*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
Brand tilts his head back and reads the writing (He can read Abyssal)
*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
Brand tilts his head back and reads the writing (He can read Abyssal)
the demon lord behind the bar can also understand Abyssal
*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
Brand tilts his head back and reads the writing (He can read Abyssal)
the demon lord behind the bar can also understand Abyssal
*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
Brand tilts his head back and reads the writing (He can read Abyssal)
the demon lord behind the bar can also understand Abyssal
They are sigils for amplifying fear and hunger.
Kinsley raises a finger like they're about to say something, then decide this is fine.
*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
Brand tilts his head back and reads the writing (He can read Abyssal)
the demon lord behind the bar can also understand Abyssal
The chef looks at Brand and Kinsley with a smile and offers each of them an item from the platter.
It is piled high with treats of all kinds: Chocolate-filled croissants, bear claws, candies, nuts, cupcakes, danishes, fizzy drinks, treats from other planes of existence, anything you can think of.
The chef looks at Brand and Kinsley with a smile and offers each of them an item from the platter.
It is piled high with treats of all kinds: Chocolate-filled croissants, bear claws, candies, nuts, cupcakes, danishes, fizzy drinks, treats from other planes of existence, anything you can think of.
"And it's all free!" Says the cook with a grin.
Brand shakes his head "No but you can answer my question, why do your tattoos spell out that your trouble?" He said and stood up, towering 6'4.
"Roscoe" tries to help out, but he doesn't know the recipe. He's guessing really well, but he's still guessing.
Harbor watches them, keeping notes on how they move, act, follow instructions, etc.
The figure moves almost like a marionette, jerky and without any regard for a center of balance. He works diligently, though, eager to help Harbor. He seems uncomfortable around the knives though.
The chef looks at Brand and Kinsley with a smile and offers each of them an item from the platter.
It is piled high with treats of all kinds: Chocolate-filled croissants, bear claws, candies, nuts, cupcakes, danishes, fizzy drinks, treats from other planes of existence, anything you can think of.
"Roscoe" tries to help out, but he doesn't know the recipe. He's guessing really well, but he's still guessing.
Harbor watches them, keeping notes on how they move, act, follow instructions, etc.
The figure moves almost like a marionette, jerky and without any regard for a center of balance. He works diligently, though, eager to help Harbor. He seems uncomfortable around the knives though.
Harbor narrows his eyes and continues working. He seems to be making a stir-fry made of egg noodles, soy sauce, chopped vegetables, and different spices.
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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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*What's the word, Bone Daddy?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*don't ever call me that again lol*
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
*If you insist... BONE MAN*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*please call me my real name. Lord of mayhem, death and carnage*
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
*Okay, Lawrence, Wendigo of Lore, Lord of mayhem, death and carnage.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*lol there we go*
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
Brand is chilling on the couch.
Allison is outside, taking care of her garden.
Harbor is cooking.
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
*I'll reintroduce my new character, just for you Lawrence. Also because no one was around to actually see it.*
A strange figure opens the door to the inn. He wears bright white clothing with pink accents, the style of which resembles that of a cook's uniform but doesn't quite match it. He carries a large silver platter filled with various goodies in his gloved hands, offering the treats to everyone in the inn at no charge. The major oddity of this figure, however, is that they have tattoos covering their body, and the tattoos don't depict the usual things, like dragons or barely clothed women, they instead appear to be some sort of text in an exotic language.
*The symbols are Abyssal, and truesight reveals a secret about the friendly man.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Brand tilts his head back and reads the writing (He can read Abyssal)
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
the demon lord behind the bar can also understand Abyssal
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Roscoe" tries to help out, but he doesn't know the recipe. He's guessing really well, but he's still guessing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They are sigils for amplifying fear and hunger.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kinsley raises a finger like they're about to say something, then decide this is fine.
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Harbor watches them, keeping notes on how they move, act, follow instructions, etc.
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
Brand narrows his eyes "mn.."
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
The chef looks at Brand and Kinsley with a smile and offers each of them an item from the platter.
It is piled high with treats of all kinds: Chocolate-filled croissants, bear claws, candies, nuts, cupcakes, danishes, fizzy drinks, treats from other planes of existence, anything you can think of.
"And it's all free!" Says the cook with a grin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Brand shakes his head "No but you can answer my question, why do your tattoos spell out that your trouble?" He said and stood up, towering 6'4.
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
The figure moves almost like a marionette, jerky and without any regard for a center of balance. He works diligently, though, eager to help Harbor. He seems uncomfortable around the knives though.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm allergic to chocolate."
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Harbor narrows his eyes and continues working. He seems to be making a stir-fry made of egg noodles, soy sauce, chopped vegetables, and different spices.
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