A massive man is walking toward the tavern. He stands at about 8 feet tall, with a black long coat, poncho, and wide-brimmed top hat, he would look almost like a giant's shadow without his silver buttons and white gloves. His closed coat flutters slightly in the breeze as his big boots clop against the ground. His burning, golden eyes scour the area in front of him, set into a shadowed, bestial face of an unknown species. His silver bolo tie and hat pin, both resembling a monstrous skull with bull horns, identify him as a member of the feared-and-revered Black family, the proprietors of the largest cattle company in the country.
He appears to be unarmed, but he has an incredibly powerful aura.
Carl watches him, slightly wary. "Welcome, can I get you anything?" He asks, polishing a glass behind 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.
*I'm reading all of this and I have no idea where to start*
*my best reccomendation is starting small. Don't be overly complicated with your first couple characters until you've figured out the feel of this place. Then feel free to go wild.*
'Nah, I'm doing great thanks! Just getting out to start the day. Yes, I live down there. And work down there.'
"Oh ok. Have you heard of any fortune tellers around here? There's a harengon that's possessed magically and says they might have done it"
'Nah, sorry. When ya live down the drains, ya tend to miss much of the stuff that's going on on the surface. Ya new to this town?'
"Very new. This place seems like nothing is ever not happening."
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You can find me on forum games almost any day. Thanks to Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer, I make things that should not exist. I also play as a Dragonborn monk.
Beware! I am Master of the Staff, fear me with passion!
I'm back from the dead! For now.
I'm going to befriend a crow. No-one will stop me.
RP wise I don't really have much time on my hands so I'll try.
'Nah, I'm doing great thanks! Just getting out to start the day. Yes, I live down there. And work down there.'
"Oh ok. Have you heard of any fortune tellers around here? There's a harengon that's possessed magically and says they might have done it"
'Nah, sorry. When ya live down the drains, ya tend to miss much of the stuff that's going on on the surface. Ya new to this town?'
"Very new. This place seems like nothing is ever not happening."
'Yeah, it is kinda hectic. One of the many reasons I avoid the surface. That, and the sunlight, and the weird people, and the lack of friendly vermin... The list goes on. Ya planning to stay at the local tavern? Most people say it's nice. I personally wouldn't live there, but for most people, it's popular'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A massive man is walking toward the tavern. He stands at about 8 feet tall, with a black long coat, poncho, and wide-brimmed top hat, he would look almost like a giant's shadow without his silver buttons and white gloves. His closed coat flutters slightly in the breeze as his big boots clop against the ground. His burning, golden eyes scour the area in front of him, set into a shadowed, bestial face of an unknown species. His silver bolo tie and hat pin, both resembling a monstrous skull with bull horns, identify him as a member of the feared-and-revered Black family, the proprietors of the largest cattle company in the country.
He appears to be unarmed, but he has an incredibly powerful aura.
Carl watches him, slightly wary. "Welcome, can I get you anything?" He asks, polishing a glass behind the bar.
The man behind the guy that just walk in steps forwards.
'Nah, I'm doing great thanks! Just getting out to start the day. Yes, I live down there. And work down there.'
"Oh ok. Have you heard of any fortune tellers around here? There's a harengon that's possessed magically and says they might have done it"
'Nah, sorry. When ya live down the drains, ya tend to miss much of the stuff that's going on on the surface. Ya new to this town?'
"Very new. This place seems like nothing is ever not happening."
'Yeah, it is kinda hectic. One of the many reasons I avoid the surface. That, and the sunlight, and the weird people, and the lack of friendly vermin... The list goes on. Ya planning to stay at the local tavern? Most people say it's nice. I personally wouldn't live there, but for most people, it's popular'
"Was there earlier that's were I meet the harengon by the coffee shop"
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You can find me on forum games almost any day. Thanks to Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer, I make things that should not exist. I also play as a Dragonborn monk.
Beware! I am Master of the Staff, fear me with passion!
I'm back from the dead! For now.
I'm going to befriend a crow. No-one will stop me.
RP wise I don't really have much time on my hands so I'll try.
A massive man is walking toward the tavern. He stands at about 8 feet tall, with a black long coat, poncho, and wide-brimmed top hat, he would look almost like a giant's shadow without his silver buttons and white gloves. His closed coat flutters slightly in the breeze as his big boots clop against the ground. His burning, golden eyes scour the area in front of him, set into a shadowed, bestial face of an unknown species. His silver bolo tie and hat pin, both resembling a monstrous skull with bull horns, identify him as a member of the feared-and-revered Black family, the proprietors of the largest cattle company in the country.
He appears to be unarmed, but he has an incredibly powerful aura.
Carl watches him, slightly wary. "Welcome, can I get you anything?" He asks, polishing a glass behind the bar.
