The door of the tavern opens quietly as a weary half elf stands in the door. He is about 5'10 with light brown skin, short brown hair, a well trimmed mustache, and dark grey eyes like clouds of a thunderstorm. He wears a white shirt, a set of studded leather armor dyed light blue, a long blue cloak with silver edging, a pair of black breeches, worn leather boots, and a belt around his waist containing many pouches. On his shoulder sits a Fairy Dragon with deep indigo scales and dragonfly like wings. It looks curiously at other patrons, trying to sniff them as the half elf passes by.
*That's so cool actually*
Carl glances over as he opens the door, polishing a glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The door of the tavern opens quietly as a weary half elf stands in the door. He is about 5'10 with light brown skin, short brown hair, a well trimmed mustache, and dark grey eyes like clouds of a thunderstorm. He wears a white shirt, a set of studded leather armor dyed light blue, a long blue cloak with silver edging, a pair of black breeches, worn leather boots, and a belt around his waist containing many pouches. On his shoulder sits a Fairy Dragon with deep indigo scales and dragonfly like wings. It looks curiously at other patrons, trying to sniff them as the half elf passes by.
*That's so cool actually*
Carl glances over as he opens the door, polishing a glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
Carl gives a small smile in return. "What's your favourite? I'm sure we have it."
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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.
The door of the tavern opens quietly as a weary half elf stands in the door. He is about 5'10 with light brown skin, short brown hair, a well trimmed mustache, and dark grey eyes like clouds of a thunderstorm. He wears a white shirt, a set of studded leather armor dyed light blue, a long blue cloak with silver edging, a pair of black breeches, worn leather boots, and a belt around his waist containing many pouches. On his shoulder sits a Fairy Dragon with deep indigo scales and dragonfly like wings. It looks curiously at other patrons, trying to sniff them as the half elf passes by.
*That's so cool actually*
Carl glances over as he opens the door, polishing a glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
Carl gives a small smile in return. "What's your favorite? I'm sure we have it."
"Fairhaven Tea if you have it." He said "If not, green or chamomile would be appreciated." He said and sat down. The Fairy Dragon retreated to the folds of his cloak.
The door of the tavern opens quietly as a weary half elf stands in the door. He is about 5'10 with light brown skin, short brown hair, a well trimmed mustache, and dark grey eyes like clouds of a thunderstorm. He wears a white shirt, a set of studded leather armor dyed light blue, a long blue cloak with silver edging, a pair of black breeches, worn leather boots, and a belt around his waist containing many pouches. On his shoulder sits a Fairy Dragon with deep indigo scales and dragonfly like wings. It looks curiously at other patrons, trying to sniff them as the half elf passes by.
*That's so cool actually*
Carl glances over as he opens the door, polishing a glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
Carl gives a small smile in return. "What's your favorite? I'm sure we have it."
"Fairhaven Tea if you have it." He said "If not, green or chamomile would be appreciated." He said and sat down. The Fairy Dragon retreated to the folds of his cloak.
"Fairhaven you say? How are you spelling that?" He puts on a small pair of glasses, still smiling a little, looking through the selection of bottles under the bar.
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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.
The door of the tavern opens quietly as a weary half elf stands in the door. He is about 5'10 with light brown skin, short brown hair, a well trimmed mustache, and dark grey eyes like clouds of a thunderstorm. He wears a white shirt, a set of studded leather armor dyed light blue, a long blue cloak with silver edging, a pair of black breeches, worn leather boots, and a belt around his waist containing many pouches. On his shoulder sits a Fairy Dragon with deep indigo scales and dragonfly like wings. It looks curiously at other patrons, trying to sniff them as the half elf passes by.
*That's so cool actually*
Carl glances over as he opens the door, polishing a glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
Carl gives a small smile in return. "What's your favorite? I'm sure we have it."
"Fairhaven Tea if you have it." He said "If not, green or chamomile would be appreciated." He said and sat down. The Fairy Dragon retreated to the folds of his cloak.
"Fairhaven you say? How are you spelling that?" He puts on a small pair of glasses, still smiling a little, looking through the selection of bottles under the bar.
The door of the tavern opens quietly as a weary half elf stands in the door. He is about 5'10 with light brown skin, short brown hair, a well trimmed mustache, and dark grey eyes like clouds of a thunderstorm. He wears a white shirt, a set of studded leather armor dyed light blue, a long blue cloak with silver edging, a pair of black breeches, worn leather boots, and a belt around his waist containing many pouches. On his shoulder sits a Fairy Dragon with deep indigo scales and dragonfly like wings. It looks curiously at other patrons, trying to sniff them as the half elf passes by.
*That's so cool actually*
Carl glances over as he opens the door, polishing a glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
Carl gives a small smile in return. "What's your favorite? I'm sure we have it."
"Fairhaven Tea if you have it." He said "If not, green or chamomile would be appreciated." He said and sat down. The Fairy Dragon retreated to the folds of his cloak.
"Fairhaven you say? How are you spelling that?" He puts on a small pair of glasses, still smiling a little, looking through the selection of bottles under the bar.
"F-A-I-R-H-A-V-E-N." He said and smiled.
He continues for a few seconds, looking through the names on the bottles. "Oh, here we are." He pulls up a bottle of Fairhaven tea. (Would it need to be mixed with milk or something else? If so he does so.) He pours two cups, and hands one to you.
He blinks for a moment before nodding. "That would be... nice, actually. Thank you." He says and smiles wearily.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He uses the hatch to get into the container
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(and i'm out of painkiller. great)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Carl gives a small smile in return. "What's your favourite? I'm sure we have it."
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.
Inside is a setup of a bunch of cluttered computers, and a crumpled body lying motionless in a fallen-over chair in the center.
'Um, hey'
*who do you want my character to be?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*wrong image, one mo0m,ent*
"Fairhaven Tea if you have it." He said "If not, green or chamomile would be appreciated." He said and sat down. The Fairy Dragon retreated to the folds of his cloak.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Correct image for character*
Echo is practicing their crossbow skills on the local wildlife
psychopath ^-^
"Fairhaven you say? How are you spelling that?" He puts on a small pair of glasses, still smiling a little, looking through the selection of bottles under the bar.
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.
All the electronics seem to be shut off, wires leading to a breaker switch on the wall of the container
"F-A-I-R-H-A-V-E-N." He said and smiled.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He continues for a few seconds, looking through the names on the bottles. "Oh, here we are." He pulls up a bottle of Fairhaven tea. (Would it need to be mixed with milk or something else? If so he does so.) He pours two cups, and hands one to you.
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.
'Hmm, interesting'
*Should this be Leo or Flint?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Andy is in the coffee shop, sitting at one of the tables.
*Whichever you prefer*
Kayla waves to Andy.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
*I don't mind*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He waves back to her. Motioning her to come over and join him.