"Okay, why don't we go ahead and get you something to eat?" The dragonborn nods at Thɾąѵaχιs to follow him inside and casts Reduce so the dragon can fit.
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Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
"Also," he casts power word kill on the creepy man.
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Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Disregarding the knife, the dragon scoops him up and tries to calm him
The man curls up into a ball, shivering and muttering. "No... kill... kill... traitors... monsters... liars..."
Thra (Imma shorten his name lol) holds the man gingerly, cradling him against his warm chest, trying to be as comforting as possible
His breathing steadies. He leans against the dragon. His teeth are chattering, black tears running down his face. "I could never get close enough... why m-must he have so many faces?"
"Also," he casts power word kill on the creepy man.
*me?*
*yes you threatened an old lady*
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"No need to thank me, it was simply what needed to be done." He carefully sets the old woman on the chair while still holding the man to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. (heheheh he's like a big mama dragon lol)
"No need to thank me, it was simply what needed to be done." He carefully sets the old woman on the chair while still holding the man to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. (heheheh he's like a big mama dragon lol)
The man slowly, shakily climbs down to hug his mother. "This is a tavern, right? With rooms and security and all that?" He seems mostly calmed down, but he's still jittering from shock and adrenaline.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
"I'll rent a room for me and my mom. I-if you happen to see someone trying to break in, could you get me, please? I can handle myself, I just... This person is dangerous, and he has a grudge against my family. He avoids me because he's looking to catch me like how I was a minute ago. Scared and angry. Helpless."
The man slowly looks up. "What do you... what do you mean?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The dark robed man pulls out a wicked looking knife. "Just a special placement of this little thing and all will be well."
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
"Okay, why don't we go ahead and get you something to eat?" The dragonborn nods at Thɾąѵaχιs to follow him inside and casts Reduce so the dragon can fit.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
*no need, they can change to a human sized kinda anthro form of themself*
Thra carries the man carefully inside
"Also," he casts power word kill on the creepy man.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
His breathing steadies. He leans against the dragon. His teeth are chattering, black tears running down his face. "I could never get close enough... why m-must he have so many faces?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*me?*
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
"My mother... need a place to hide..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
There there little one, it's okay, just rest. Let me melt your worries away."
Thra gingerly ses his tail to move the mans mother onto his back to bring them inside aswell
*yes you threatened an old lady*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
The man sighs and slides his knife back into his hidden sheath. It seems to shrink down as he puts it away. "T-thank you. Panic attacks..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The sleep deprived Harengon is sitting at a table, sipping coffee and trying not to fall asleep.
"No need to thank me, it was simply what needed to be done." He carefully sets the old woman on the chair while still holding the man to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. (heheheh he's like a big mama dragon lol)
The man slowly, shakily climbs down to hug his mother. "This is a tavern, right? With rooms and security and all that?" He seems mostly calmed down, but he's still jittering from shock and adrenaline.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I believe so, yes."
"So, I believe we should introduce ourselves! My names Xythar Bronzewing."
*it's pronounced zy-th-are*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
"Call me Thra."
"I'll rent a room for me and my mom. I-if you happen to see someone trying to break in, could you get me, please? I can handle myself, I just... This person is dangerous, and he has a grudge against my family. He avoids me because he's looking to catch me like how I was a minute ago. Scared and angry. Helpless."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Zjadacz."
(Zid-jad-axe)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels