*Let the haberdasheries commence! I've decided to bring back an old character of mine... with a twist.*
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows around the outside of the inn, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand.
A man of almost colossal size walks into the inn, or more squeezes himself inside. He looks mostly human, other than the occasional groups of red dragon scales covering his body, as well as the horns wrapping around his head, the inhuman height and muscle mass. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, having to sit down just to work, making a stew that smells like one of the best things they have ever smelled by far. Cooking Utensils:34
She at first is a bit surprised, but notices the smell of the food and immediately remembers how hungry they are. They slowly approach the man, wanting to converse but too nervous to initiate.
He looks down to the young girl from his gargantuan height, and without a word pours her a bowl of the stew. He then hands it over to her with a smile, revealing dragon fangs as well as regular teeth "Eat up, you seem hungry."
They seem elated, gratefully taking the bowl. "W- Wow! Thank you so much!" They begin to eat, but something else happens as well. Their tentacle hair rears up slightly, opening several eyes that look back at the man- almost like they're searching for something. She doesn't seem aware of this.
He doesn't originally comment until he realizes she doesn't notice. He clears his throat before saying "Child, your hair seems to be looking for something, you may want to help it."
She seems confused for a second, before noticing. "Oh, right." She focuses for a bit, and the tendrils fall back into their inactive state once more. "Sorry about that. They tend to try and collect information from my surroundings."
He shakes his head knowingly "Don't worry, you don't need to apologize. Everyone has eyes, and some are different from others." He speaks in a comforting tone "You just need to focus on eating up, getting big and strong, then you can start apologizing to people for things that are your fault."
"That's... that's very insightful." She ponders it for a second while having another bite of stew. "Almost sounds like something my boss would say."
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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)
*Cool! You get to pick, since I'm trying to help you develop that skill.*
Felix is at the corpse pit, digging up and sorting the bones to send to the proper family grave plots.
*WHY! I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE THINGS DAD!/jk*
Rag walks over to the edge of the pit, looking down into it, not expecting to see Felix there, carrying several black bags over his shoulder.
Felix looks up, his usual chill expression plastered on his face. Meaning he looks plastered. "Hey, man. I've decided to start using this as a sort of 'lost and found' for corpses. As a cleric, I can revive them if they're claimed. Otherwise I'll just send the remains to their homes. Anyway, who you got there?"
*Let the haberdasheries commence! I've decided to bring back an old character of mine... with a twist.*
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows around the outside of the inn, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand.
A man of almost colossal size walks into the inn, or more squeezes himself inside. He looks mostly human, other than the occasional groups of red dragon scales covering his body, as well as the horns wrapping around his head, the inhuman height and muscle mass. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, having to sit down just to work, making a stew that smells like one of the best things they have ever smelled by far. Cooking Utensils:34
She at first is a bit surprised, but notices the smell of the food and immediately remembers how hungry they are. They slowly approach the man, wanting to converse but too nervous to initiate.
He looks down to the young girl from his gargantuan height, and without a word pours her a bowl of the stew. He then hands it over to her with a smile, revealing dragon fangs as well as regular teeth "Eat up, you seem hungry."
They seem elated, gratefully taking the bowl. "W- Wow! Thank you so much!" They begin to eat, but something else happens as well. Their tentacle hair rears up slightly, opening several eyes that look back at the man- almost like they're searching for something. She doesn't seem aware of this.
He doesn't originally comment until he realizes she doesn't notice. He clears his throat before saying "Child, your hair seems to be looking for something, you may want to help it."
She seems confused for a second, before noticing. "Oh, right." She focuses for a bit, and the tendrils fall back into their inactive state once more. "Sorry about that. They tend to try and collect information from my surroundings."
He shakes his head knowingly "Don't worry, you don't need to apologize. Everyone has eyes, and some are different from others." He speaks in a comforting tone "You just need to focus on eating up, getting big and strong, then you can start apologizing to people for things that are your fault."
"That's... that's very insightful." She ponders it for a second while having another bite of stew. "Almost sounds like something my boss would say."
"I would assume that is flattering. Thank you. I'm Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag." He says reaching out a hand to shake, his hand larger than her head.
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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.'
*Cool! You get to pick, since I'm trying to help you develop that skill.*
Felix is at the corpse pit, digging up and sorting the bones to send to the proper family grave plots.
*WHY! I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE THINGS DAD!/jk*
Rag walks over to the edge of the pit, looking down into it, not expecting to see Felix there, carrying several black bags over his shoulder.
Felix looks up, his usual chill expression plastered on his face. Meaning he looks plastered. "Hey, man. I've decided to start using this as a sort of 'lost and found' for corpses. As a cleric, I can revive them if they're claimed. Otherwise I'll just send the remains to their homes. Anyway, who you got there?"
"Just some people I found trying to attack some homeless, accidentally hit them too hard." He tosses them into the pit, jumping down after them "Could you do me a favor and bring them back, I'd rather not have that blood on my hands, considering how many people I've already killed."
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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 tilts his head confused "What the [gp]'s a library?"
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.)
*Cool! You get to pick, since I'm trying to help you develop that skill.*
Felix is at the corpse pit, digging up and sorting the bones to send to the proper family grave plots.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*WHY! I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE THINGS DAD!/jk*
Rag walks over to the edge of the pit, looking down into it, not expecting to see Felix there, carrying several black bags over his shoulder.
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.)
*Hello, I am back. I had to give a presentation in front of 55 people and I am emotionally exhausted.*
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
"That's... that's very insightful." She ponders it for a second while having another bite of stew. "Almost sounds like something my boss would say."
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)
*Be gentle with yourself for now. I'm sure you didn't just rock your presentation, you death metaled it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That just sounds like I didn't just killed, I jigsaw murdered it."
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
Felix looks up, his usual chill expression plastered on his face. Meaning he looks plastered. "Hey, man. I've decided to start using this as a sort of 'lost and found' for corpses. As a cleric, I can revive them if they're claimed. Otherwise I'll just send the remains to their homes. Anyway, who you got there?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I would assume that is flattering. Thank you. I'm Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag." He says reaching out a hand to shake, his hand larger than her head.
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.)
*hmmmmm. Y'know what, y'all choose who ya wanna RP with. Just pick a character or character's and I shall make it happen.*
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
*-hugs-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just some people I found trying to attack some homeless, accidentally hit them too hard." He tosses them into the pit, jumping down after them "Could you do me a favor and bring them back, I'd rather not have that blood on my hands, considering how many people I've already killed."
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.)
*Weeeeeee*
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
*yay*
Theren wakes up, yawning widely in lores arms.
Phoenix is flicking grapes at Jack playfully
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore smiles, picking him up "Morning there."
Jack hisses and laughs "Phoenix! I swear!"
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 would ask to do the pm but I get that your emotionally tired :)*
As he's picked up he lets out a startled yelp. "M-morning."
He flicks another one. "What?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*mauric is 5’2”*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I will do it later if that is okay. I am sorry :(*
She smiles and kisses him all over his face.
"You're being mean!"
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
*Short Kings*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*No no. its fine. take your time :3*
He squirms, laughing.
"Nuh uh!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.