*INTRO TIME >:D. EVEN THO NOVODY IS HERE, IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT*
A younger looking human walks into the village. He looks normal, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a gray hoodie. He's slightly under 6ft, with blueish green eyes, pale skin, and short brown hair. By all means a normal commoner, a silvery-grey trinket hanging off a chain looped around his belt
The trio of masked nobles watch from afar. Could I get a more detailed description of the trinket?
*INTRO TIME >:D. EVEN THO NOVODY IS HERE, IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT*
A younger looking human walks into the village. He looks normal, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a gray hoodie. He's slightly under 6ft, with blueish green eyes, pale skin, and short brown hair. By all means a normal commoner, a silvery-grey trinket hanging off a chain looped around his belt
The trio of masked nobles watch from afar. Could I get a more detailed description of the trinket?
*sorry for gap, had to move around*
The trinket is about the size of a police badge, a disk of seeming iron with intricate parts that seem like they could move under the right circumstances.
*INTRO TIME >:D. EVEN THO NOVODY IS HERE, IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT*
A younger looking human walks into the village. He looks normal, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a gray hoodie. He's slightly under 6ft, with blueish green eyes, pale skin, and short brown hair. By all means a normal commoner, a silvery-grey trinket hanging off a chain looped around his belt
The trio of masked nobles watch from afar. Could I get a more detailed description of the trinket?
*sorry for gap, had to move around*
The trinket is about the size of a police badge, a disk of seeming iron with intricate parts that seem like they could move under the right circumstances.
*Sorry, had to eat dinner*
One of the three approaches him with a cup of tea. The scent of the tea cuts through the intense scent of perfume and the faint scent of rotting meat.
*INTRO TIME >:D. EVEN THO NOVODY IS HERE, IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT*
A younger looking human walks into the village. He looks normal, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a gray hoodie. He's slightly under 6ft, with blueish green eyes, pale skin, and short brown hair. By all means a normal commoner, a silvery-grey trinket hanging off a chain looped around his belt
The trio of masked nobles watch from afar. Could I get a more detailed description of the trinket?
*sorry for gap, had to move around*
The trinket is about the size of a police badge, a disk of seeming iron with intricate parts that seem like they could move under the right circumstances.
*Sorry, had to eat dinner*
One of the three approaches him with a cup of tea. The scent of the tea cuts through the intense scent of perfume and the faint scent of rotting meat.
*it's cool*
The young man looks at him curiously, "Good evening sir."
*Okay, I gotta be point-blank with you, I have nothing to go off of here. He's a normal guy with a trinket.*
*I mean... ye. That's how I designed him? Normal dude with magic item*
*Yeah, but... normal man walks in. He has a thingy. The fact that he isn't doing anything puts a lot of pressure on me to think of something interesting to do here.*
*Okay, I gotta be point-blank with you, I have nothing to go off of here. He's a normal guy with a trinket.*
*I mean... ye. That's how I designed him? Normal dude with magic item*
*Yeah, but... normal man walks in. He has a thingy. The fact that he isn't doing anything puts a lot of pressure on me to think of something interesting to do here.*
*sorry, his main interesting thing wouldn't happen in your average conversation qwq* *uhhh, here:*
The man tilts his head, "Why are you speaking through tea anyway? Seems like magic"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
Miranda is outside, his form shifted from the handsome Half-Elf with tawny skin and fluffy, black hair. He was now in the form of an Illuskan male with short, slicked-back black hair and a goatee that was turning grey around the sides. He was now a bit taller and lithe. He was wearing a black cotton tunic with blue edging and a woven leather belt made from displacer beast hide. He has many books on different topics and in very different languages.
Yuri is dancing outside, humming to herself. Snow falls around her and falls gently on her skin which is white as the snow. Her black hair is unbound and floats around her like a veil. She is dressed in a black dress with a gold woven belt made from dragon hide. She seems happy.
*Hiya baal!*
*
Hey, Alaric!Anything you wanna do?*Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I just introduced a character*
The trio of masked nobles watch from afar. Could I get a more detailed description of the trinket?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sorry for gap, had to move around*
The trinket is about the size of a police badge, a disk of seeming iron with intricate parts that seem like they could move under the right circumstances.
*Sorry, had to eat dinner*
One of the three approaches him with a cup of tea. The scent of the tea cuts through the intense scent of perfume and the faint scent of rotting meat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*it's cool*
The young man looks at him curiously, "Good evening sir."
The dandy gives a slight bow and offers the cup of tea to the young man, not saying a word.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Uh... would it be rude for me to decline here?" He asks, looking at the tea
The tea leaves form a sentence. "Hello, friend. Care to talk about the arts?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Wha- um, sure? That's a neat trick."
*Okay, I gotta be point-blank with you, I have nothing to go off of here. He's a normal guy with a trinket.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I mean... ye. That's how I designed him? Normal dude with magic item*
*Yeah, but... normal man walks in. He has a thingy. The fact that he isn't doing anything puts a lot of pressure on me to think of something interesting to do here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sorry, his main interesting thing wouldn't happen in your average conversation qwq* *uhhh, here:*
The man tilts his head, "Why are you speaking through tea anyway? Seems like magic"
hi
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*GoOd MoRnInG*
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
Miranda is outside, his form shifted from the handsome Half-Elf with tawny skin and fluffy, black hair. He was now in the form of an Illuskan male with short, slicked-back black hair and a goatee that was turning grey around the sides. He was now a bit taller and lithe. He was wearing a black cotton tunic with blue edging and a woven leather belt made from displacer beast hide. He has many books on different topics and in very different languages.
Yuri is dancing outside, humming to herself. Snow falls around her and falls gently on her skin which is white as the snow. Her black hair is unbound and floats around her like a veil. She is dressed in a black dress with a gold woven belt made from dragon hide. She seems happy.
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
*I'm going to lay on your lap and exterminate your lifeforce.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*w e l l c r a p.*
*But the laws of cats. I cannot move you unless you move yourself. So I shall die here until you move.*
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