"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
It snorts as a hand forms and pats them on the head "You are a good one. You will go far."
"Thank you. Do you have a name? I am Zjadacz ."
"You may call me Broken Eyes for my full name is incredibly hard to pronounce for those who do not know the olden tongue language." It said "I thank you again."
"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
The Warforged walks back to the bar. He has pale golden trim, with several exposed gears on the side of his head. He sits, and begins writing in a book.
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The Warforged walks back to the bar. He has pale golden trim, with several exposed gears on the side of his head. He sits, and begins writing in a book.
Carl (the bartender) looks over at him, intrigued. "Can I get you anything?"
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Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Zen looks over, wondering who they are. He walks over, but doesn't say anything.
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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.
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
It snorts as a hand forms and pats them on the head "You are a good one. You will go far."
"Thank you. Do you have a name? I am Zjadacz ."
"You may call me Broken Eyes for my full name is incredibly hard to pronounce for those who do not know the olden tongue language." It said "I thank you again."
"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
"How old are you then. It could be the difference from cousins and nephew and uncle's."
Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Zen looks over, wondering who they are. He walks over, but doesn't say anything.
Zjadacz has pure white skin and yellow eyes that hurt to look at. He looks very young, maybe about 19 or 20. His mother, who is obviously in her 50s at least, is missing an arm and is heavily bandaged. They both wear white, soft clothes with stitches so fine that they are barely visible.
"You may call me Broken Eyes for my full name is incredibly hard to pronounce for those who do not know the olden tongue language." It said "I thank you again."
"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
"How old are you then. It could be the difference from cousins and nephew and uncle's."
"19. I, uh, was forced to grow up quickly."
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"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Zen is trying to casually steal tips from the bar, too lazy to actually work for money, but Carl has his eye on him.
Pav and Sheela are playing outside.
-open slot, may intro-
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The Warforged walks back to the bar. He has pale golden trim, with several exposed gears on the side of his head. He sits, and begins writing in a book.
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Carl (the bartender) looks over at him, intrigued. "Can I get you anything?"
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"A snake. Preferably venomous."
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"That wouldn't happen to be some really rare drink, would it?"
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Bubbles the Space Clown is Watching Pav and Sheela. They seem to have a Grin on their face as they do so.
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Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Pavano doesn't realise, but Sheela looks over at bubbles curiously, tilting her head.
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Zen looks over, wondering who they are. He walks over, but doesn't say anything.
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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.
He continues writing.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"How old are you then. It could be the difference from cousins and nephew and uncle's."
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
Bubbles looks directly at Sheela, Gives a slow wave and then goes back to staring at Pavano.
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"...You, um, actually want a snake? I can probably get you one, but you might have to take it outside..."
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Sheela, slightly protective, wonders what will happen if she gets in the way of Bubbles seeing Pav, and so steps in front to Pavano.
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"No. I need a live snake."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*In case someone wants to decode this*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Zjadacz has pure white skin and yellow eyes that hurt to look at. He looks very young, maybe about 19 or 20. His mother, who is obviously in her 50s at least, is missing an arm and is heavily bandaged. They both wear white, soft clothes with stitches so fine that they are barely visible.
Zjad looks up. "Hey there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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Breathgiver of the Strugels
Bubbles looks at SHeela and suddenly Cackles with Laughter, It sounds like a broken record!
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"19. I, uh, was forced to grow up quickly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels