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*
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
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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.
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.
“Aaaaaand done.” He draws the clear soup into a bowl and hands it to you. It looks delicious, swimming with herbs and a wonderful reddish tint to the broth.
“Thanks. Shame they can’t do cool stuff like yours.”
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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.
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*
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
"As a standard, golems traditionally do not feel pain. My design, however, is closer to life. They can empathize, they can create, and yes, they can feel pain. It was not my intent but it came as a side effect of the process"
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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
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*
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
"As a standard, golems traditionally do not feel pain. My design, however, is closer to life. They can empathize, they can create, and yes, they can feel pain. It was not my intent but it came as a side effect of the process"
“Can it bleed?” He tilts his head further, nearing Exorcist levels.
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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.*
*Sounds like a fun character concept, and I look forward to whatever you create!*
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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)
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.
“Aaaaaand done.” He draws the clear soup into a bowl and hands it to you. It looks delicious, swimming with herbs and a wonderful reddish tint to the broth.
“Thanks. Shame they can’t do cool stuff like yours.”
He takes the bowl with a smile and a bow, “Thank you very much for this.” He sits down and begins to ravenously eat the soup, eating the contents and drinking the remaining liquid.
She lays back down “Mine can only do so much, I can’t copy people, that is somethin’ truly special.”
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*
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
"As a standard, golems traditionally do not feel pain. My design, however, is closer to life. They can empathize, they can create, and yes, they can feel pain. It was not my intent but it came as a side effect of the process"
“Can it bleed?” He tilts his head further, nearing Exorcist levels.
"No, they are nothing but clay, stone, and magic. They cannot bleed, neither can they die."
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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
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.
“Aaaaaand done.” He draws the clear soup into a bowl and hands it to you. It looks delicious, swimming with herbs and a wonderful reddish tint to the broth.
“Thanks. Shame they can’t do cool stuff like yours.”
He takes the bowl with a smile and a bow, “Thank you very much for this.” He sits down and begins to ravenously eat the soup, eating the contents and drinking the remaining liquid.
She lays back down “Mine can only do so much, I can’t copy people, that is somethin’ truly special.”
It’s very good, though the aftertaste is a little much for your taste.
“Either way, you know stuff I never did. Really cool stuff.”
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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.
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*
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
"As a standard, golems traditionally do not feel pain. My design, however, is closer to life. They can empathize, they can create, and yes, they can feel pain. It was not my intent but it came as a side effect of the process"
“Can it bleed?” He tilts his head further, nearing Exorcist levels.
"No, they are nothing but clay, stone, and magic. They cannot bleed, neither can they die."
“Hm. Not bad, but a little boring. The viscera is the fun part. If it weren’t, nobody’d care about the fun murderers! I believe I’ll have to pass, but thank you.”
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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.*
*I'm sure it will be great, whatever you make. I tend to like characters who are a mix of martial and magic, which is why I like half-casters, Blade Warlocks, and Bladesinger Wizards*
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*
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
"As a standard, golems traditionally do not feel pain. My design, however, is closer to life. They can empathize, they can create, and yes, they can feel pain. It was not my intent but it came as a side effect of the process"
“Can it bleed?” He tilts his head further, nearing Exorcist levels.
"No, they are nothing but clay, stone, and magic. They cannot bleed, neither can they die."
“Hm. Not bad, but a little boring. The viscera is the fun part. If it weren’t, nobody’d care about the fun murderers! I believe I’ll have to pass, but thank you.”
He squints. "That's an interesting outlook."
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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
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.
“Aaaaaand done.” He draws the clear soup into a bowl and hands it to you. It looks delicious, swimming with herbs and a wonderful reddish tint to the broth.
“Thanks. Shame they can’t do cool stuff like yours.”
He takes the bowl with a smile and a bow, “Thank you very much for this.” He sits down and begins to ravenously eat the soup, eating the contents and drinking the remaining liquid.
She lays back down “Mine can only do so much, I can’t copy people, that is somethin’ truly special.”
It’s very good, though the aftertaste is a little much for your taste.
“Either way, you know stuff I never did. Really cool stuff.”
He looks back to Mauric “Potent aftertaste, it’s really good. Do you know a place I could stay? You know until I get a job?”
She shrugs “An’ you the same.” She sighs “This view is amazin’, an’ so is this town.”
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.
“Aaaaaand done.” He draws the clear soup into a bowl and hands it to you. It looks delicious, swimming with herbs and a wonderful reddish tint to the broth.
“Thanks. Shame they can’t do cool stuff like yours.”
He takes the bowl with a smile and a bow, “Thank you very much for this.” He sits down and begins to ravenously eat the soup, eating the contents and drinking the remaining liquid.
She lays back down “Mine can only do so much, I can’t copy people, that is somethin’ truly special.”
It’s very good, though the aftertaste is a little much for your taste.
“Either way, you know stuff I never did. Really cool stuff.”
He looks back to Mauric “Potent aftertaste, it’s really good. Do you know a place I could stay? You know until I get a job?”
She shrugs “An’ you the same.” She sighs “This view is amazin’, an’ so is this town.”
“Yeah, here. I’m the janitor, matter of fact.”
“Mhm. There’s quite a lot here.“
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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.
“Oh cool, and you wouldn’t mind recommending the person who almost got your friend killed?”
She sighs, closing her eyes. Her skin begins to cover with some kind of black bile, slowly spreading like ocean waves crashing against the shore, eventually her body is completely covered in it, becoming a starry visage of her form, the constellations becoming more pronounced.
“Oh cool, and you wouldn’t mind recommending the person who almost got your friend killed?”
She sighs, closing her eyes. Her skin begins to cover with some kind of black bile, slowly spreading like ocean waves crashing against the shore, eventually her body is completely covered in it, becoming a starry visage of her form, the constellations becoming more pronounced.
