A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
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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 female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
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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 female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
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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 man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
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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 man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
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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 man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
*Hi Baalzeboop*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Good morning!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good afternoon from the UK! Want to rp at YonStore?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Always!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Kesha, Yes im that type of weirdo)
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
*Jimmy Eat World*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde