*I created him in my head after I learned about artificers. Sadly, that was after I started playing a campain. Luckily, my DM let me switch.*
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I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
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.
Stroth is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern, upside down. He seems to have cast Reverse Gravity on himself and a couple of books. He sits beside a misshapen sludge of skin, eyes, and arms. He appears to be reading to it and chuckling whenever it makes a groaning noise.
Jackson is very wary of Stroth's appearance and is sitting on the roof of the tavern, avoiding him. He is reading his own books on how to reassemble broken limbs without pain.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Stroth is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern, upside down. He seems to have cast Reverse Gravity on himself and a couple of books. He sits beside a misshapen sludge of skin, eyes, and arms. He appears to be reading to it and chuckling whenever it makes a groaning noise.
Jackson is very wary of Stroth's appearance and is sitting on the roof of the tavern, avoiding him. He is reading his own books on how to reassemble broken limbs without pain.
There is the smell of honeysuckle and some smoke floats by him
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I created him in my head after I learned about artificers. Sadly, that was after I started playing a campain. Luckily, my DM let me switch.*
*That's great :D*
*Yeah I can not describe how hard I celebrated 🎉*
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I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Stroth is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern, upside down. He seems to have cast Reverse Gravity on himself and a couple of books. He sits beside a misshapen sludge of skin, eyes, and arms. He appears to be reading to it and chuckling whenever it makes a groaning noise.
Jackson is very wary of Stroth's appearance and is sitting on the roof of the tavern, avoiding him. He is reading his own books on how to reassemble broken limbs without pain.
*Ooo*
Juliet looks up at Stroth, wanting to ask if she can get him anything, but not sure how to.
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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.
Stroth is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern, upside down. He seems to have cast Reverse Gravity on himself and a couple of books. He sits beside a misshapen sludge of skin, eyes, and arms. He appears to be reading to it and chuckling whenever it makes a groaning noise.
Jackson is very wary of Stroth's appearance and is sitting on the roof of the tavern, avoiding him. He is reading his own books on how to reassemble broken limbs without pain.
There is the smell of honeysuckle and some smoke floats by him
Jackson covers his mouth and nose in his elbow and looks around.
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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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Carl smiles a bit, hoping he likes it.
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.
*lol, probably not*
"Nah, thanks though." he says, coughing a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I created him in my head after I learned about artificers. Sadly, that was after I started playing a campain. Luckily, my DM let me switch.*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
Ya but you guys are fun to fight
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
"No problem, man." He begins to head off.
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's great :D*
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.
"How 'bout a root beer?"
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
Stroth is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern, upside down. He seems to have cast Reverse Gravity on himself and a couple of books. He sits beside a misshapen sludge of skin, eyes, and arms. He appears to be reading to it and chuckling whenever it makes a groaning noise.
Jackson is very wary of Stroth's appearance and is sitting on the roof of the tavern, avoiding him. He is reading his own books on how to reassemble broken limbs without pain.
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
*Wdym*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
There is the smell of honeysuckle and some smoke floats by him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hey guys! sorry i've been pretty busy irl so i've hardly been on*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"I'm not sulking"
psychopath ^-^
"Sure, coming right up." He pulls out a smooth glass and grabs a bottle of root beer.
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.
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yeah I can not describe how hard I celebrated 🎉*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
*Ooo*
Juliet looks up at Stroth, wanting to ask if she can get him anything, but not sure how to.
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.
*No worries! I can relate lol. Its good to see you*
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.
I mean it is fun to fight bronzewings
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
"It's fine"
psychopath ^-^
Jackson covers his mouth and nose in his elbow and looks around.
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