"No." The figure's voice is deep and gravelly. "But I've got something that might interest you." He reaches into his coat. His sheer presence is overwhelming. Regardless of the creature's actual power level, it is absolutely a menacing sort of being. Make a wis save or Insight check, either one works.
'Nah, I'm doing great thanks! Just getting out to start the day. Yes, I live down there. And work down there.'
"Oh ok. Have you heard of any fortune tellers around here? There's a harengon that's possessed magically and says they might have done it"
'Nah, sorry. When ya live down the drains, ya tend to miss much of the stuff that's going on on the surface. Ya new to this town?'
"Very new. This place seems like nothing is ever not happening."
'Yeah, it is kinda hectic. One of the many reasons I avoid the surface. That, and the sunlight, and the weird people, and the lack of friendly vermin... The list goes on. Ya planning to stay at the local tavern? Most people say it's nice. I personally wouldn't live there, but for most people, it's popular'
"Was there earlier that's were I meet the harengon by the coffee shop"
'What ya think of the tavern?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A massive man is walking toward the tavern. He stands at about 8 feet tall, with a black long coat, poncho, and wide-brimmed top hat, he would look almost like a giant's shadow without his silver buttons and white gloves. His closed coat flutters slightly in the breeze as his big boots clop against the ground. His burning, golden eyes scour the area in front of him, set into a shadowed, bestial face of an unknown species. His silver bolo tie and hat pin, both resembling a monstrous skull with bull horns, identify him as a member of the feared-and-revered Black family, the proprietors of the largest cattle company in the country.
He appears to be unarmed, but he has an incredibly powerful aura.
Carl watches him, slightly wary. "Welcome, can I get you anything?" He asks, polishing a glass behind the bar.
The man behind the guy that just walk in steps forwards.
Carl seems slightly surprised, but welcomes him too.
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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.
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*Alright, some actives!*
Oslo is flying a kite outside with Hamy
Pavano is trying to climb a tree, with the help of Sheela (white fox dragon)
Ophelia is scribbling down the names of all the people she's interviewed today
Zen is drinking more, really strong, black coffee
Ambrosius is practicing his forms outside
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 man in a dark suit is following behind him. The man seems to be arguing with himself.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Carl watches him, slightly wary. "Welcome, can I get you anything?" He asks, polishing a glass behind 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.
'Nah, sorry. When ya live down the drains, ya tend to miss much of the stuff that's going on on the surface. Ya new to this town?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*no problem drummer :DDD*
"I'm concerned with what he wants from you"
psychopath ^-^
*actives if anyone feels like rping.*
Theren is in a tree playing his guitar.
Phoenix has vanished.
Leo is fixing Festus's eye
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
psychopath ^-^
Theren vanishes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Very new. This place seems like nothing is ever not happening."
You can find me on forum games almost any day. Thanks to Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer, I make things that should not exist. I also play as a Dragonborn monk.
Beware! I am Master of the Staff, fear me with passion!
I'm back from the dead! For now.
I'm going to befriend a crow. No-one will stop me.
RP wise I don't really have much time on my hands so I'll try.
Happy 2024!
Hmmm, here's who I've got ^^
Ozzy has been placed back in the tavern, looking gaunt as he picks at food
Abigail is on the porch of her house, reading a book
The shrinekeepers shrine us open for service at the moment
David is perusing the stands, his outfit that of a pirate captain
Large swaths of people are walking into the town, seeming to be refugees from the recent disaster at cerem, many of them seeming ill
"Well, so far he just follows me around."
'Yeah, it is kinda hectic. One of the many reasons I avoid the surface. That, and the sunlight, and the weird people, and the lack of friendly vermin... The list goes on. Ya planning to stay at the local tavern? Most people say it's nice. I personally wouldn't live there, but for most people, it's popular'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The man behind the guy that just walk in steps forwards.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Was there earlier that's were I meet the harengon by the coffee shop"
You can find me on forum games almost any day. Thanks to Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer, I make things that should not exist. I also play as a Dragonborn monk.
Beware! I am Master of the Staff, fear me with passion!
I'm back from the dead! For now.
I'm going to befriend a crow. No-one will stop me.
RP wise I don't really have much time on my hands so I'll try.
Happy 2024!
"No." The figure's voice is deep and gravelly. "But I've got something that might interest you." He reaches into his coat. His sheer presence is overwhelming. Regardless of the creature's actual power level, it is absolutely a menacing sort of being. Make a wis save or Insight check, either one works.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oslo, finishing up with the kite, comes back into the Tavern.
Pavo looks over from the tree they're in, and sheela seems slightly uneasy at the amount of people.
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 ya think of the tavern?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carl seems slightly surprised, but welcomes him too.
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.