*could I get a desc of Ghost? and do you need a desc. of Misty?*
"Take these." She hands Ghost a pair of gardening gloves. "Do you know your plants well, or do you want me to point out what we're pulling? Take a look at what I'm pulling out of the ground, and try to find some more, pull it out, and then toss them in that wheelbarrow for compost."
"Much appreciated." Misty, an aged tabaxi with a fur coat as fluffy and grey as the thing she was named after, looks like the anthropomorphic version of a gray ragamuffin cat. She looks a little older than 65, but her claws and her wit are as sharp as ever and her yellow eyes show no sign of clouding. "This here is willowweed," she points to a small shrub with small purple flowers on it. "We've got to pull it out. If you see anything like it, yank 'em." She reaches out a gloved paw and pulls it right out of the ground. Then she tosses it over her shoulder and it lands in the wagon with a plonk.
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*could I get a desc of Ghost? and do you need a desc. of Misty?*
"Take these." She hands Ghost a pair of gardening gloves. "Do you know your plants well, or do you want me to point out what we're pulling? Take a look at what I'm pulling out of the ground, and try to find some more, pull it out, and then toss them in that wheelbarrow for compost."
"Much appreciated." Misty, an aged tabaxi with a fur coat as fluffy and grey as the thing she was named after, looks like the anthropomorphic version of a gray ragamuffin cat. She looks a little older than 65, but her claws and her wit are as sharp as ever and her yellow eyes show no sign of clouding. "This here is willowweed," she points to a small shrub with small purple flowers on it. "We've got to pull it out. If you see anything like it, yank 'em." She reaches out a gloved paw and pulls it right out of the ground. Then she tosses it over her shoulder and it lands in the wagon with a plonk.
Ghost copies, looking for weeds.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
In the garden, amongst a mass of vines, a trembling is heard. Dirt shifts and tumbles, and from the shadows emerges an old, stone statue.
The statue shows a rather handsome elf, with a sly grin and sharp eyes. He is dressed in thick clothing, with leather boots, and the hood of his cloak is down. A long dagger is at his waist. There are numerous scars along his arms, currently hidden, though, and his face bears one from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
The stone seems to vibrate for a moment, sending up little poofs of dust, before cracks appear, and it all falls away. The elf stumbles to the ground and immediately rolls into a crouching position. He hesitates, looking around before standing up straight.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
In the garden, amongst a mass of vines, a trembling is heard. Dirt shifts and tumbles, and from the shadows emerges an old, stone statue.
The statue shows a rather handsome elf, with a sly grin and sharp eyes. He is dressed in thick clothing, with leather boots, and the hood of his cloak is down. A long dagger is at his waist. There are numerous scars along his arms, currently hidden, though, and his face bears one from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
The stone seems to vibrate for a moment, sending up little poofs of dust, before cracks appear, and it all falls away. The elf stumbles to the ground and immediately rolls into a crouching position. He hesitates, looking around before standing up straight.
*YONDOR!!!!!*
”Oh. That happened.”
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
In the garden, amongst a mass of vines, a trembling is heard. Dirt shifts and tumbles, and from the shadows emerges an old, stone statue.
The statue shows a rather handsome elf, with a sly grin and sharp eyes. He is dressed in thick clothing, with leather boots, and the hood of his cloak is down. A long dagger is at his waist. There are numerous scars along his arms, currently hidden, though, and his face bears one from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
The stone seems to vibrate for a moment, sending up little poofs of dust, before cracks appear, and it all falls away. The elf stumbles to the ground and immediately rolls into a crouching position. He hesitates, looking around before standing up straight.
*DOOR!*
"I always wondered why that statue was so lifelike. Welcome!" Misty approaches the elf, sticking out a paw for the former-statue-now-elf to use to help himself up if he wants.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
In the garden, amongst a mass of vines, a trembling is heard. Dirt shifts and tumbles, and from the shadows emerges an old, stone statue.
The statue shows a rather handsome elf, with a sly grin and sharp eyes. He is dressed in thick clothing, with leather boots, and the hood of his cloak is down. A long dagger is at his waist. There are numerous scars along his arms, currently hidden, though, and his face bears one from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
The stone seems to vibrate for a moment, sending up little poofs of dust, before cracks appear, and it all falls away. The elf stumbles to the ground and immediately rolls into a crouching position. He hesitates, looking around before standing up straight.
*YONDOR!!!!!*
”Oh. That happened.”
*aww, people are happy that I'm here? that's sick*
The elf looks around. "Mhmm, yeah." He looks at you. "Wait where am I...?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
In the garden, amongst a mass of vines, a trembling is heard. Dirt shifts and tumbles, and from the shadows emerges an old, stone statue.
The statue shows a rather handsome elf, with a sly grin and sharp eyes. He is dressed in thick clothing, with leather boots, and the hood of his cloak is down. A long dagger is at his waist. There are numerous scars along his arms, currently hidden, though, and his face bears one from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
The stone seems to vibrate for a moment, sending up little poofs of dust, before cracks appear, and it all falls away. The elf stumbles to the ground and immediately rolls into a crouching position. He hesitates, looking around before standing up straight.
*DOOR!*
"I always wondered why that statue was so lifelike. Welcome!" Misty approaches the elf, sticking out a paw for the former-statue-now-elf to use to help himself up if he wants.
He grabs it, after a moment of hesitation. "Uh, thanks. I never know how long I'm frozen for."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Much appreciated." Misty, an aged tabaxi with a fur coat as fluffy and grey as the thing she was named after, looks like the anthropomorphic version of a gray ragamuffin cat. She looks a little older than 65, but her claws and her wit are as sharp as ever and her yellow eyes show no sign of clouding. "This here is willowweed," she points to a small shrub with small purple flowers on it. "We've got to pull it out. If you see anything like it, yank 'em." She reaches out a gloved paw and pulls it right out of the ground. Then she tosses it over her shoulder and it lands in the wagon with a plonk.
Ghost copies, looking for weeds.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"A place to rest. Haunting can be tiring, especially when you're not fully ghost."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
“What brings you here? I may be mistaken, but I think I heard something about spying when I was purchasing my room?”
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
In the garden, amongst a mass of vines, a trembling is heard. Dirt shifts and tumbles, and from the shadows emerges an old, stone statue.
The statue shows a rather handsome elf, with a sly grin and sharp eyes. He is dressed in thick clothing, with leather boots, and the hood of his cloak is down. A long dagger is at his waist. There are numerous scars along his arms, currently hidden, though, and his face bears one from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
The stone seems to vibrate for a moment, sending up little poofs of dust, before cracks appear, and it all falls away. The elf stumbles to the ground and immediately rolls into a crouching position. He hesitates, looking around before standing up straight.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“That’s a decent deal you’ve got then.”
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*YONDOR!!!!!*
”Oh. That happened.”
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*DOOR!*
"I always wondered why that statue was so lifelike. Welcome!" Misty approaches the elf, sticking out a paw for the former-statue-now-elf to use to help himself up if he wants.
*Is happy cause all fave people are here*
*Just need Dutch, bumbershoot, Zeus, and maybe nothic to show up now*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*aww, people are happy that I'm here? that's sick*
The elf looks around. "Mhmm, yeah." He looks at you. "Wait where am I...?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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The elf looks at them warily.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*…Now? I can’t see his posts*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He grabs it, after a moment of hesitation. "Uh, thanks. I never know how long I'm frozen for."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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