*Little update: played with Plague Eater, and both the DM and I agreed that the Staff of the Magi was a bit strong, so we "downgraded" it to a Staff of Power*
*Little update: played with Plague Eater, and both the DM and I agreed that the Staff of the Magi was a bit strong, so we "downgraded" it to a Staff of Power*
*Also, we are considering making him a homebrew staff.*
*Little update: played with Plague Eater, and both the DM and I agreed that the Staff of the Magi was a bit strong, so we "downgraded" it to a Staff of Power*
*Also, we are considering making him a homebrew staff.*
(I'm really good at homebrew! I can help)
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
"What is the matter?" says the reptilian monster. She somehow managed to enter the shop quietly and has mostly concealed her odd appearance with her cloak and shawl.
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
"What is the matter?" says the reptilian monster. She somehow managed to enter the shop quietly and has mostly concealed her odd appearance with her cloak and shawl.
"I just have days like this. I've been dead for almost a thousand years. Almost everything I even started fighting for is gone. People either see me as a hero or a monster now, and I keep disappointing both of those groups. It's just... I don't know why I'm even back."
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
"What is the matter?" says the reptilian monster. She somehow managed to enter the shop quietly and has mostly concealed her odd appearance with her cloak and shawl.
"I just have days like this. I've been dead for almost a thousand years. Almost everything I even started fighting for is gone. People either see me as a hero or a monster now, and I keep disappointing both of those groups. It's just... I don't know why I'm even back."
"Sounds tough." her yellow eyes are all that can be seen from her hood, "So what are you waiting for? Are you going to sit here and eat until someone comes and explains your existence to you? You have received a second chance at life, aren't you going to do something with it?"
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
"What is the matter?" says the reptilian monster. She somehow managed to enter the shop quietly and has mostly concealed her odd appearance with her cloak and shawl.
"I just have days like this. I've been dead for almost a thousand years. Almost everything I even started fighting for is gone. People either see me as a hero or a monster now, and I keep disappointing both of those groups. It's just... I don't know why I'm even back."
"Sounds tough." her yellow eyes are all that can be seen from her hood, "So what are you waiting for? Are you going to sit here and eat until someone comes and explains your existence to you? You have received a second chance at life, aren't you going to do something with it?"
"No, not really. My only real skill is killing, and we all know what happens when someone gets a bit overzealous with that talent. I might go on some adventures, but those usually do as much harm as good. I miss the days when I had no moral compass and only cared about comfort and survival, like a normal lizardfolk."
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
"What is the matter?" says the reptilian monster. She somehow managed to enter the shop quietly and has mostly concealed her odd appearance with her cloak and shawl.
"I just have days like this. I've been dead for almost a thousand years. Almost everything I even started fighting for is gone. People either see me as a hero or a monster now, and I keep disappointing both of those groups. It's just... I don't know why I'm even back."
"Sounds tough." her yellow eyes are all that can be seen from her hood, "So what are you waiting for? Are you going to sit here and eat until someone comes and explains your existence to you? You have received a second chance at life, aren't you going to do something with it?"
"No, not really. My only real skill is killing, and we all know what happens when someone gets a bit overzealous with that talent. I might go on some adventures, but those usually do as much harm as good. I miss the days when I had no moral compass and only cared about comfort and survival, like a normal lizardfolk."
She snorts, "You are blessed with the ability to do good and cursed with the ability to do evil. You are not the only one in such a situation."
"Yeah totally!"
"Sewer Crew... Agreed."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
'Yeah! Tyrion, can ya design us a tag?'
When they reach the stall, Bill Skorpoynt buys the stuff for a reasonable price
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Thanks Bill! This is Mercy."
"It is nice to make your acquaintance."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
'Nice to meet ya too.' He smiles, showing a mouth of rotten teeth.
*gtg*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(bye)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Little update: played with Plague Eater, and both the DM and I agreed that the Staff of the Magi was a bit strong, so we "downgraded" it to a Staff of Power*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also, we are considering making him a homebrew staff.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I'm really good at homebrew! I can help)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*hi. I can also hb help*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hi*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Flint is unblocking a drain from the inside
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Ogrulla is practicing the bonecraft she was taught. She assembles the bones of some dead animal into some sort of strange contraption.
*Sorry, I had to hand-wash a ton of knives, and rping at the same time would not bode well for my health or my computer's*
Plague Eater is laying his face on a table at the noodle shop. Bowls are piled around him, and the shop is almost out of stock. Plague Eater sighs and plays with his medal, rolling it on the table and between his fingers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What is the matter?" says the reptilian monster. She somehow managed to enter the shop quietly and has mostly concealed her odd appearance with her cloak and shawl.
"I just have days like this. I've been dead for almost a thousand years. Almost everything I even started fighting for is gone. People either see me as a hero or a monster now, and I keep disappointing both of those groups. It's just... I don't know why I'm even back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Meepo is in the clubhouse, he’s at the corner he’s turned into a workshop, trying to find a way to decorate it.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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"Sounds tough." her yellow eyes are all that can be seen from her hood, "So what are you waiting for? Are you going to sit here and eat until someone comes and explains your existence to you? You have received a second chance at life, aren't you going to do something with it?"
"No, not really. My only real skill is killing, and we all know what happens when someone gets a bit overzealous with that talent. I might go on some adventures, but those usually do as much harm as good. I miss the days when I had no moral compass and only cared about comfort and survival, like a normal lizardfolk."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She snorts, "You are blessed with the ability to do good and cursed with the ability to do evil. You are not the only one in such a situation."
*hi!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.