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."
"I-I can probably, um, find some... I'll be back." She rushes off to do her best with the order.
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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.)
He sighs. He straightens up and turns his head. "This better not be some assassination attempt." He doesn't seem completely serious, but he still has a slight warning tone.
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."
"I-I can probably, um, find some... I'll be back." She rushes off to do her best with the order.
He smiles and nods. He turns back to the flesh blob, chuckling "We are going to have to give her a big tip". It blechs in agreement, suddenly throwing up a very large diamond, about the size of a dwarfs head, on the ground below.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
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.)
He sighs. He straightens up and turns his head. "This better not be some assassination attempt." He doesn't seem completely serious, but he still has a slight warning tone.
"I am offended you think I would assassinate you." She chuckles "Its something I worked hard on for you."
He sighs. He straightens up and turns his head. "This better not be some assassination attempt." He doesn't seem completely serious, but he still has a slight warning tone.
"I am offended you think I would assassinate you." She chuckles "Its something I worked hard on for you."
"Well, with that in mind, to not accept it would be... well, unacceptable." He pushes the blueprints aside and takes the box, placing it on the table. He opens it and looks inside.
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)
Wis: 16
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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?"
"...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."
"I-I can probably, um, find some... I'll be back." She rushes off to do her best with the order.
He smiles and nods. He turns back to the flesh blob, chuckling "We are going to have to give her a big tip". It blechs in agreement, suddenly throwing up a very large diamond, about the size of a dwarfs head, on the ground below.
She comes back a few minutes later with a bottle of wine from 403, having misread the number, and holding a single rat by its tail. "H-here."
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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 sighs. He straightens up and turns his head. "This better not be some assassination attempt." He doesn't seem completely serious, but he still has a slight warning tone.
"I am offended you think I would assassinate you." She chuckles "Its something I worked hard on for you."
"Well, with that in mind, to not accept it would be... well, unacceptable." He pushes the blueprints aside and takes the box, placing it on the table. He opens it and looks inside.
Inside, is a totem made of precious stones and dark wood. It's carved in the likeness of Oswald. The stones glow unnaturally. "Do get angry at me but I made you a new soul. I remember how you said that your old soul was barely anything and that you were okay with giving it away. So I took the small bit you gave to me and got some help to reform it back into a full soul." she said "It should go back to you. All you got to do is snap the totem and that's it."
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
He sighs. He straightens up and turns his head. "This better not be some assassination attempt." He doesn't seem completely serious, but he still has a slight warning tone.
"I am offended you think I would assassinate you." She chuckles "Its something I worked hard on for you."
"Well, with that in mind, to not accept it would be... well, unacceptable." He pushes the blueprints aside and takes the box, placing it on the table. He opens it and looks inside.
Inside, is a totem made of precious stones and dark wood. It's carved in the likeness of Oswald. The stones glow unnaturally. "Do get angry at me but I made you a new soul. I remember how you said that your old soul was barely anything and that you were okay with giving it away. So I took the small bit you gave to me and got some help to reform it back into a full soul." she said "It should go back to you. All you got to do is snap the totem and that's it."
"Interesting. Did you want something in return? I don't deal in souls, but if this an exchange of gifts..." He picks up one of the blueprints. It seems to be for an automatic tree-planter.
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"I-I can probably, um, find some... I'll be back." She rushes off to do her best with the order.
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.
He sighs. He straightens up and turns his head. "This better not be some assassination attempt." He doesn't seem completely serious, but he still has a slight warning tone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles and nods. He turns back to the flesh blob, chuckling "We are going to have to give her a big tip". It blechs in agreement, suddenly throwing up a very large diamond, about the size of a dwarfs head, on the ground below.
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
*drummer? Wanna continue the thing with Xythar?*
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
"I am offended you think I would assassinate you." She chuckles "Its something I worked hard on for you."
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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"Well, with that in mind, to not accept it would be... well, unacceptable." He pushes the blueprints aside and takes the box, placing it on the table. He opens it and looks inside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Wis: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Alix looks even more tired than he did before
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Need a rest?"
psychopath ^-^
She comes back a few minutes later with a bottle of wine from 403, having misread the number, and holding a single rat by its tail. "H-here."
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.
Inside, is a totem made of precious stones and dark wood. It's carved in the likeness of Oswald. The stones glow unnaturally. "Do get angry at me but I made you a new soul. I remember how you said that your old soul was barely anything and that you were okay with giving it away. So I took the small bit you gave to me and got some help to reform it back into a full soul." she said "It should go back to you. All you got to do is snap the totem and that's it."
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
*Sure!*
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.
He nods, rubbing his eyes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"okay"
psychopath ^-^
Xythar is enjoying the fries, acasionaly side-eying Carl.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
"Interesting. Did you want something in return? I don't deal in souls, but if this an exchange of gifts..." He picks up one of the blueprints. It seems to be for an automatic tree-planter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels