*Yeah, 30 pages! and Screamer works for Drake now (I'm a mod), and yeah, an eladrin girl named Yaisha who doesn't seem to like talking that much is looking for her brother*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Yeah, 30 pages! and Screamer works for Drake now (I'm a mod), and yeah, an eladrin girl named Yaisha who doesn't seem to like talking that much is looking for her brother*
*Congrats on your modship! And thanks for the recap*
*Yep!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
Screamer strolls over. "G'day, mister scarecrow. What's your name?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
Screamer strolls over. "G'day, mister scarecrow. What's your name?"
It speaks in a confident, deep voice, dramatically contrasting its body language. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters! ...Monster... monster... monsterrrrrrr..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
Screamer strolls over. "G'day, mister scarecrow. What's your name?"
It speaks in a confident, deep voice, dramatically contrasting its body language. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters! ...Monster... monster... monsterrrrrrr..."
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
Screamer strolls over. "G'day, mister scarecrow. What's your name?"
It speaks in a confident, deep voice, dramatically contrasting its body language. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters! ...Monster... monster... monsterrrrrrr..."
The door bursts open and in steps a large, rotund human man. Though you can see he's balding, the smooth black hair he still has, streaked with gray, reaches down to cover his ears, and his walrus mustache of the same colors almost covers his mouth. His brown leather tunic is a little too small, but his black pants seem to fit. His shoes are loafers dyed bright pink, matching the pink star-shaped earring in his left ear. His expression is jovial and he's holding two silver coins in his right hand, the strap of a bulky pack in the other. Slamming the coins down on the bar, he says in a loud voice, "An ale, please, and do you serve any lobster? Oh, and a room for the night." Setting down the pack and sitting down on a bar stool, he surveys the crowd, still smiling. Then he takes out a book and begins to read while waiting for his order.
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
Screamer strolls over. "G'day, mister scarecrow. What's your name?"
It speaks in a confident, deep voice, dramatically contrasting its body language. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters! ...Monster... monster... monsterrrrrrr..."
The door bursts open and in steps a large, rotund human man. Though you can see he's balding, the smooth black hair he still has, streaked with gray, reaches down to cover his ears, and his walrus mustache of the same colors almost covers his mouth. His brown leather tunic is a little too small, but his black pants seem to fit. His shoes are loafers dyed bright pink, matching the pink star-shaped earring in his left ear. His expression is jovial and he's holding two silver coins in his right hand, the strap of a bulky pack in the other. Slamming the coins down on the bar, he says in a loud voice, "An ale, please, and do you serve any lobster? Oh, and a room for the night." Setting down the pack and sitting down on a bar stool, he surveys the crowd, still smiling. Then he takes out a book and begins to read while waiting for his order.
Screamer hurries over. "An ale and some delicious lobster coming right up!" He goes into the kitchen, then comes back out with the order. "And here is your key, sir. Room 44. I hope you like it!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Yeah, 30 pages! and Screamer works for Drake now (I'm a mod), and yeah, an eladrin girl named Yaisha who doesn't seem to like talking that much is looking for her brother*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Screamer leans in. "I love stories. As long as they're... unique, I guess. Got any good ones?" He asks the girl.
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*Yep!*
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“I think she’s looking for people to tell her stories, they’re life stories supposedly.”
Back in black baby
"Oh, I see." He offers Yaisha an omelette.
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*I'm gonna bring in a character from another tavern, but from a different time in their life.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cool! excited to meet ya, soldier!*
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Yaisha nods but clutches their diary close, so as not to let other people read.
Yaisha accepts and starts silently eating.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
A scarecrow walks into the tavern, wearing a grey, blood-splattered greatcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. They carry a scythe blade, dripping vibrant sanguine.
It looks traumatized. It slowly walks to a chair and awkwardly sits down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The eladrin girl stops eating, but rather than looking afraid, they just open up their diary and start frantically writing.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Screamer strolls over. "G'day, mister scarecrow. What's your name?"
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It speaks in a confident, deep voice, dramatically contrasting its body language. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters! ...Monster... monster... monsterrrrrrr..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Um, Roscoe? Something wrong?" Screamer looks slightly concerned.
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It tosses the rusty, gore-coated scythe blade onto the table. It quietly looks at its reflection in the thick, fresh blood.
"You were a fighter, yes?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The door bursts open and in steps a large, rotund human man. Though you can see he's balding, the smooth black hair he still has, streaked with gray, reaches down to cover his ears, and his walrus mustache of the same colors almost covers his mouth. His brown leather tunic is a little too small, but his black pants seem to fit. His shoes are loafers dyed bright pink, matching the pink star-shaped earring in his left ear. His expression is jovial and he's holding two silver coins in his right hand, the strap of a bulky pack in the other. Slamming the coins down on the bar, he says in a loud voice, "An ale, please, and do you serve any lobster? Oh, and a room for the night." Setting down the pack and sitting down on a bar stool, he surveys the crowd, still smiling. Then he takes out a book and begins to read while waiting for his order.
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
Yaisha is writing furiously about the newcomer.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Yes, but more of an assassin. I sadly happened to be quite good at it." Screamer stares at the scythe.
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Screamer hurries over. "An ale and some delicious lobster coming right up!" He goes into the kitchen, then comes back out with the order. "And here is your key, sir. Room 44. I hope you like it!"
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