Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
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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.
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
Shambler glances up for a moment before returning his gaze to the plants.
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
Shambler glances up for a moment before returning his gaze to the plants.
Pavo squeezes out from Sheela's paws and tail, and comes over to apologise for almost knocking into Shambler. He isn't really sure how to start though, Shambler being a living plant and all.
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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.
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
Shambler glances up for a moment before returning his gaze to the plants.
Pavo squeezes out from Sheela's paws and tail, and comes over to apologise for almost knocking into Shambler. He isn't really sure how to start though, Shambler being a living plant and all.
Shambler holds out a small clump of dirt. Within it, a tiny red flower blooms. “Look at this, little one. See how it grows so vibrantly? It would have died next winter, had I not noticed it. Even surrounded by weeds, this little flower wants so badly to live, and now it will.”
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
Shambler glances up for a moment before returning his gaze to the plants.
Pavo squeezes out from Sheela's paws and tail, and comes over to apologise for almost knocking into Shambler. He isn't really sure how to start though, Shambler being a living plant and all.
Shambler holds out a small clump of dirt. Within it, a tiny red flower blooms. “Look at this, little one. See how it grows so vibrantly? It would have died next winter, had I not noticed it. Even surrounded by weeds, this little flower wants so badly to live, and now it will.”
He blinks a few time, mouth slightly open. "You can... keep it alive?" He says with childlike wonder.
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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.
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.
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.
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
Shambler glances up for a moment before returning his gaze to the plants.
Pavo squeezes out from Sheela's paws and tail, and comes over to apologise for almost knocking into Shambler. He isn't really sure how to start though, Shambler being a living plant and all.
Shambler holds out a small clump of dirt. Within it, a tiny red flower blooms. “Look at this, little one. See how it grows so vibrantly? It would have died next winter, had I not noticed it. Even surrounded by weeds, this little flower wants so badly to live, and now it will.”
He blinks a few time, mouth slightly open. "You can... keep it alive?" He says with childlike wonder.
“I can. But I won’t. It’s an anomaly. Do you know what an anomaly is?”
The smell is spicy, sweet, and savory, like good chili with an inordinate amount of butter for some reason. When Lee arrives, he finds a towering monster in black cowboy clothes, including a longcoat and a top hat, crouched next to a fire with a pan, clearly frying something.
The monster grabs one of the "steaks" out of the cast-iron skillet, places it on a plate, garnishes it with some red plant, and passes it over with a fork and knife. Chicken fried steak... or so it seems.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Shiva, the Queen of Cloud Giants, is currently trapped in the elevator with Zen.
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
Zen pulls the hood on his hoodie up.
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.
*Okay now, how big is big*
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.
cha save frum vrock
psychopath ^-^
Shambler is sitting outside, idly manipulating the plants. He selects a seed and pours energy into it, causing it to grow and flower in seconds, often in unexpected ways.
Nothic has nothing to do and all day to do it.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Pavo and Sheela almost roll into him, playfighting.
Oslo is nearby, Nothic can hear him telling Hamy off for walking in the Tavern with dirty paws.
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.
They look over at him "how long is this supposed to take?"
psychopath ^-^
"I'm not sure. I'll complain if they don't fix it quickly."
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.
Shambler glances up for a moment before returning his gaze to the plants.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"We could force the doors open"
psychopath ^-^
Pavo squeezes out from Sheela's paws and tail, and comes over to apologise for almost knocking into Shambler. He isn't really sure how to start though, Shambler being a living plant and all.
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.
"True. But wouldn't we just see the shaft outside? I don't think we're at the top or bottom."
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.
Shambler holds out a small clump of dirt. Within it, a tiny red flower blooms. “Look at this, little one. See how it grows so vibrantly? It would have died next winter, had I not noticed it. Even surrounded by weeds, this little flower wants so badly to live, and now it will.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
He blinks a few time, mouth slightly open. "You can... keep it alive?" He says with childlike wonder.
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.
*Any characters open?*
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!
Mr. Black is frying something outside. Its closest cousin, visually at least, would probably be steaks of jello salad.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zen is stuck in the elevator with [your character]
Oslo is telling Hamy off for walking into the Tavern with dirty paws.
Pavo is play fighting with Sheela outside.
Ophelia is writing at one of the tables.
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 dragon born named Lee follows the smell
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!
“I can. But I won’t. It’s an anomaly. Do you know what an anomaly is?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The smell is spicy, sweet, and savory, like good chili with an inordinate amount of butter for some reason. When Lee arrives, he finds a towering monster in black cowboy clothes, including a longcoat and a top hat, crouched next to a fire with a pan, clearly frying something.
The monster grabs one of the "steaks" out of the cast-iron skillet, places it on a plate, garnishes it with some red plant, and passes it over with a fork and knife. Chicken fried steak... or so it seems.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels