Zjadacz is taking care of his mother in the tavern.
Oswald is comparing maps of the Feywild and the Material Plane. "So we deforest here, replant there, and ward that place... we should have a straight shot to the court."
*HOW DARE THEY DEFOREST THE FEYWILDS*
*He's deforesting the material plane, which will effect the Feywild, but not necessarily damage it. He's also being very careful, being sure to affect the minimum amount of fey possible. But yes, he is an irredeemable monster.*
Zjadacz is taking care of his mother in the tavern.
Oswald is comparing maps of the Feywild and the Material Plane. "So we deforest here, replant there, and ward that place... we should have a straight shot to the court."
*HOW DARE THEY DEFOREST THE FEYWILDS*
*He's deforesting the material plane, which will effect the Feywild, but not necessarily damage it. He's also being very careful, being sure to affect the minimum amount of fey possible. But yes, he is an irredeemable monster.*
Zjadacz is taking care of his mother in the tavern.
Oswald is comparing maps of the Feywild and the Material Plane. "So we deforest here, replant there, and ward that place... we should have a straight shot to the court."
*HOW DARE THEY DEFOREST THE FEYWILDS*
*He's deforesting the material plane, which will effect the Feywild, but not necessarily damage it. He's also being very careful, being sure to affect the minimum amount of fey possible. But yes, he is an irredeemable monster.*
*ah, that’s alright.*
*No no, he is forcing many fey to move their homes. Feel free to be outraged. Roleplay it, even.*
Zjadacz is taking care of his mother in the tavern.
Oswald is comparing maps of the Feywild and the Material Plane. "So we deforest here, replant there, and ward that place... we should have a straight shot to the court."
*HOW DARE THEY DEFOREST THE FEYWILDS*
*He's deforesting the material plane, which will effect the Feywild, but not necessarily damage it. He's also being very careful, being sure to affect the minimum amount of fey possible. But yes, he is an irredeemable monster.*
*ah, that’s alright.*
*No no, he is forcing many fey to move their homes. Feel free to be outraged. Roleplay it, even.*
*ahem…*
*HOW DARE HE DO THAT I SHALL HAVE HIS HEAD FOR THIS AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!*
Zjadacz is taking care of his mother in the tavern.
Oswald is comparing maps of the Feywild and the Material Plane. "So we deforest here, replant there, and ward that place... we should have a straight shot to the court."
*HOW DARE THEY DEFOREST THE FEYWILDS*
*He's deforesting the material plane, which will effect the Feywild, but not necessarily damage it. He's also being very careful, being sure to affect the minimum amount of fey possible. But yes, he is an irredeemable monster.*
*ah, that’s alright.*
*No no, he is forcing many fey to move their homes. Feel free to be outraged. Roleplay it, even.*
*ahem…*
*HOW DARE HE DO THAT I SHALL HAVE HIS HEAD FOR THIS AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!*www
*sure! I have the sleep deprived Harengon who’s sitting at a table I named then immediately forgot the name of, I have Mori, a fortune teller who Is just outside of the city, and I guess Corvin, who’s like a mad scientist guy with a shadowy magical left arm.*
*sure! I have the sleep deprived Harengon who’s sitting at a table I named then immediately forgot the name of, I have Mori, a fortune teller who Is just outside of the city, and I guess Corvin, who’s like a mad scientist guy with a shadowy magical left arm.*
*I'm not sure which one to choose. Could you pick for me? I have Mr. Black (Gourmet Hunter with a terrifying aura), Zjadacz (survivor and descendant of a god-eating monster), and Oswald (industrialist with a penchant for inventing machines)*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*sure! I have the sleep deprived Harengon who’s sitting at a table I named then immediately forgot the name of, I have Mori, a fortune teller who Is just outside of the city, and I guess Corvin, who’s like a mad scientist guy with a shadowy magical left arm.*
*I'm not sure which one to choose. Could you pick for me? I have Mr. Black (Gourmet Hunter with a terrifying aura), Zjadacz (survivor and descendant of a god-eating monster), and Oswald (industrialist with a penchant for inventing machines)*
*maybe either Oswald and Corvin or Corvin and Zjadacz?*
*sure! I have the sleep deprived Harengon who’s sitting at a table I named then immediately forgot the name of, I have Mori, a fortune teller who Is just outside of the city, and I guess Corvin, who’s like a mad scientist guy with a shadowy magical left arm.*
*I'm not sure which one to choose. Could you pick for me? I have Mr. Black (Gourmet Hunter with a terrifying aura), Zjadacz (survivor and descendant of a god-eating monster), and Oswald (industrialist with a penchant for inventing machines)*
*maybe either Oswald and Corvin or Corvin and Zjadacz?*
*I like the idea of two mad scientists in a room together, so I wanna go with Oswald and Corvin*
Corvin is sitting at a table, tinkering with a white watch.
*i can give you a description if ya want it*
*That would be cool!*
Oswald walks in, his apron swishing as his heavy boots thump against the floor. He runs his gloved fingers through his yellow bowl cut and straightens his tie. He rolls up his sleeves and lights a cigar with the still-hot barrel of his pistol.
Corvin is sitting at a table, tinkering with a white watch.
*i can give you a description if ya want it*
*That would be cool!*
Oswald walks in, his apron swishing as his heavy boots thump against the floor. He runs his gloved fingers through his yellow bowl cut and straightens his tie. He rolls up his sleeves and lights a cigar with the still-hot barrel of his pistol.
Corvin is sitting at a table, tinkering with a white watch.
*i can give you a description if ya want it*
*That would be cool!*
Oswald walks in, his apron swishing as his heavy boots thump against the floor. He runs his gloved fingers through his yellow bowl cut and straightens his tie. He rolls up his sleeves and lights a cigar with the still-hot barrel of his pistol.
Corvin looks at Oswald for a second.
”you know cigars aren’t healthy, right?”
*he’s also a doctor :)*
"Personally, I don't care. My lungs are filled with smog 80% of the time anyway. And more damningly I've already replaced them with polymer."
Corvin is sitting at a table, tinkering with a white watch.
*i can give you a description if ya want it*
*That would be cool!*
Oswald walks in, his apron swishing as his heavy boots thump against the floor. He runs his gloved fingers through his yellow bowl cut and straightens his tie. He rolls up his sleeves and lights a cigar with the still-hot barrel of his pistol.
Corvin looks at Oswald for a second.
”you know cigars aren’t healthy, right?”
*he’s also a doctor :)*
"Personally, I don't care. My lungs are filled with smog 80% of the time anyway. And more damningly I've already replaced them with polymer."
“Why? For medical reasons? Did they have some issue?”
"Personally, I don't care. My lungs are filled with smog 80% of the time anyway. And more damningly I've already replaced them with polymer."
“Why? For medical reasons? Did they have some issue?”
"I was born to a miner. My lungs were doomed from the start. It was only a matter of time before I needed a replacement. I wanted metal, but that rusts and wasn't flexible enough."
"Personally, I don't care. My lungs are filled with smog 80% of the time anyway. And more damningly I've already replaced them with polymer."
“Why? For medical reasons? Did they have some issue?”
"I was born to a miner. My lungs were doomed from the start. It was only a matter of time before I needed a replacement. I wanted metal, but that rusts and wasn't flexible enough."
“Makes sense, but you could use an enchantment if you really wanted metal, or some other metallic alternative. I’m sure there’s something. It would probably be expensive, though.”
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*He's deforesting the material plane, which will effect the Feywild, but not necessarily damage it. He's also being very careful, being sure to affect the minimum amount of fey possible. But yes, he is an irredeemable monster.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
F3-0n goes to investigate the whistling, exiting his hidden room.
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."
*ah, that’s alright.*
*No no, he is forcing many fey to move their homes. Feel free to be outraged. Roleplay it, even.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ahem…*
*HOW DARE HE DO THAT I SHALL HAVE HIS HEAD FOR THIS AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!*
*Good boy/girl/thing, Archfey. Now, wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Having found nothing, F3-0n returns to his secret workshop.
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."
*sure! I have the sleep deprived Harengon who’s sitting at a table I named then immediately forgot the name of, I have Mori, a fortune teller who Is just outside of the city, and I guess Corvin, who’s like a mad scientist guy with a shadowy magical left arm.*
*I'm not sure which one to choose. Could you pick for me? I have Mr. Black (Gourmet Hunter with a terrifying aura), Zjadacz (survivor and descendant of a god-eating monster), and Oswald (industrialist with a penchant for inventing machines)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also I may only be on for a little bit longer*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oh no*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*maybe either Oswald and Corvin or Corvin and Zjadacz?*
*I like the idea of two mad scientists in a room together, so I wanna go with Oswald and Corvin*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*alrighty!*
Corvin is sitting at a table, tinkering with a white watch.
*i can give you a description if ya want it*
*That would be cool!*
Oswald walks in, his apron swishing as his heavy boots thump against the floor. He runs his gloved fingers through his yellow bowl cut and straightens his tie. He rolls up his sleeves and lights a cigar with the still-hot barrel of his pistol.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Corvin looks at Oswald for a second.
”you know cigars aren’t healthy, right?”
*he’s also a doctor :)*
"Personally, I don't care. My lungs are filled with smog 80% of the time anyway. And more damningly I've already replaced them with polymer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Why? For medical reasons? Did they have some issue?”
"I was born to a miner. My lungs were doomed from the start. It was only a matter of time before I needed a replacement. I wanted metal, but that rusts and wasn't flexible enough."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Makes sense, but you could use an enchantment if you really wanted metal, or some other metallic alternative. I’m sure there’s something. It would probably be expensive, though.”