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
"Its fine." He said and uncovered his mouth "I just don't like the smell is all. Thank you for accommodating"
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
"Its fine." He said and uncovered his mouth "I just don't like the smell is all. Thank you for accommodating"
"Yeah, whatever man." he says, kicking a pebble over 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.
"Anyway, because you asked, it would depend on the situation. I would be mad, of course, but if it were say, an accident, I'm sure I could forgive the person with enough time."
"You would?!" he says loudly, "I mean... yeah sure."
"I'm sorry if that offends you, but I forgiveness is a part of the lifestyle I'm trying to make for myself. I don't want to blame people for things they didn't mean to do."
"Well hmmm. Can I tell you something if you promise not to get mad?"
Effrayer is lounging around outside, playing blues music on his trumpet while snow falls over the city.
Oswald Grouper is calmly looking over some blueprints inside.
Yuri is looking for Oswald. She is carrying a large container made of lead.
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
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?"
"A glass of Cateye Wine, aged from the year 430 if you have it. For my friend here, do you have any dead rats you don't want."
"Anyway, because you asked, it would depend on the situation. I would be mad, of course, but if it were say, an accident, I'm sure I could forgive the person with enough time."
"You would?!" he says loudly, "I mean... yeah sure."
"I'm sorry if that offends you, but I forgiveness is a part of the lifestyle I'm trying to make for myself. I don't want to blame people for things they didn't mean to do."
"Well hmmm. Can I tell you something if you promise not to get mad?"
"Of course. I trust you, even after you ran away like that."
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
"Its fine." He said and uncovered his mouth "I just don't like the smell is all. Thank you for accommodating"
"Yeah, whatever man." he says, kicking a pebble over the edge
Effrayer is lounging around outside, playing blues music on his trumpet while snow falls over the city.
Oswald Grouper is calmly looking over some blueprints inside.
Yuri is looking for Oswald. She is carrying a large container made of lead.
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
Oswald glances over, then turns back to his blueprints.
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
"Its fine." He said and uncovered his mouth "I just don't like the smell is all. Thank you for accommodating"
"Yeah, whatever man." he says, kicking a pebble over the edge
"Are you okay?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah im fine."
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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.
Effrayer is lounging around outside, playing blues music on his trumpet while snow falls over the city.
Oswald Grouper is calmly looking over some blueprints inside.
Yuri is looking for Oswald. She is carrying a large container made of lead.
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
Oswald glances over, then turns back to his blueprints.
Yuri walks up to him and smiles "This... Is for you." she said with a grin. (Oswald can tell that the little bit of his soul that he put in Yuri is now gone.)
"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."
There are only six now
*Nope!*
"Mom, Dad, Adrex, Avra, Me, Sora, and my baby bro. 7."
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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.
The guy looks over. He seems rather young about 24. "Sorry." he then stomps out the cigarette
"Its fine." He said and uncovered his mouth "I just don't like the smell is all. Thank you for accommodating"
"Yeah, whatever man." he says, kicking a pebble over the edge
"Are you okay?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah im fine."
He is going to cast Detect Thoughts (Make a WIS save)
Effrayer is lounging around outside, playing blues music on his trumpet while snow falls over the city.
Oswald Grouper is calmly looking over some blueprints inside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its fine." He said and uncovered his mouth "I just don't like the smell is all. Thank you for accommodating"
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, whatever man." he says, kicking a pebble over the edge
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"?"
psychopath ^-^
Oslo walks over, wondering what the blueprints are for.
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.
Yuri is looking for Oswald. She is carrying a large container made of lead.
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
"Watch this." he then uses a bit of magic to make the bags fall from their hands
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A glass of Cateye Wine, aged from the year 430 if you have it. For my friend here, do you have any dead rats you don't want."
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Echo chuckles
psychopath ^-^
"Are you okay?" He asked, tilting his head.
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
As the person tried to pick up their bags he makes them fall again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Oswald glances over, then turns back to his blueprints.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah im fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Yuri walks up to him and smiles "This... Is for you." she said with a grin. (Oswald can tell that the little bit of his soul that he put in Yuri is now gone.)
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
*Nope!*
"Mom, Dad, Adrex, Avra, Me, Sora, and my baby bro. 7."
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
He is going to cast Detect Thoughts (Make a WIS save)
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
They laugh
psychopath ^-^
* I am Tempted to Ruin this Bullying little Scene. Hmmm *
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