do passports here.” He shrugs.
Riotan smirks. “Nothing is genuine, Merabelle. Willpower rusts away and we are left with the truth of our own misanthropy and sadism.”
“Canada, really? Interesting, they likely don’t do passports here, and if they do no one bothers to use them. What are you making there?”
She smiles, her fangs glistening “I wouldn’t say that, I like you, I might love you, an’ that’s as genuine as it gets.” She puts her hands behind her head to cushion it, shrugging.
“One of my finest dishes. A basilisk egg-based consommé. Some have seen basilisk bisque, but this is far better and less likely to powder your esophagus.”
Rio’s eyes widen slightly, and he’s silent for a bit.
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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.
Despite her size and physique, the ancient green dragon gracefully and daintily strolls through the town, weaving through the streets and scaling over buildings to avoid bumping into people. Her song is soft and peaceful, with various garden plants and other foliage grown lush and healthy as she walks by, water becoming clear and pure, the ground more fertile and nutrient rich, and the air crisp with a gentle breeze. Occasionally she glances inside one of the buildings through a window, or inspects the items on a merchant's cart before walking on and she is heading towards the inn.
“No, dual citizenship in Canada and France. I don’t know if they even do passports here.” He shrugs.
Riotan smirks. “Nothing is genuine, Merabelle. Willpower rusts away and we are left with the truth of our own misanthropy and sadism.”
“Canada, really? Interesting, they likely don’t do passports here, and if they do no one bothers to use them. What are you making there?”
She smiles, her fangs glistening “I wouldn’t say that, I like you, I might love you, an’ that’s as genuine as it gets.” She puts her hands behind her head to cushion it, shrugging.
“One of my finest dishes. A basilisk egg-based consommé. Some have seen basilisk bisque, but this is far better and less likely to powder your esophagus.”
Rio’s eyes widen slightly, and he’s silent for a bit.
He smiles “Never had it before, do you mind if I have some? It’s just, I’m kinda not allowed back into my home, because some gods don’t want to take the blame for what is not my fault. You know.”
She lets him have his moment of silence, smiling brightly as her constellations come into view on her.
“No, dual citizenship in Canada and France. I don’t know if they even do passports here.” He shrugs.
Riotan smirks. “Nothing is genuine, Merabelle. Willpower rusts away and we are left with the truth of our own misanthropy and sadism.”
“Canada, really? Interesting, they likely don’t do passports here, and if they do no one bothers to use them. What are you making there?”
She smiles, her fangs glistening “I wouldn’t say that, I like you, I might love you, an’ that’s as genuine as it gets.” She puts her hands behind her head to cushion it, shrugging.
“One of my finest dishes. A basilisk egg-based consommé. Some have seen basilisk bisque, but this is far better and less likely to powder your esophagus.”
Rio’s eyes widen slightly, and he’s silent for a bit.
He smiles “Never had it before, do you mind if I have some? It’s just, I’m kinda not allowed back into my home, because some gods don’t want to take the blame for what is not my fault. You know.”
She lets him have his moment of silence, smiling brightly as her constellations come into view on her.
“Sure, just let me finish it. It takes a while to simmer.”
“Say, check this out!” Rio’s runes glow in patterns that perfectly replicate the constellations.
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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.
*After playing a full martial, I want to play a wizard. Someone whose best solution to every problem isn't just making attacks and facetanking. Martial characters are only cool in my opinion when they have things to interact with on a regular basis. 5e isn't built to make that easy, so I want to make a character that can do tricks and cool supernatural things, someone who has the liberty of multiple good options and some bad ones depending on the encounter.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*After playing a full martial, I want to play a wizard. Someone whose best solution to every problem isn't just making attacks and facetanking. Martial characters are only cool in my opinion when they have things to interact with on a regular basis. 5e isn't built to make that easy, so I want to make a character that can do tricks and cool supernatural things, someone who has the liberty of multiple good options and some bad ones depending on the encounter.*
*Fair, wizard is amazing for that. The human (or whatever race) swiss army knife*
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
Riotan is next to him, observing Bug with mild interest.
Taika's tail twitches as he looks riotan up and down. Bug doesn't seem to notice much of anything. *you got their descs before, right?*
*no*
“You made this lil fella?” He inquires.
*taika is a tall tigery tabaxi with a silk coat and hat, and bug is a golem made of baked clay. Their joints are visible but they're almost able to pass as a living humanoid. One of their ears is humanesque, while the other is pointed* "That I did!" he puts on his silk hat and along with it, his salesman voice. "Quite the marvel, eh?"
