In the harbor. a ship pulls in. It appears to be a Sailing ship with two masts. The sails close suddenly by what appears to be a dwarf in a wheelchair and a goliath with a red bandanna. They lower a walk from the ship to the docks. A halfling with short brown hair and stunning silver eyes walks down the ramp, carrying two bags over his shoulder. The Goliath and dwarf as well as an elf and a human walk down and give him hugs and pats on the shoulder before reboarding and pulling up the walk.
The Halfling wears a white shirt with the top button undone, a set of studded leather, a pair of brown breeches, a pair of leather boots, and a pale green neck warmer. As he rolls up his sleeves, others can see that he has chemical burns on his skin. He runs his fingers through his brown hair and sighs, watching the ship take off again before turning and walking into the town.
Nehir, a black cat with red eyes, watches him from the top of one of the harbour’s stalls. He doesn’t look like he will attack, but is just surveying his territory.
In the harbor. a ship pulls in. It appears to be a Sailing ship with two masts. The sails close suddenly by what appears to be a dwarf in a wheelchair and a goliath with a red bandanna. They lower a walk from the ship to the docks. A halfling with short brown hair and stunning silver eyes walks down the ramp, carrying two bags over his shoulder. The Goliath and dwarf as well as an elf and a human walk down and give him hugs and pats on the shoulder before reboarding and pulling up the walk.
The Halfling wears a white shirt with the top button undone, a set of studded leather, a pair of brown breeches, a pair of leather boots, and a pale green neck warmer. As he rolls up his sleeves, others can see that he has chemical burns on his skin. He runs his fingers through his brown hair and sighs, watching the ship take off again before turning and walking into the town.
Nehir, a black cat with red eyes, watches him from the top of one of the harbour’s stalls. He doesn’t look like he will attack, but is just surveying his territory.
The Halfling looks up and smiles. He digs around in his pack and pulls out dried fish and sets it on the ground for Nehir.
In the harbor. a ship pulls in. It appears to be a Sailing ship with two masts. The sails close suddenly by what appears to be a dwarf in a wheelchair and a goliath with a red bandanna. They lower a walk from the ship to the docks. A halfling with short brown hair and stunning silver eyes walks down the ramp, carrying two bags over his shoulder. The Goliath and dwarf as well as an elf and a human walk down and give him hugs and pats on the shoulder before reboarding and pulling up the walk.
The Halfling wears a white shirt with the top button undone, a set of studded leather, a pair of brown breeches, a pair of leather boots, and a pale green neck warmer. As he rolls up his sleeves, others can see that he has chemical burns on his skin. He runs his fingers through his brown hair and sighs, watching the ship take off again before turning and walking into the town.
Nehir, a black cat with red eyes, watches him from the top of one of the harbour’s stalls. He doesn’t look like he will attack, but is just surveying his territory.
The Halfling looks up and smiles. He digs around in his pack and pulls out dried fish and sets it on the ground for Nehir.
Nehir hops down from the roof and nibbles a little bit at the fish and meows at the halfling.
<Hello! Yes, I’m talking to you, but this is merely telepathy, not spoken word. Thank you for the fish!>
*i haven’t used Nehir in a while so I’m a little rusty*
In the harbor. a ship pulls in. It appears to be a Sailing ship with two masts. The sails close suddenly by what appears to be a dwarf in a wheelchair and a goliath with a red bandanna. They lower a walk from the ship to the docks. A halfling with short brown hair and stunning silver eyes walks down the ramp, carrying two bags over his shoulder. The Goliath and dwarf as well as an elf and a human walk down and give him hugs and pats on the shoulder before reboarding and pulling up the walk.
The Halfling wears a white shirt with the top button undone, a set of studded leather, a pair of brown breeches, a pair of leather boots, and a pale green neck warmer. As he rolls up his sleeves, others can see that he has chemical burns on his skin. He runs his fingers through his brown hair and sighs, watching the ship take off again before turning and walking into the town.
Nehir, a black cat with red eyes, watches him from the top of one of the harbour’s stalls. He doesn’t look like he will attack, but is just surveying his territory.
The Halfling looks up and smiles. He digs around in his pack and pulls out dried fish and sets it on the ground for Nehir.
