The captain passes by a massive humanoid with black clothes and burning golden eyes. The man's aura is more than a little menacing, despite the man not having actually done anything hostile. Yet.
"I can't believe people actually eat that rot..." the man mutters in his deep voice.
"Have you ever tried it?" He asks, saddling up beside the man
"The problem isn't the food itself, it's the quality. Look..." The 8-ft-tall being reaches into his coat and pulls out a bottle and a small tin. He takes the lid off the tin, revealing small slices of raw meat. He pours some booze over the meat, causing it to sizzle and puff up. "This is from the Gourmet Nightmare. Try it."
*Alaric, it okay if the eldritch being crashes the shrinekeeper's sermon?*
*I won't stop you :>*
As the shrinekeeper preaches, a figure visible only to him slowly focuses into existence, sitting cross-legged on the altar, its many eyes closed as it listens.
*Alaric, it okay if the eldritch being crashes the shrinekeeper's sermon?*
*I won't stop you :>*
As the shrinekeeper preaches, a figure visible only to him slowly focuses into existence, sitting cross-legged on the altar, its many eyes closed as it listens.
He hesitates for a second as he feels it blocking the alter, moving to the side to not disturb it
The captain passes by a massive humanoid with black clothes and burning golden eyes. The man's aura is more than a little menacing, despite the man not having actually done anything hostile. Yet.
"I can't believe people actually eat that rot..." the man mutters in his deep voice.
"Have you ever tried it?" He asks, saddling up beside the man
"The problem isn't the food itself, it's the quality. Look..." The 8-ft-tall being reaches into his coat and pulls out a bottle and a small tin. He takes the lid off the tin, revealing small slices of raw meat. He pours some booze over the meat, causing it to sizzle and puff up. "This is from the Gourmet Nightmare. Try it."
He takes a curious bite of the dish
It tastes... strange. Like a buttered nightmare, layers of fear crackle like a croissant, unleashing the hot, heady juices inside. It's meaty and sweet and boozy and salty, in addition to a sort of cathartic you only really get from tearing down someone who bullied you for years.
*Alaric, it okay if the eldritch being crashes the shrinekeeper's sermon?*
*I won't stop you :>*
As the shrinekeeper preaches, a figure visible only to him slowly focuses into existence, sitting cross-legged on the altar, its many eyes closed as it listens.
He hesitates for a second as he feels it blocking the alter, moving to the side to not disturb it
Its 9 eyes open and follow his movement, but it stays where it is
The captain passes by a massive humanoid with black clothes and burning golden eyes. The man's aura is more than a little menacing, despite the man not having actually done anything hostile. Yet.
"I can't believe people actually eat that rot..." the man mutters in his deep voice.
"Have you ever tried it?" He asks, saddling up beside the man
"The problem isn't the food itself, it's the quality. Look..." The 8-ft-tall being reaches into his coat and pulls out a bottle and a small tin. He takes the lid off the tin, revealing small slices of raw meat. He pours some booze over the meat, causing it to sizzle and puff up. "This is from the Gourmet Nightmare. Try it."
He takes a curious bite of the dish
It tastes... strange. Like a buttered nightmare, layers of fear crackle like a croissant, unleashing the hot, heady juices inside. It's meaty and sweet and boozy and salty, in addition to a sort of cathartic you only really get from tearing down someone who bullied you for years.
"Oooo, well that's quite a taste" He smiles, "You some sorta chef?"
*Alaric, it okay if the eldritch being crashes the shrinekeeper's sermon?*
*I won't stop you :>*
As the shrinekeeper preaches, a figure visible only to him slowly focuses into existence, sitting cross-legged on the altar, its many eyes closed as it listens.
He hesitates for a second as he feels it blocking the alter, moving to the side to not disturb it
Its 9 eyes open and follow his movement, but it stays where it is
The blindfold over his eyes makes it easy for him to not notice, as he continues speaking about helping the community
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)
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.
*I won't stop you :>*
She gives them a smile and a thumbs up
psychopath ^-^
He takes a curious bite of the dish
She waves back, eating a sandwhich
As the shrinekeeper preaches, a figure visible only to him slowly focuses into existence, sitting cross-legged on the altar, its many eyes closed as it listens.
He continues speaking, "If anyone needs help with something, look to eachother. You should be able to rely on the people you live near."
'Ya ok? What ya doing up there, if ya don't mind me asking?'
Hi (the pet rat) eats the crumbs the fall from the roof
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She silently listens
psychopath ^-^
He hesitates for a second as he feels it blocking the alter, moving to the side to not disturb it
"And remember, just because someone is new to town doesn't mean that they aren't part of the community now."
It tastes... strange. Like a buttered nightmare, layers of fear crackle like a croissant, unleashing the hot, heady juices inside. It's meaty and sweet and boozy and salty, in addition to a sort of cathartic you only really get from tearing down someone who bullied you for years.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Its 9 eyes open and follow his movement, but it stays where it is
"Oooo, well that's quite a taste" He smiles, "You some sorta chef?"
The blindfold over his eyes makes it easy for him to not notice, as he continues speaking about helping the community
*i gtg guys see yall later*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*sup*
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)
She nods
psychopath ^-^
*Howdy*
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!
*hi! Wanna rp?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.