His body feels like hard rubber. Like tires wrapped around petrified wood. His suit is made of soft, plush fabric, contrasting his horrific form quite nicely. He gives Sudah as many marshmallows as she wants. He gestures with his free claw to the other chairs around the coffee table, each one with a hot mug of cocoa and a present on the seat. He notices that Khemut isn't looking. Mój słodki, what is wrong? You needn't worry. Your parents will be back by Christmas. I'll make sure of it.
Khemut shakes her head and pulls an object wrapped in purple cloth from her cloak. She sets it down on the table and gestures for The Uncle to take a look. "We took it before they could get it.. It was my mother's and grandmother's." She whispers. Sadeh jumps up and grins "Momma's cane!" she says in Deep Speech. Pakmon sits down and lowers his ears.
He slowly, carefully unwraps it. He lifts the brim of his tophat to see better, revealing his white, gleaming, pinprick pupils set into dark holes in his skull.
*He's also under the effects of Detect Magic*
It appears to be a white, iridescent cane. The cloth was covering the magic of it, but now it intoxicated the air. An aura of Transmutation, Abjuration, and Conjuration radiates from it. There is a crack in the stem, now an ugly purple. (He can make an History check or Arcana check)
He slowly, carefully unwraps it. He lifts the brim of his tophat to see better, revealing his white, gleaming, pinprick pupils set into dark holes in his skull.
*He's also under the effects of Detect Magic*
It appears to be a white, iridescent cane. The cloth was covering the magic of it, but now it intoxicated the air. An aura of Transmutation, Abjuration, and Conjuration radiates from it. There is a crack in the stem, now an ugly purple. (He can make an History check or Arcana check)
Oswald glances over, then looks back to his plans. "Nice sword. My father invented something similar. It might've worked too if we had people as big as you to wield them."
*Oswald is 5' 5" by the way*
"this sword was created just before my Fath..." he stops suddenly. he seems to have a flashback. after about 15 seconds of him sitting there recalling something, he suddenly moves and the sound of glass and wood shattering fills the room
Oswald casually looks over to the source of the noise.
it seems he slammed down his glass mug with enough force to not only smash it but to also cave in part of the counter. he then puts the wood back into place with his bare hands
"You know how many people it takes to make a glass mug?" Oswald grumbles.
While Theren is wandering the woods, it's almost as though the forest began to close in around him. The sky became dark as what seemed like a storm, began to brew. Strange noises and howls filled the Woods as everynow and then a strange shadow like creature would look at him from the trees.
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*Nah, Let me scare Theren*
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Ye old creator of characters
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yo."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ok do it well
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Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
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"what are you up to?"
psychopath ^-^
A robed wyvern sits down in a booth, looking tired.
"Nothing. Why?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It appears to be a white, iridescent cane. The cloth was covering the magic of it, but now it intoxicated the air. An aura of Transmutation, Abjuration, and Conjuration radiates from it. There is a crack in the stem, now an ugly purple. (He can make an History check or Arcana check)
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 shrug "bored"
psychopath ^-^
"Ah, i see."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*MY FWIEND!!*
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
Either one: 13
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Ya they are so bored that they are eating their toes”
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'🧀
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*careful, that's dangerously close to nsfw :3*
Krok slumps down at a nearby table, looking up when a waiter walks up, "An ale kindly." He says, before muttering something in draconic
"You know how many people it takes to make a glass mug?" Oswald grumbles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Knuckle Crack*
While Theren is wandering the woods, it's almost as though the forest began to close in around him. The sky became dark as what seemed like a storm, began to brew. Strange noises and howls filled the Woods as everynow and then a strange shadow like creature would look at him from the trees.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
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"What's that now?" The wyvern asks, looking up