A woman sits at the bar in the tavern, her long black hair spilling around her like a waterfall of inky darkness. She wears a loose black blouse, a pair of black leather pants, and heeled boots. She is scribbling something down on a napkin, hastily written the point it doesn't even look like words, more like squiggles. She sighs, crumpling it up, throwing it in the trash before placing her head in her palm, staring at the top shelf of alcohol.
A short, emaciated man dressed in filthy rags steps in dramatically. His hair is long, unkempt, and filthy. He looks like he hasn't had the option for even the vaguest self-care for months at least, but he walks like a nobleman. He has a heavy coinpurse clutched in his long-nailed hand, from which he removes three platinum coins and places them on the counter, laughing.
"Time to share my luck! One for everyone!"
She looks down at him, a look a mild amusement on her face "No thank you, I stopped drinking long ago. Trying to quit smoking next."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A huge beast, maybe 11 feet tall and wearing dress pants of cheap silk, moves forward from the dark of the woods (I assume he isn't whittling in the tavern). He has thick, fluffy fur in bright lime and cerulean, big sharp teeth, and a strong, sweet scent, like candles and perfume. "Whater'ya makin'?" He speaks with a slow, deep voice and a Southern drawl. He genuinely does not look very intelligent, despite his sharp manner of dress. He has eyes like a puppy.
*Lazarus is a plate-armor garbed Oathbreaker Vampire. They have the emblazoned crest of a fire-red eagle on their armor. Their eyes are blood-shot red, their hair jet black, and their skin pale white*
Lazarus looks up, steeling themselves. "A depiction of an elk... Want me to change it to you?" He attempts to jokes.
*Wait, so like a werebeast?*
The hulking monster tilts his head. "I like elk. The Shepherd bought some for me once." He sits down and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wood-and-felt marionette. It's clearly for a children's show, but it's somewhat grotesque and oversized. It looks like a pale, grumpy old man. The beast begins to put on accessories like a wig and makeup, until it looks vaguely like Lazarus. He looks happy with his puppet, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Waddya think?"
A huge beast, maybe 11 feet tall and wearing dress pants of cheap silk, moves forward from the dark of the woods (I assume he isn't whittling in the tavern). He has thick, fluffy fur in bright lime and cerulean, big sharp teeth, and a strong, sweet scent, like candles and perfume. "Whater'ya makin'?" He speaks with a slow, deep voice and a Southern drawl. He genuinely does not look very intelligent, despite his sharp manner of dress. He has eyes like a puppy.
*Lazarus is a plate-armor garbed Oathbreaker Vampire. They have the emblazoned crest of a fire-red eagle on their armor. Their eyes are blood-shot red, their hair jet black, and their skin pale white*
Lazarus looks up, steeling themselves. "A depiction of an elk... Want me to change it to you?" He attempts to jokes.
*Wait, so like a werebeast?*
The hulking monster tilts his head. "I like elk. The Shepherd bought some for me once." He sits down and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wood-and-felt marionette. It's clearly for a children's show, but it's somewhat grotesque and oversized. It looks like a pale, grumpy old man. The beast begins to put on accessories like a wig and makeup, until it looks vaguely like Lazarus. He looks happy with his puppet, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Waddya think?"
*Something like that*
"I think this is some sympthetic magic at work." They say, raising an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"
*Got it*
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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
A woman sits at the bar in the tavern, her long black hair spilling around her like a waterfall of inky darkness. She wears a loose black blouse, a pair of black leather pants, and heeled boots. She is scribbling something down on a napkin, hastily written the point it doesn't even look like words, more like squiggles. She sighs, crumpling it up, throwing it in the trash before placing her head in her palm, staring at the top shelf of alcohol.
A short, emaciated man dressed in filthy rags steps in dramatically. His hair is long, unkempt, and filthy. He looks like he hasn't had the option for even the vaguest self-care for months at least, but he walks like a nobleman. He has a heavy coinpurse clutched in his long-nailed hand, from which he removes three platinum coins and places them on the counter, laughing.
"Time to share my luck! One for everyone!"
She looks down at him, a look a mild amusement on her face "No thank you, I stopped drinking long ago. Trying to quit smoking next."
He chuckles, looking at her. "I don't drink either. Seen too many fall for the bottle so hard they forget their friends... and themselves. But who am I to tell others what they can and can't enjoy?"
The hulking monster tilts his head. "I like elk. The Shepherd bought some for me once." He sits down and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wood-and-felt marionette. It's clearly for a children's show, but it's somewhat grotesque and oversized. It looks like a pale, grumpy old man. The beast begins to put on accessories like a wig and makeup, until it looks vaguely like Lazarus. He looks happy with his puppet, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Waddya think?"
*Something like that*
"I think this is some sympthetic magic at work." They say, raising an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"
*Got it*
He tilts his head again, thinking. After a moment, he articulates a response. "Uhh... Nuh-uh. That's like... voodoo dolls, right?" He ties the strings to his claws and makes the puppet dance. "I just think they're neat." He smiles wide.
The hulking monster tilts his head. "I like elk. The Shepherd bought some for me once." He sits down and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wood-and-felt marionette. It's clearly for a children's show, but it's somewhat grotesque and oversized. It looks like a pale, grumpy old man. The beast begins to put on accessories like a wig and makeup, until it looks vaguely like Lazarus. He looks happy with his puppet, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Waddya think?"
*Something like that*
"I think this is some sympthetic magic at work." They say, raising an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"
*Got it*
He tilts his head again, thinking. After a moment, he articulates a response. "Uhh... Nuh-uh. That's like... voodoo dolls, right?" He ties the strings to his claws and makes the puppet dance. "I just think they're neat." He smiles wide.
"So it is sympathetic. What is done onto that reflects onto me." They state, before thinking. "Do you practice such a craft well?"
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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
He tilts his head again, thinking. After a moment, he articulates a response. "Uhh... Nuh-uh. That's like... voodoo dolls, right?" He ties the strings to his claws and makes the puppet dance. "I just think they're neat." He smiles wide.
"So it is sympathetic. What is done onto that reflects onto me." They state, before thinking. "Do you practice such a craft well?"
"I dunno. I got a little... magic stuff." He has the puppet mime whittling with surprising detail in its movement. "I like making puppets. Making people happy. Not good at voices, though. But it's uh'kay. I can... hear da laughs better." He looks up from the three-foot-tall marionette and into Lazarus' eyes. "Do you like it?"
A woman sits at the bar in the tavern, her long black hair spilling around her like a waterfall of inky darkness. She wears a loose black blouse, a pair of black leather pants, and heeled boots. She is scribbling something down on a napkin, hastily written the point it doesn't even look like words, more like squiggles. She sighs, crumpling it up, throwing it in the trash before placing her head in her palm, staring at the top shelf of alcohol.
A short, emaciated man dressed in filthy rags steps in dramatically. His hair is long, unkempt, and filthy. He looks like he hasn't had the option for even the vaguest self-care for months at least, but he walks like a nobleman. He has a heavy coinpurse clutched in his long-nailed hand, from which he removes three platinum coins and places them on the counter, laughing.
"Time to share my luck! One for everyone!"
She looks down at him, a look a mild amusement on her face "No thank you, I stopped drinking long ago. Trying to quit smoking next."
He chuckles, looking at her. "I don't drink either. Seen too many fall for the bottle so hard they forget their friends... and themselves. But who am I to tell others what they can and can't enjoy?"
"Good on you, sharing your wealth to bring others some happiness."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
He chuckles, looking at her. "I don't drink either. Seen too many fall for the bottle so hard they forget their friends... and themselves. But who am I to tell others what they can and can't enjoy?"
"Good on you, sharing your wealth to bring others some happiness."
He giggles. "I'm gonna get a bath and perfume, and I'm gonna go to a barber, and I'm gonna have some real food! Did you know that they don't mix up their garbage here? Most places, see, they stir everything together to ruin it, so people like me will starve. But lucky me, some rich kid got themself dumped in the river in a bag, and they were so grateful for my rescue, they left me all the valuables they had on em'! Made myself a pretty penny off those earrings!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
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She looks down at him, a look a mild amusement on her face "No thank you, I stopped drinking long ago. Trying to quit smoking next."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Food, clothes, books, potions, weapons, armor, and more." She corrects, laughing lightly.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The lizardfolk looks confused at this, be declines to correct the obviously wrong humaniod.
"So a job represents the totality of what you desire?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The hulking monster tilts his head. "I like elk. The Shepherd bought some for me once." He sits down and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wood-and-felt marionette. It's clearly for a children's show, but it's somewhat grotesque and oversized. It looks like a pale, grumpy old man. The beast begins to put on accessories like a wig and makeup, until it looks vaguely like Lazarus. He looks happy with his puppet, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Waddya think?"
*Something like that*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Sadly, probably and honestly? I hate it all. The world hates everyone after all."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I think this is some sympthetic magic at work." They say, raising an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"
*Got it*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"It doesn't hate me." They reply. "The simply life here suits me." They lizardfolk replies
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Good for you then my friend." She nods politely.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How does it hate you?" Ihtros inquires.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yes, more than others it seems.." she stares down at her free hand, narrowing her eyes "I don't know where I went wrong sometimes."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Do you hunt?" They ask bluntly
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No... Well.. no, no I don't."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It seems that you follow Kecuala over Semuanya. That provides the problems." They say, full of themselves
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He chuckles, looking at her. "I don't drink either. Seen too many fall for the bottle so hard they forget their friends... and themselves. But who am I to tell others what they can and can't enjoy?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He tilts his head again, thinking. After a moment, he articulates a response. "Uhh... Nuh-uh. That's like... voodoo dolls, right?" He ties the strings to his claws and makes the puppet dance. "I just think they're neat." He smiles wide.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"So it is sympathetic. What is done onto that reflects onto me." They state, before thinking. "Do you practice such a craft well?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Excuse me?" She raised a brow in confusion.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I dunno. I got a little... magic stuff." He has the puppet mime whittling with surprising detail in its movement. "I like making puppets. Making people happy. Not good at voices, though. But it's uh'kay. I can... hear da laughs better." He looks up from the three-foot-tall marionette and into Lazarus' eyes. "Do you like it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Good on you, sharing your wealth to bring others some happiness."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He giggles. "I'm gonna get a bath and perfume, and I'm gonna go to a barber, and I'm gonna have some real food! Did you know that they don't mix up their garbage here? Most places, see, they stir everything together to ruin it, so people like me will starve. But lucky me, some rich kid got themself dumped in the river in a bag, and they were so grateful for my rescue, they left me all the valuables they had on em'! Made myself a pretty penny off those earrings!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine