"Oh, no, we just don't get many Bronzewings in here."
"Not surprised. There are only seven of us."
Ya but you guys are fun to fight
*Wdym*
I mean it is fun to fight bronzewings
*how do you know*
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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.
There is the smell of honeysuckle and some smoke floats by him
Jackson covers his mouth and nose in his elbow and looks around.
There is a guy smoking near the edge of the roof, standing dangerously close to the edge
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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.
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.
Stroth looks down and smiles "Hello miss. You look confused. Is it because of me? me being upside down? or my friend here?"
*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 🎉*
*I'm happy for ya, its always great when you get to play what you want, especially when its as cool as xythar*
*Yeah, bronze dragonborn artificer (soon to be battle smith) is about the coolest I can get*
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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.
There is the smell of honeysuckle and some smoke floats by him
Jackson covers his mouth and nose in his elbow and looks around.
There is a guy smoking near the edge of the roof, standing dangerously close to the edge
"Excuse me.. I am sorry for asking this but may you please stop smoking.." He asked.
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.
There is a guy smoking near the edge of the roof, standing dangerously close to the edge
"Excuse me.. I am sorry for asking this but may you please stop smoking.." He asked.
The guy looks over. He seems rather young about 24. "Sorry." he then stomps out the cigarette
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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.
"Oh, no, we just don't get many Bronzewings in here."
"Not surprised. There are only seven of us."
Ya but you guys are fun to fight
*Wdym*
I mean it is fun to fight bronzewings
*how do you know*
The old man smiles “ because I killed one”
*oh your rping*
"Oh, but that's were you went wrong. I'm still here."
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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.
Stroth looks down and smiles "Hello miss. You look confused. Is it because of me? me being upside down? or my friend here?"
"...All of it, sort of. Can I... get you 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.
*I'm happy for ya, its always great when you get to play what you want, especially when its as cool as xythar*
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.
"So whaddya doin down here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*how do you know*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
There is a guy smoking near the edge of the roof, standing dangerously close to the edge
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth looks down and smiles "Hello miss. You look confused. Is it because of me? me being upside down? or my friend here?"
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
*Yeah, bronze dragonborn artificer (soon to be battle smith) is about the coolest I can get*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
"Excuse me.. I am sorry for asking this but may you please stop smoking.." He asked.
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
"watching people i guess"
psychopath ^-^
The guy looks over. He seems rather young about 24. "Sorry." he then stomps out the cigarette
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The old man smiles “ because I killed one”
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'
They shrug "bored"d
psychopath ^-^
"Wanna do somethin then?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What?"
psychopath ^-^
*oh your rping*
"Oh, but that's were you went wrong. I'm still here."
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
"Dunno, cause trouble or somethin."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm down for that"
psychopath ^-^
"...All of it, sort of. Can I... get you anything?"
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.
There are only six now
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'
"Alright." he looks down the alleyway and chuckles pointing out someone carrying a bunch of bags
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.