Nehir hops down from the roof and nibbles a little bit at the fish and meows at the halfling.
<Hello! Yes, I’m talking to you, but this is merely telepathy, not spoken word. Thank you for the fish!>
*i haven’t used Nehir in a while so I’m a little rusty*
He nods "Glad to help out." He says with a friendly grin.
In the harbor. a ship pulls in. It appears to be a Sailing ship with two masts. The sails close suddenly by what appears to be a dwarf in a wheelchair and a goliath with a red bandanna. They lower a walk from the ship to the docks. A halfling with short brown hair and stunning silver eyes walks down the ramp, carrying two bags over his shoulder. The Goliath and dwarf as well as an elf and a human walk down and give him hugs and pats on the shoulder before reboarding and pulling up the walk.
The Halfling wears a white shirt with the top button undone, a set of studded leather, a pair of brown breeches, a pair of leather boots, and a pale green neck warmer. As he rolls up his sleeves, others can see that he has chemical burns on his skin. He runs his fingers through his brown hair and sighs, watching the ship take off again before turning and walking into the town.
Nehir, a black cat with red eyes, watches him from the top of one of the harbour’s stalls. He doesn’t look like he will attack, but is just surveying his territory.
The Halfling looks up and smiles. He digs around in his pack and pulls out dried fish and sets it on the ground for Nehir.
Nehir hops down from the roof and nibbles a little bit at the fish and meows at the halfling.
<Hello! Yes, I’m talking to you, but this is merely telepathy, not spoken word. Thank you for the fish!>
*i haven’t used Nehir in a while so I’m a little rusty*
He nods "Glad to help out." He says with a friendly grin.
Nehir looks up at the halfing curiously, but instead chooses to nibble on the fish.
<So.. what might you be doing here? I saw you come off the ship but I don’t have a clue what you would want with this small town.>
Sonya the anthro mouse is sitting in the coffee shop, reading a book about firearms. He is wearing an oversized hoodie, short shorts and thigh highs.
Valrya the Goblin artificer is working on her carriage, which is her home and portable workshop. She is wearing an outfit that looks to be a mix of work clothes and a Victorian dress.
*May be slow*
Ophelia peers over, not able to stop her curiosity, as usual.
*no worries*
Valrya doesn’t seem to notice and continues to work on the carriage. She appears to be working on the axles of it, reinforcing where the back left wheel connects.
“Ugh.. I keep adding more and more weight to this wheel.” She mutters, oblivious that someone is watching
*Longer than I thought, sorry*
Ophelia walks closer, tilting her head to get a better look. "What are you doing?"
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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.
In the harbor. a ship pulls in. It appears to be a Sailing ship with two masts. The sails close suddenly by what appears to be a dwarf in a wheelchair and a goliath with a red bandanna. They lower a walk from the ship to the docks. A halfling with short brown hair and stunning silver eyes walks down the ramp, carrying two bags over his shoulder. The Goliath and dwarf as well as an elf and a human walk down and give him hugs and pats on the shoulder before reboarding and pulling up the walk.
The Halfling wears a white shirt with the top button undone, a set of studded leather, a pair of brown breeches, a pair of leather boots, and a pale green neck warmer. As he rolls up his sleeves, others can see that he has chemical burns on his skin. He runs his fingers through his brown hair and sighs, watching the ship take off again before turning and walking into the town.
Oslo and Hamy, on a walk, wonder what's going on.
The Halfling notices them walking by and waves, giving a friendly smile.
Oslo smiles back, and waves. "...Hey!"
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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've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Sonya the anthro mouse is sitting in the coffee shop, reading a book about firearms. He is wearing an oversized hoodie, short shorts and thigh highs.
Valrya the Goblin artificer is working on her carriage, which is her home and portable workshop. She is wearing an outfit that looks to be a mix of work clothes and a Victorian dress.
*May be slow*
Ophelia peers over, not able to stop her curiosity, as usual.
*no worries*
Valrya doesn’t seem to notice and continues to work on the carriage. She appears to be working on the axles of it, reinforcing where the back left wheel connects.