*oop got accidentally burie*
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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
*After playing a full martial, I want to play a wizard. Someone whose best solution to every problem isn't just making attacks and facetanking. Martial characters are only cool in my opinion when they have things to interact with on a regular basis. 5e isn't built to make that easy, so I want to make a character that can do tricks and cool supernatural things, someone who has the liberty of multiple good options and some bad ones depending on the encounter.*
*Sounds fun. Anything you put out I’m excited for.*
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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.
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*Gideon Shuemen, a 2nd level ogre gourmet. Tanky as all heck, but not much else.*
"I'm glad you feel that way. I'm sure your symbiote has the same opinion toward you. After all, T-FM loves nothing more than to make art."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Aw man, if they find me I’m gonna have to go back to Earth… luckily I’m a dual citizen.”
“No not helping I just want her to be my first cultist but I need her to be devoted so I’m trying to reach her through kindness, then slowly twist her further and further until she’s just about as broken and brutal as I.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*no*
“You made this lil fella?” He inquires.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh dual citizenship, fun. They likely won’t find you, or go looking for you, I never really said where I found either of you, I wanted to keep your families safe at least.”
“An’ there it is, nothin’ new ‘bout you huh? Can’t say I didn’t expect it though, adds ta yer charm, an’ makes it mean all the more when ya do somethin’ genuinely nice.” She says, going back to laying down and looking at the sky, tucking her hair behind an ear.
*taika is a tall tigery tabaxi with a silk coat and hat, and bug is a golem made of baked clay. Their joints are visible but they're almost able to pass as a living humanoid. One of their ears is humanesque, while the other is pointed*
"That I did!" he puts on his silk hat and along with it, his salesman voice. "Quite the marvel, eh?"
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
“No, dual citizenship in Canada and France. I don’t know if they even do passports here.” He shrugs.
Riotan smirks. “Nothing is genuine, Merabelle. Willpower rusts away and we are left with the truth of our own misanthropy and sadism.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And make art we did." She pauses, thinking back to past works she's made. "We've made some real masterpieces, haven't we?" She mutters to herself.
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)
(hi yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Greetings, Observer of Lunar Phenomena! How art thou?*
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)
*Hellos, i am actually alive for once*
“Canada, really? Interesting, they likely don’t do passports here, and if they do no one bothers to use them. What are you making there?”
She smiles, her fangs glistening “I wouldn’t say that, I like you, I might love you, an’ that’s as genuine as it gets.” She puts her hands behind her head to cushion it, shrugging.
“One of my finest dishes. A basilisk egg-based consommé. Some have seen basilisk bisque, but this is far better and less likely to powder your esophagus.”
Rio’s eyes widen slightly, and he’s silent for a bit.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Despite her size and physique, the ancient green dragon gracefully and daintily strolls through the town, weaving through the streets and scaling over buildings to avoid bumping into people. Her song is soft and peaceful, with various garden plants and other foliage grown lush and healthy as she walks by, water becoming clear and pure, the ground more fertile and nutrient rich, and the air crisp with a gentle breeze. Occasionally she glances inside one of the buildings through a window, or inspects the items on a merchant's cart before walking on and she is heading towards the inn.
He smiles “Never had it before, do you mind if I have some? It’s just, I’m kinda not allowed back into my home, because some gods don’t want to take the blame for what is not my fault. You know.”
She lets him have his moment of silence, smiling brightly as her constellations come into view on her.
“Sure, just let me finish it. It takes a while to simmer.”
“Say, check this out!” Rio’s runes glow in patterns that perfectly replicate the constellations.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*After playing a full martial, I want to play a wizard. Someone whose best solution to every problem isn't just making attacks and facetanking. Martial characters are only cool in my opinion when they have things to interact with on a regular basis. 5e isn't built to make that easy, so I want to make a character that can do tricks and cool supernatural things, someone who has the liberty of multiple good options and some bad ones depending on the encounter.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Jobah.*
Tyler waits patiently, doing some crunches while he does wait, getting a good amount in, good form, all around.
She looks to his scales, raising an eyebrow “Now ain’t that somethin’, that’s real special.” She looks closely at them.
*Fair, wizard is amazing for that. The human (or whatever race) swiss army knife*
*oop got accidentally burie*
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
*Sounds fun. Anything you put out I’m excited for.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.