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'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
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Verth Walks around the Large camp and has a large smile on his face, His scratches his Viking like beard as he looks at how the place is build. His trip finally stops as he nears the Entrance of the Camp but stops himself from entering it. He shakes himself, He does a few stretches and places his war-hammer down and begins to think for a second.
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A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
*I know but Im usually busy till later but by then no ones on*
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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 small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Verth Walks around the Large camp and has a large smile on his face, His scratches his Viking like beard as he looks at how the place is build. His trip finally stops as he nears the Entrance of the Camp but stops himself from entering it. He shakes himself, He does a few stretches and places his war-hammer down and begins to think for a second.
A broad-shouldered man walks out of the entrance, looking down at Verth. He is muscular and wears a mask over his face, covering it from view. "Whadda want?" He askes.
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Verth Walks around the Large camp and has a large smile on his face, His scratches his Viking like beard as he looks at how the place is build. His trip finally stops as he nears the Entrance of the Camp but stops himself from entering it. He shakes himself, He does a few stretches and places his war-hammer down and begins to think for a second.
A broad-shouldered man walks out of the entrance, looking down at Verth. He is muscular and wears a mask over his face, covering it from view. "Whadda want?" He askes.
Verth looks up at the man, He seems to tilt his head slightly before laughing mightily his voice booming, Before wiping his eyes and looks up at him smiling.
``Never Before Have I met a man taller than myself, You have accomplished a achievement my good man!`` Verth finally clears his throat before looking at the man to answer his question. ``Well I just seem to be passing through my good man.``
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PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Verth Walks around the Large camp and has a large smile on his face, His scratches his Viking like beard as he looks at how the place is build. His trip finally stops as he nears the Entrance of the Camp but stops himself from entering it. He shakes himself, He does a few stretches and places his war-hammer down and begins to think for a second.
A broad-shouldered man walks out of the entrance, looking down at Verth. He is muscular and wears a mask over his face, covering it from view. "Whadda want?" He askes.
Verth looks up at the man, He seems to tilt his head slightly before laughing mightily his voice booming, Before wiping his eyes and looks up at him smiling.
``Never Before Have I met a man taller than myself, You have accomplished a achievement my good man!`` Verth finally clears his throat before looking at the man to answer his question. ``Well I just seem to be passing through my good man.``
"Well I am giving you a gentle suggestion to leave." He nodded "Tis all I am asking."
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
*Sorry for the slow response. Making a Tabaxi Pirate lol.*
He sighs and sits down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. "What did you do lass?"
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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
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*Evaporates*
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!
Thɾąѵaχιs is still outside the tavern, watching people come and go.
*Condensates*
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.
(goodbye)
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
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
Tez is once again painting at his Studio.
Bubbles is trying to recite their jokes.
ID: 0 is growing a small Bonsai tree on their Arm.
Verth *The Prideful" Is walking around town simply twirling his War-Hammer.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
*a good morning to each of you my friends ^^*
*I'm working on a new thing that may be fun :3*
Verth Walks around the Large camp and has a large smile on his face, His scratches his Viking like beard as he looks at how the place is build. His trip finally stops as he nears the Entrance of the Camp but stops himself from entering it. He shakes himself, He does a few stretches and places his war-hammer down and begins to think for a second.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
*le sigh, just when i get on its quiet T-T*
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
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
*I know but Im usually busy till later but by then no ones on*
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!
A broad-shouldered man walks out of the entrance, looking down at Verth. He is muscular and wears a mask over his face, covering it from view. "Whadda want?" He askes.
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
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
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
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
Verth looks up at the man, He seems to tilt his head slightly before laughing mightily his voice booming, Before wiping his eyes and looks up at him smiling.
``Never Before Have I met a man taller than myself, You have accomplished a achievement my good man!`` Verth finally clears his throat before looking at the man to answer his question. ``Well I just seem to be passing through my good man.``
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"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
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
"Well I am giving you a gentle suggestion to leave." He nodded "Tis all I am asking."
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
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
*Sorry for the slow response. Making a Tabaxi Pirate lol.*
He sighs and sits down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. "What did you do lass?"
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