A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
Chef Barbaeu (I have a description if you need it) pulls out a chair for him.
*Yeah that’d be nice*
The guy, still looking tired, collapses in the chair. “Hello?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
*GASP*
*PUPPY!*
*wags tail*
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
*GASP*
*PUPPY!*
*wags tail*
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
“My mortality formula. Holds my affliction at bay.” He sighs. “Anything to eat around here? I’m starving.”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
Chef Barbaeu (I have a description if you need it) pulls out a chair for him.
*Yeah that’d be nice*
The guy, still looking tired, collapses in the chair. “Hello?”
*He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.*
"Hello. Your name, sir, madame, or other?" He ties a napkin around the man's neck to form a sort of bib.
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
*GASP*
*PUPPY!*
*wags tail*
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
“My mortality formula. Holds my affliction at bay.” He sighs. “Anything to eat around here? I’m starving.”
"Lycanthropy?" He asks and grins "It's a really cool disease though, gets passed via bodily fluids." He chuckles and points at the kitchen "People back there make the food."
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
Chef Barbaeu (I have a description if you need it) pulls out a chair for him.
*Yeah that’d be nice*
The guy, still looking tired, collapses in the chair. “Hello?”
*He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.*
"Hello. Your name, sir, madame, or other?" He ties a napkin around the man's neck to form a sort of bib.
*nice*
“You can call me Ian.”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
*GASP*
*PUPPY!*
*wags tail*
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
“My mortality formula. Holds my affliction at bay.” He sighs. “Anything to eat around here? I’m starving.”
"Lycanthropy?" He asks and grins "It's a really cool disease though, gets passed via bodily fluids." He chuckles and points at the kitchen "People back there make the food."
“A new strain I accidentally unleashed upon myself. Can I ask who you are?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
*GASP*
*PUPPY!*
*wags tail*
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
“My mortality formula. Holds my affliction at bay.” He sighs. “Anything to eat around here? I’m starving.”
"Lycanthropy?" He asks and grins "It's a really cool disease though, gets passed via bodily fluids." He chuckles and points at the kitchen "People back there make the food."
“A new strain I accidentally unleashed upon myself. Can I ask who you are?”
"Oh, right, I didn't give a name did I?" He chuckles "I'm Edward Bellflower, but you can call me Ede." He extends a hand.
"How did the strain get made? What did you use to build its proteins?"
*He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.*
"Hello. Your name, sir, madame, or other?" He ties a napkin around the man's neck to form a sort of bib.
*nice*
“You can call me Ian.”
"Now then, Ian, what would you like to eat? Such a transformation must surely work up an appetite." He draws a knife and begins sharpening it... against his cape.
A white furred cross between an arctic wolf and a yeti pushes into the tavern, with bright amber eyes and shiny silver horns corkscrewing back behind his pointy ears. Basically looks like a buff arctic werewolf. He’s dressed in one of those tight fitting black T-shirts and gym shorts. The wolf creature scrabble in its pocket for a vial of blue liquid, fumbling with his talon-like claws. He downs the smoking contents and morphs in moments into a rugged young man. “Uhhhh…. He looks around uncertainly
*GASP*
*PUPPY!*
*wags tail*
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
“My mortality formula. Holds my affliction at bay.” He sighs. “Anything to eat around here? I’m starving.”
"Lycanthropy?" He asks and grins "It's a really cool disease though, gets passed via bodily fluids." He chuckles and points at the kitchen "People back there make the food."
“A new strain I accidentally unleashed upon myself. Can I ask who you are?”
"Oh, right, I didn't give a name did I?" He chuckles "I'm Edward Bellflower, but you can call me Ede." He extends a hand.
"How did the strain get made? What did you use to build its proteins?"
“Nice to meet you and everything…” says Ian distractedly. “I was tampering with quantum mind physics and cross species brain simulations. I was so close to developing the ultimate formula for cerebral elevation. Omniscience.”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
*He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.*
"Hello. Your name, sir, madame, or other?" He ties a napkin around the man's neck to form a sort of bib.
*nice*
“You can call me Ian.”
"Now then, Ian, what would you like to eat? Such a transformation must surely work up an appetite." He draws a knife and begins sharpening it... against his cape.
“You’re not wrong. Any meat? Chicken or beef?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
"Of course. What is your budget for this meal? We'll meet you at your price point."
He places a piece of sturdy paper on the table, which at first looks like a menu, but on closer inspection is revealed to be a price sheet, with everything from ingredients to special preparation styles like tempura and tartare. There are ingredients that Ian likely hasn't heard of before, such as horned goose and marble demon, with prices ranging anywhere between a couple of coppers to thousands of gold.
“I’m blazing through my budget, gotta save some gold for my research, ill I’ve got to spend for food right now is a few silvers… so maybe the…” he squints at the menu. “Ten finned foxfish?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
“I’m blazing through my budget, gotta save some gold for my research, ill I’ve got to spend for food right now is a few silvers… so maybe the…” he squints at the menu. “Ten finned foxfish?”
"An excellent choice! Do you happen to drink, friend? Its fins are incredible in hirezake."
*Yeah that’d be nice*
The guy, still looking tired, collapses in the chair. “Hello?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Sorry, had to get pizza out of the oven!*
Ede looks over and tilts his head. "Hey there. Mind if I ask what that is?" He points to the vial.
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
“My mortality formula. Holds my affliction at bay.” He sighs. “Anything to eat around here? I’m starving.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.*
"Hello. Your name, sir, madame, or other?" He ties a napkin around the man's neck to form a sort of bib.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Lycanthropy?" He asks and grins "It's a really cool disease though, gets passed via bodily fluids." He chuckles and points at the kitchen "People back there make the food."
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
*nice*
“You can call me Ian.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
“A new strain I accidentally unleashed upon myself. Can I ask who you are?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
"Oh, right, I didn't give a name did I?" He chuckles "I'm Edward Bellflower, but you can call me Ede." He extends a hand.
"How did the strain get made? What did you use to build its proteins?"
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
"Now then, Ian, what would you like to eat? Such a transformation must surely work up an appetite." He draws a knife and begins sharpening it... against his cape.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Got to go for the night. See y'all!*
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
“Nice to meet you and everything…” says Ian distractedly. “I was tampering with quantum mind physics and cross species brain simulations. I was so close to developing the ultimate formula for cerebral elevation. Omniscience.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Night, sleepy!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You’re not wrong. Any meat? Chicken or beef?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*gtg in a bit*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*whatever happened to Madre Delle Tenebre?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Of course. What is your budget for this meal? We'll meet you at your price point."
He places a piece of sturdy paper on the table, which at first looks like a menu, but on closer inspection is revealed to be a price sheet, with everything from ingredients to special preparation styles like tempura and tartare. There are ingredients that Ian likely hasn't heard of before, such as horned goose and marble demon, with prices ranging anywhere between a couple of coppers to thousands of gold.
(feel free to make something up)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m blazing through my budget, gotta save some gold for my research, ill I’ve got to spend for food right now is a few silvers… so maybe the…” he squints at the menu. “Ten finned foxfish?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
"An excellent choice! Do you happen to drink, friend? Its fins are incredible in hirezake."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’ll take whatever’s cheapest”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
"Well, then, we'd best simply grill it. Anything special to drink, or just the free water?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels