*I got an idea but it's kinda hard to put into words.
A weapons factory owner who nobody has ever seen in person, but they are known for dozens of weapons that have changed the tides of wars and that have taken more kills than any of weapons but the weapons nowadays are very rare and the factory is empty and cold but the owner still lives there.
But the owner is literally just a puffball of a chinchilla.*
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
Cerberus looks towards Clem’s eyes and point to his horns, shaped like a stags, then downwards. A deep, deep downwards motion. He mouths the word ‘Tiefling’.
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
Cerberus looks towards Clem’s eyes and point to his horns, shaped like a stags, then downwards. A deep, deep downwards motion. He mouths the word ‘Tiefling’.
They nod, sitting down in front of them, continuing to eat the rat, “I assume you can’t speak, or you’re very shy. Do you know sign language?” They say, looking Cerberus up and down, interested in getting to know them.
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
Cerberus looks towards Clem’s eyes and point to his horns, shaped like a stags, then downwards. A deep, deep downwards motion. He mouths the word ‘Tiefling’.
They nod, sitting down in front of them, continuing to eat the rat, “I assume you can’t speak, or you’re very shy. Do you know sign language?” They say, looking Cerberus up and down, interested in getting to know them.
*the following is in sign language* ‘Mute. Cultists took my tongue when I was a kid.’
*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
Cerberus looks towards Clem’s eyes and point to his horns, shaped like a stags, then downwards. A deep, deep downwards motion. He mouths the word ‘Tiefling’.
They nod, sitting down in front of them, continuing to eat the rat, “I assume you can’t speak, or you’re very shy. Do you know sign language?” They say, looking Cerberus up and down, interested in getting to know them.
*the following is in sign language* ‘Mute. Cultists took my tongue when I was a kid.’
He nods and signs back ‘Understood, cultists are the worst aren’t they?’ He chuckles.
*cool. See you later. I wish you a FINE meal.* (FINE as in fantastic)
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Reminds me of Papyrus with a AK 47.*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*guten morgen*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hallo dear Jobah.*
Hello hello hello
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
Cerberus looks towards Clem’s eyes and point to his horns, shaped like a stags, then downwards. A deep, deep downwards motion. He mouths the word ‘Tiefling’.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They nod, sitting down in front of them, continuing to eat the rat, “I assume you can’t speak, or you’re very shy. Do you know sign language?” They say, looking Cerberus up and down, interested in getting to know them.
*the following is in sign language*
‘Mute. Cultists took my tongue when I was a kid.’
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He nods and signs back ‘Understood, cultists are the worst aren’t they?’ He chuckles.
*oh hey i’m back once more, had to call my aunt*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Welcome back friendo, how is thou feeling?*
*pushing my feelings ever deeper down into the well of soul so… good! 😊*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.