“Well I mean you didn’t want to bring him in, you had to carry justice out. And y’know, we made it out so no harm done. But you still better watch yourself.” His tone suddenly grows dangerous.
“Cool!” Rio watches her with interest. “You’re even more beautiful now.”
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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.
“Oh cool, and you wouldn’t mind recommending the person who almost got your friend killed?”
She sighs, closing her eyes. Her skin begins to cover with some kind of black bile, slowly spreading like ocean waves crashing against the shore, eventually her body is completely covered in it, becoming a starry visage of her form, the constellations becoming more pronounced.
“Well I mean you didn’t want to bring him in, you had to carry justice out. And y’know, we made it out so no harm done. But you still better watch yourself.” His tone suddenly grows dangerous.
“Cool!” Rio watches her with interest. “You’re even more beautiful now.”
He holds up the bowl as well as his hands “Didn’t plan on doing anything stupid, I’m probably not strong enough to fight you, based on how strong everyone else here seems to be.”
She looks to herself “Hmm, still can do it.” She takes a rock from her pocket, chucking it as far as she can, one of the constellations glowing as he becomes seemingly imbued with starlight.
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.
Soon the dragon reaches the inn, where she can smell the delightful food inside. After a moment of contemplation, she shape-changes into a cobra hooded Yuan-ti Abomination draped in a shawl of vines, mushrooms, lichen, and moss before slithering inside.
“Oh cool, and you wouldn’t mind recommending the person who almost got your friend killed?”
She sighs, closing her eyes. Her skin begins to cover with some kind of black bile, slowly spreading like ocean waves crashing against the shore, eventually her body is completely covered in it, becoming a starry visage of her form, the constellations becoming more pronounced.
“Well I mean you didn’t want to bring him in, you had to carry justice out. And y’know, we made it out so no harm done. But you still better watch yourself.” His tone suddenly grows dangerous.
“Cool!” Rio watches her with interest. “You’re even more beautiful now.”
He holds up the bowl as well as his hands “Didn’t plan on doing anything stupid, I’m probably not strong enough to fight you, based on how strong everyone else here seems to be.”
She looks to herself “Hmm, still can do it.” She takes a rock from her pocket, chucking it as far as she can, one of the constellations glowing as he becomes seemingly imbued with starlight.
“Aww, I’m just a chef and a druid. All I’d do is make cilantro sprout under your skin or something.”
“What’d that do? Turn it into a bomb or something?”
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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.
“Mhm. Can it feel pain?” He tilts his head, bemused by both of them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Aaaaaand done.” He draws the clear soup into a bowl and hands it to you. It looks delicious, swimming with herbs and a wonderful reddish tint to the broth.
“Thanks. Shame they can’t do cool stuff like yours.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"As a standard, golems traditionally do not feel pain. My design, however, is closer to life. They can empathize, they can create, and yes, they can feel pain. It was not my intent but it came as a side effect of the process"
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
“Can it bleed?” He tilts his head further, nearing Exorcist levels.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sounds like a fun character concept, and I look forward to whatever you create!*
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)
He takes the bowl with a smile and a bow, “Thank you very much for this.” He sits down and begins to ravenously eat the soup, eating the contents and drinking the remaining liquid.
She lays back down “Mine can only do so much, I can’t copy people, that is somethin’ truly special.”
"No, they are nothing but clay, stone, and magic. They cannot bleed, neither can they die."
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
It’s very good, though the aftertaste is a little much for your taste.
“Either way, you know stuff I never did. Really cool stuff.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hm. Not bad, but a little boring. The viscera is the fun part. If it weren’t, nobody’d care about the fun murderers! I believe I’ll have to pass, but thank you.”
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'm sure it will be great, whatever you make. I tend to like characters who are a mix of martial and magic, which is why I like half-casters, Blade Warlocks, and Bladesinger Wizards*
He squints. "That's an interesting outlook."
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
He looks back to Mauric “Potent aftertaste, it’s really good. Do you know a place I could stay? You know until I get a job?”
She shrugs “An’ you the same.” She sighs “This view is amazin’, an’ so is this town.”
“Yeah, here. I’m the janitor, matter of fact.”
“Mhm. There’s quite a lot here.“
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 cool, and you wouldn’t mind recommending the person who almost got your friend killed?”
She sighs, closing her eyes. Her skin begins to cover with some kind of black bile, slowly spreading like ocean waves crashing against the shore, eventually her body is completely covered in it, becoming a starry visage of her form, the constellations becoming more pronounced.
“Well I mean you didn’t want to bring him in, you had to carry justice out. And y’know, we made it out so no harm done. But you still better watch yourself.” His tone suddenly grows dangerous.
“Cool!” Rio watches her with interest. “You’re even more beautiful now.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He holds up the bowl as well as his hands “Didn’t plan on doing anything stupid, I’m probably not strong enough to fight you, based on how strong everyone else here seems to be.”
She looks to herself “Hmm, still can do it.” She takes a rock from her pocket, chucking it as far as she can, one of the constellations glowing as he becomes seemingly imbued with starlight.
Soon the dragon reaches the inn, where she can smell the delightful food inside. After a moment of contemplation, she shape-changes into a cobra hooded Yuan-ti Abomination draped in a shawl of vines, mushrooms, lichen, and moss before slithering inside.
Omori sits on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching just like old times.
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)
“Aww, I’m just a chef and a druid. All I’d do is make cilantro sprout under your skin or something.”
“What’d that do? Turn it into a bomb or something?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That sounds exceedingly itchy, so I think I’ll stick to being friend rather than foe for you.” He says, shuttering slightly at the thought.
“You think I’m beautiful? An’ I just made it hit harder than bein’ shot through the chest.”