*me thinks I'll hold off on bringing Yuri back. I don't want to tred on the cool character Salem made so I'll sit on the idea and use it later. Besides, I gotta work on my Fey King of Darkness anyways.*
A young adult looking gnome walks into the Inn. A simple monk robe dons them, with a yellow belt on a red robe. Their clothing is surprisingly muted and loose for a gnome, looking tailored for a larger body. Their white hair stands up, befitting their gnomish heritage, and their brown eyes have a yellowish gleam in them. A Naginata (glaive) rest on their back, its black steel gleaming in the sun, perfectly sized for them unlike their clothing. A necklace with numerous rings of different cultures and make circles their neck.
As they step their curved shoes in, the faint smell of blood quaffs in. They order a glass of Sake for themselves, before looking over the tavern, surveying the place. They take note of the library, and the fire, before spinning and ordering a light lunch to start themselves off with. With their back turned to the main room, the slightly glowing design of interwoven designs shimmer upon their back.
Truesight:
A large muscular oni stands where the gnome is. Their two ivory horns jut out of their head before curving back in, with a mullet of scarlet red hair falling down to their back. Their eyes are black save for two pin pricks of yellow. Their black claws extend from their red skin, gripping their glass. As they drink from their glass, a pair of fangs reveal themselves, before being hidden once more behind lips.
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*the sefirot mock me for i cannot unravel their truths*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Basic rules more so. We're workers, can't exactly be as chummy with the patrons as others may"
*March or April something.*
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
*So true, so true*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They shrug. "I'll name you Garry then, Garry."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"If you want" he shrugs
A young adult looking gnome walks into the Inn. A simple monk robe dons them, with a yellow belt on a red robe. Their clothing is surprisingly muted and loose for a gnome, looking tailored for a larger body. Their white hair stands up, befitting their gnomish heritage, and their brown eyes have a yellowish gleam in them. A Naginata (glaive) rest on their back, its black steel gleaming in the sun, perfectly sized for them unlike their clothing. A necklace with numerous rings of different cultures and make circles their neck.
As they step their curved shoes in, the faint smell of blood quaffs in. They order a glass of Sake for themselves, before looking over the tavern, surveying the place. They take note of the library, and the fire, before spinning and ordering a light lunch to start themselves off with. With their back turned to the main room, the slightly glowing design of interwoven designs shimmer upon their back.
Truesight:
A large muscular oni stands where the gnome is. Their two ivory horns jut out of their head before curving back in, with a mullet of scarlet red hair falling down to their back. Their eyes are black save for two pin pricks of yellow. Their black claws extend from their red skin, gripping their glass. As they drink from their glass, a pair of fangs reveal themselves, before being hidden once more behind lips.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I heard someone mention fey!*
Yacatl waves goodbye to Garry, and continues on their merry way.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yacatl is from the feywild, and he mentioned it when talking to Garry*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
he continues to run the stall, while Yacatl can go to any other area of the fair open to the public
*I see.*
*but anyways, how do you do?*
*Alright. I introed a new character, but no one has responded. I guess me and alaric are in the same boat*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Thirteen is making matcha.
Mauric is making waffles.
Loriche is making a new hatchet and hammer.
Riotan is making bad decisions.
Eito is hopelessly lost.
Malafasa is making a tornado.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Scott is helping Thirteen the best he can, including getting the matcha whisk ready. (Yes, I know how to properly make matcha)
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan.
Malafasa can sense they are being watching by something.
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
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Good morning!*
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