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)
“Yes.” Angelique looks really pale. “My ex Damian. He’s furious at me for dumping him. The lich Calandaxus knows I’ve sworn vengeance on him for killing my brother. And an assassin’s guild murdered the one girl I ever cared about romantically. They might be after me too.”
“Oh dear… alright.” Mori takes a leather quiver off of a shelf behind Him and lays it on the table.
”draw one random arrow from this quiver and give it to me. Don’t think about it, just choose an arrow.” He then turns around and rolls a bone with many inscriptions on each side on a wooden board he places on the ground.
“Yes.” Angelique looks really pale. “My ex Damian. He’s furious at me for dumping him. The lich Calandaxus knows I’ve sworn vengeance on him for killing my brother. And an assassin’s guild murdered the one girl I ever cared about romantically. They might be after me too.”
“Oh dear… alright.” Mori takes a leather quiver off of a shelf behind Him and lays it on the table.
”draw one random arrow from this quiver and give it to me. Don’t think about it, just choose an arrow.” He then turns around and rolls a bone with many inscriptions on each side on a wooden board he places on the ground.
She pulls an arrow from the middle of the quiver.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
On the arrow is a little picture of a skull and crossbones. Once Mori sees it, he freezes.
”I’m not usually so… freaked out when doing this… but this is horrible. I am so sorry…” Mori whispers something in sylvan. “If I am correct, Damian will poison your drink, killing you. If that fails, he will try to stab you. Either way, i’m almost completely sure you only have around 4 days to live. Maybe three.”
“Well… you could try and find Damian and stop him before he gets to you, you could try and find somewhere to stay where he can’t find you… of course i might be able to help, but it wouldn’t be easy… Again, I’m so sorry.” He doesn’t exactly sound that worried, this time.
Angelique stands up. “Thank you so much for warning me. I’ll stop by tomorrow to talk more.” On trembling legs, she makes her way out of Mori’s caravan.
*I’m going to sign off now. Thanks so much for the rp Arch. Night DoodleCrisp. Night guys.*
There are posters all over advertising a fortune teller named the Magnificent Mori that stopped right outside of town. The person hanging them up is a small Harengon darting around everywhere, putting posters both under and above ground. They seem exhausted, but every time they stop, their eyes glow yellow and they continue.
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*Cool*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
*rp?*
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)
“Oh dear… alright.” Mori takes a leather quiver off of a shelf behind Him and lays it on the table.
”draw one random arrow from this quiver and give it to me. Don’t think about it, just choose an arrow.” He then turns around and rolls a bone with many inscriptions on each side on a wooden board he places on the ground.
*I can’t rn. Sorry. I’m going to finish up this rp with Arch and then sign off. Hope you find someone to rp with though.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
She pulls an arrow from the middle of the quiver.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
On the arrow is a little picture of a skull and crossbones. Once Mori sees it, he freezes.
”I’m not usually so… freaked out when doing this… but this is horrible. I am so sorry…” Mori whispers something in sylvan. “If I am correct, Damian will poison your drink, killing you. If that fails, he will try to stab you. Either way, i’m almost completely sure you only have around 4 days to live. Maybe three.”
Angelique looks like she’s about to faint. “Is there any way for me to prevent this?” she whispers.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
“Well… you could try and find Damian and stop him before he gets to you, you could try and find somewhere to stay where he can’t find you… of course i might be able to help, but it wouldn’t be easy… Again, I’m so sorry.” He doesn’t exactly sound that worried, this time.
Angelique nods. “I understand. I need to think about this. Will you still be here tomorrow?”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
“Yes, I will.”
Angelique stands up. “Thank you so much for warning me. I’ll stop by tomorrow to talk more.” On trembling legs, she makes her way out of Mori’s caravan.
*I’m going to sign off now. Thanks so much for the rp Arch. Night DoodleCrisp. Night guys.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
On her way out, she sees a single magpie flying above her.
*good night!*
(hello again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*hi. Hru?*
(in pain)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*what happened?*
*oh yeah by the way woods, I forgot to mention but Mori is like 8 feet tall*
(bad burger)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*sure.*
There are posters all over advertising a fortune teller named the Magnificent Mori that stopped right outside of town. The person hanging them up is a small Harengon darting around everywhere, putting posters both under and above ground. They seem exhausted, but every time they stop, their eyes glow yellow and they continue.