“Ugh.. I keep adding more and more weight to this wheel.” She mutters, oblivious that someone is watching
*Longer than I thought, sorry*
Ophelia walks closer, tilting her head to get a better look. "What are you doing?"
*np drummer!*
Valrya jumps slightly, and turns to her.
”Oh! I’m fixing something for my carriage. I put too many tools and the like on one side of the carriage, and it’s putting too much stress on this wheel, which keeps falling off.”
She points to a wrench by Ophelia and asks, “Can you hand that to me? I’m almost finished but I have to tighten some bolts.”
Sonya the anthro mouse is sitting in the coffee shop, reading a book about firearms. He is wearing an oversized hoodie, short shorts and thigh highs.
Valrya the Goblin artificer is working on her carriage, which is her home and portable workshop. She is wearing an outfit that looks to be a mix of work clothes and a Victorian dress.
*May be slow*
Ophelia peers over, not able to stop her curiosity, as usual.
*no worries*
Valrya doesn’t seem to notice and continues to work on the carriage. She appears to be working on the axles of it, reinforcing where the back left wheel connects.
“Ugh.. I keep adding more and more weight to this wheel.” She mutters, oblivious that someone is watching
*Longer than I thought, sorry*
Ophelia walks closer, tilting her head to get a better look. "What are you doing?"
*np drummer!*
Valrya jumps slightly, and turns to her.
”Oh! I’m fixing something for my carriage. I put too many tools and the like on one side of the carriage, and it’s putting too much stress on this wheel, which keeps falling off.”
She points to a wrench by Ophelia and asks, “Can you hand that to me? I’m almost finished but I have to tighten some bolts.”
*:)))*
"Oh, um, sure." She passes the wrench over.
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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've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
“Thanks.” She takes the wrench and tightens a few bolts to keep the wheel attached to the axel, but still allowing it to turn. She stands up, and looks at Ophelia.
”I’m Valrya, or just Val for short. I run a travelling gunsmith, and I specialise in making steampunk revolvers. I can also make you a rifle or even a shotgun, but a revolver is easiest for me to make and for you to maintain should you buy one.”
*Im okay with metagaming. It means that my character can interact with anyone at anytime without it being an issue :]*
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
Can you hear the screams?
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*Oh okay. I think I’ll have Nehir interact.*
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Nehir, a black cat with red eyes, watches him from the top of one of the harbour’s stalls. He doesn’t look like he will attack, but is just surveying his territory.
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“We can’t stop them”
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*Yay :D*
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
You can’t stop them? Or do you not want them to stop?
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
The Halfling looks up and smiles. He digs around in his pack and pulls out dried fish and sets it on the ground for Nehir.
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
Nehir hops down from the roof and nibbles a little bit at the fish and meows at the halfling.
<Hello! Yes, I’m talking to you, but this is merely telepathy, not spoken word. Thank you for the fish!>
*i haven’t used Nehir in a while so I’m a little rusty*
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He nods "Glad to help out." He says with a friendly grin.
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
Nehir looks up at the halfing curiously, but instead chooses to nibble on the fish.
<So.. what might you be doing here? I saw you come off the ship but I don’t have a clue what you would want with this small town.>
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*Longer than I thought, sorry*
Ophelia walks closer, tilting her head to get a better look. "What are you doing?"
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.
Oslo smiles back, and waves. "...Hey!"
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.
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*np drummer!*
Valrya jumps slightly, and turns to her.
”Oh! I’m fixing something for my carriage. I put too many tools and the like on one side of the carriage, and it’s putting too much stress on this wheel, which keeps falling off.”
She points to a wrench by Ophelia and asks, “Can you hand that to me? I’m almost finished but I have to tighten some bolts.”
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Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
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*Hey!*
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.
*:)))*
"Oh, um, sure." She passes the wrench over.
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.
*Ooo, just realised its page 777*
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.
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
“Thanks.” She takes the wrench and tightens a few bolts to keep the wheel attached to the axel, but still allowing it to turn. She stands up, and looks at Ophelia.
”I’m Valrya, or just Val for short. I run a travelling gunsmith, and I specialise in making steampunk revolvers. I can also make you a rifle or even a shotgun, but a revolver is easiest for me to make and for you to maintain should you buy one.”
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute