Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Yelena goes just outside the tavern with a bowl of noodles that she is focusing on eating. She bumps into Zjadacz. "Whoa! sorry! didnt see you there!" she somehow did not get any noodles on you.
Yelena goes just outside the tavern with a bowl of noodles that she is focusing on eating. She bumps into Zjadacz. "Whoa! sorry! didnt see you there!" she somehow did not get any noodles on you.
He looks up, then flips his knife in his hand so that the blade is pointing down. "I..." He thinks for a moment. He flips the knife back into carving position. "Do these symbols make you uncomfortable at all?" He holds up a carved bone. As a bard, I think she would know that these are very blasphemous sigils, runes created by Ur-priests, who are clerics with no god.
"Of course dear."
*gtg to dinner*
"Thank you..."
*bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yelena is in the tavern now playing around with a tune to see if it fits in her song.
*im loving this dragonborn*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
A Harengon is watching her from a nearby table. They look tired.
"need something to wake you up? I might have some spicy noodles around here somewhere..."
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*who, me?*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
“Oh-uh… yes please, that would be great.”
*could I get a description of Yelena pls*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
Zjadacz is eating a large fried fish, cutting it with his unnerving dagger.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Soooo... what's that dagger made of?"
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
*Nvm gtg*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
*i play as a gold dragonborn...*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Zjadacz (the white-hooded man) is carving symbols into bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*where is he?*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*Just outside the tavern*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thra is back to full size and curled up outside the front of the tavern. They look so cuddleable...
Yelena goes just outside the tavern with a bowl of noodles that she is focusing on eating. She bumps into Zjadacz. "Whoa! sorry! didnt see you there!" she somehow did not get any noodles on you.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
He looks up, then flips his knife in his hand so that the blade is pointing down. "I..." He thinks for a moment. He flips the knife back into carving position. "Do these symbols make you uncomfortable at all?" He holds up a carved bone. As a bard, I think she would know that these are very blasphemous sigils, runes created by Ur-priests, who are clerics with no god.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zjadacz slowly walks toward him and places his hand upon the dragon, slowly dragging it across the scales.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh!" Thra's head pokes up, "Hello there."