The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
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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.
Flint's like 'Hey Talbot. You want any help with the underground stuff? It's sort of my speciality, y'understand?'
"That would be nice. I would suggest that you let the dungeon know that you are an ally and not a pillager, though. And that you do not dig underneath 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.
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
"Plan carefully? I am the most masterful architect in the world! Of course I plan carefully. Who are you anyway?" He asks, "I am sure you have heard of me, I am none other than the Doofus von Dinkleswith, architect extraordinaire!"
'Dungeon? Is that what you're making? I thought you were building something nice? But sure. Wait, how do I let the dungeon know? Is it sentient?'
"Yes. Think of it as a giant mimic of sorts. It serves as a vault for wealth and destroys thieves that try to take it. You'll notice little holes beside the trapdoors. Hold a piece of meat from the well next to the holes, and then drop it down the trapdoor. It will recognize your scent and not rearrange itself to kill you."
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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 giant mimic? I'm sorry, I didn't realise that was what you were making! I'm sorry, I'm not going anywhere inside a giant mimic! But sure, I'll fetch it some meat, so it doesn't hate me anyway. Don't want it trying to take over my room or anything' He goes and tosses the dungeon some meat. 'What even is this meat?'
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
"Plan carefully? I am the most masterful architect in the world! Of course I plan carefully. Who are you anyway?" He asks, "I am sure you have heard of me, I am none other than the Doofus von Dinkleswith, architect extraordinaire!"
"I'm Talbot. I spent the last couple of millennia building hand-tailored hellscapes for Darklords in the Domains of Dread, including living creatures and their behaviors."
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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 giant mimic? I'm sorry, I didn't realise that was what you were making! I'm sorry, I'm not going anywhere inside a giant mimic! But sure, I'll fetch it some meat, so it doesn't hate me anyway. Don't want it trying to take over my room or anything' He goes and tosses the dungeon some meat. 'What even is this meat?'
"It's part of the dungeon. These shadow creatures tend to grow out of control to the point that they hurt themselves, so I discussed a way to get rid of the excess. The dungeon agreed, and now we have free meat."
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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.
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
"Plan carefully? I am the most masterful architect in the world! Of course I plan carefully. Who are you anyway?" He asks, "I am sure you have heard of me, I am none other than the Doofus von Dinkleswith, architect extraordinaire!"
"I'm Talbot. I spent the last couple of millennia building hand-tailored hellscapes for Darklords in the Domains of Dread, including living creatures and their behaviors."
"Fascinating." he takes a step away from you, "You must be an incredible architect. I have received training at all the greatest schools of architecture. In fact, Doofus isn't my birth name. It is a name that means "The Greatest" in the language of the elves. They gave it to me while I was studying their architecture in their land." He appears to be very proud of this fact.
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
"Plan carefully? I am the most masterful architect in the world! Of course I plan carefully. Who are you anyway?" He asks, "I am sure you have heard of me, I am none other than the Doofus von Dinkleswith, architect extraordinaire!"
"I'm Talbot. I spent the last couple of millennia building hand-tailored hellscapes for Darklords in the Domains of Dread, including living creatures and their behaviors."
"Fascinating." he takes a step away from you, "You must be an incredible architect. I have received training at all the greatest schools of architecture. In fact, Doofus isn't my birth name. It is a name that means "The Greatest" in the language of the elves. They gave it to me while I was studying their architecture in their land." He appears to be very proud of this fact.
"Personally, I think your designs clash with the general vibe of the place."
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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.
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
"Plan carefully? I am the most masterful architect in the world! Of course I plan carefully. Who are you anyway?" He asks, "I am sure you have heard of me, I am none other than the Doofus von Dinkleswith, architect extraordinaire!"
"I'm Talbot. I spent the last couple of millennia building hand-tailored hellscapes for Darklords in the Domains of Dread, including living creatures and their behaviors."
"Fascinating." he takes a step away from you, "You must be an incredible architect. I have received training at all the greatest schools of architecture. In fact, Doofus isn't my birth name. It is a name that means "The Greatest" in the language of the elves. They gave it to me while I was studying their architecture in their land." He appears to be very proud of this fact.
"Personally, I think your designs clash with the general vibe of the place."
"Do you? It is true that our designs will be different, but we come from very different backgrounds and so we will have very different styles. I tend to create majestic structures of beauty and purpose, like an imp fart hot tub, while you create more... fleshy things."
*Edit: Honestly, I wasn't sure what trolling meant until a few moments ago.(I am not tech savvy and am unfamiliar with a lot of online lingo) It seems to me that it means to purposely be inflammatory and just generally annoying and rude online. I am not trying to be rude, let me know why you think I am because I don't want to be upsetting anyone. Also private messages might be where we need to take this so we don't clutter the main thread.*
*It feels like you're being disruptive for the sake of it. I actually care about this, because it's a good place for people to show what they care about and give other people a reason to care. Be it beauty, adventure, or roleplay opportunities, everyone is adding something that is significant to them that shows how they (or at least their characters) see the world. You're doing that too, in a way, but you're playing a deliberately annoying character. Bathroom humor, disruptive and pointless inventions, delusions of grandeur despite being an actual moron... it's not just that you're not taking it seriously, it's that you're not adding a vision to it. I wanted a place where weird adventures could happen; Dutch wanted a place for his favorite characters to feel at home; you just want a place to enjoy low-brow and slapstick humor, evidently. That might not be what you actually want, but it's what you're communicating: You don't care about the tavern, and you don't care about how other people feel about it.
That's just my opinion. It upsets me, but everyone else seems to be fine with it, so I guess this is just a me problem. I just needed to communicate this, and the way I was doing it was bad and made me into the problem, and I'm sorry for that.*
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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.
*It feels like you're being disruptive for the sake of it. I actually care about this, because it's a good place for people to show what they care about and give other people a reason to care. Be it beauty, adventure, or roleplay opportunities, everyone is adding something that is significant to them that shows how they (or at least their characters) see the world. You're doing that too, in a way, but you're playing a deliberately annoying character. Bathroom humor, disruptive and pointless inventions, delusions of grandeur despite being an actual moron... it's not just that you're not taking it seriously, it's that you're not adding a vision to it. I wanted a place where weird adventures could happen; Dutch wanted a place for his favorite characters to feel at home; you just want a place to enjoy low-brow and slapstick humor, evidently. That might not be what you actually want, but it's what you're communicating: You don't care about the tavern, and you don't care about how other people feel about it.
That's just my opinion. It upsets me, but everyone else seems to be fine with it, so I guess this is just a me problem. I just needed to communicate this, and the way I was doing it was bad and made me into the problem, and I'm sorry for that.*
The gnome in the planning room puts the final piece on the castle full of glistening turrets. Then he winds a little wheel on the side. After a few clicks, the model castle rumbles before all the graceful towers rise into the air like rockets, zooming upwards before shattering on the ceiling and causing a rain of shiny metal. The gnome looks at it and says, "No, that won't do."
Flint's like 'Hey Talbot. You want any help with the underground stuff? It's sort of my speciality, y'understand?'
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"Maybe, since none of this can be deconstructed at any point in the future, we should plan carefully."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That would be nice. I would suggest that you let the dungeon know that you are an ally and not a pillager, though. And that you do not dig underneath it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Dungeon? Is that what you're making? I thought you were building something nice? But sure. Wait, how do I let the dungeon know? Is it sentient?'
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"Plan carefully? I am the most masterful architect in the world! Of course I plan carefully. Who are you anyway?" He asks, "I am sure you have heard of me, I am none other than the Doofus von Dinkleswith, architect extraordinaire!"
"Yes. Think of it as a giant mimic of sorts. It serves as a vault for wealth and destroys thieves that try to take it. You'll notice little holes beside the trapdoors. Hold a piece of meat from the well next to the holes, and then drop it down the trapdoor. It will recognize your scent and not rearrange itself to kill you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'A giant mimic? I'm sorry, I didn't realise that was what you were making! I'm sorry, I'm not going anywhere inside a giant mimic! But sure, I'll fetch it some meat, so it doesn't hate me anyway. Don't want it trying to take over my room or anything' He goes and tosses the dungeon some meat. 'What even is this meat?'
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"I'm Talbot. I spent the last couple of millennia building hand-tailored hellscapes for Darklords in the Domains of Dread, including living creatures and their behaviors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Of course you did' Flint's face has gone very pale, and he is obviously frightened
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"It's part of the dungeon. These shadow creatures tend to grow out of control to the point that they hurt themselves, so I discussed a way to get rid of the excess. The dungeon agreed, and now we have free meat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Okay coolcoolcoolcoolcool'
'Did someone say free meat?' It is the Tabaxi, who seems very excited
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"Yes. I was planning on using it in the kitchen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fascinating." he takes a step away from you, "You must be an incredible architect. I have received training at all the greatest schools of architecture. In fact, Doofus isn't my birth name. It is a name that means "The Greatest" in the language of the elves. They gave it to me while I was studying their architecture in their land." He appears to be very proud of this fact.
"Personally, I think your designs clash with the general vibe of the place."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Do you? It is true that our designs will be different, but we come from very different backgrounds and so we will have very different styles. I tend to create majestic structures of beauty and purpose, like an imp fart hot tub, while you create more... fleshy things."
*I got to go.*
*OOC, it feels a lot like you're trolling.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*What do you mean?*
*Edit: Honestly, I wasn't sure what trolling meant until a few moments ago.(I am not tech savvy and am unfamiliar with a lot of online lingo) It seems to me that it means to purposely be inflammatory and just generally annoying and rude online. I am not trying to be rude, let me know why you think I am because I don't want to be upsetting anyone. Also private messages might be where we need to take this so we don't clutter the main thread.*
*It feels like you're being disruptive for the sake of it. I actually care about this, because it's a good place for people to show what they care about and give other people a reason to care. Be it beauty, adventure, or roleplay opportunities, everyone is adding something that is significant to them that shows how they (or at least their characters) see the world. You're doing that too, in a way, but you're playing a deliberately annoying character. Bathroom humor, disruptive and pointless inventions, delusions of grandeur despite being an actual moron... it's not just that you're not taking it seriously, it's that you're not adding a vision to it. I wanted a place where weird adventures could happen; Dutch wanted a place for his favorite characters to feel at home; you just want a place to enjoy low-brow and slapstick humor, evidently. That might not be what you actually want, but it's what you're communicating: You don't care about the tavern, and you don't care about how other people feel about it.
That's just my opinion. It upsets me, but everyone else seems to be fine with it, so I guess this is just a me problem. I just needed to communicate this, and the way I was doing it was bad and made me into the problem, and I'm sorry for that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I will respond to this in a private message.*