A stranger is doing the same thing. He has a tail and horns, but doesn't appear to be a tiefling if his gold-and-black eyes and snow white skin have anything to say. He wears a black coat (something between a trench coat and a chef's coat, monogramed with HBL ) and hat, both with gold accents.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"boots make great snacks! Theyr tasty and last a while. Not as nice as sweets but I need to save my money for real food, and leather is free if ya find it in the trash"
Ember tilts her head and smiles, glad to see someone else helping the community. Even offering him a healing potion as a form of thanks.
"Boots make great snacks! They're tasty and last a while. Not as nice as sweets, but I need to save my money for real food, and leather is free if ya find it in the trash"
Ember tilts her head and smiles, glad to see someone else helping the community. Even offering him a healing potion as a form of thanks.
"What about that gold I gave you? Did you spend it already?"
The man doesn't accept it. "I don't think I could carry it. My pockets are full right now." He pulls out a small cube. "These'll make a full pot of soup. Not great, but nutritious. I'm just waiting for the pot to boil right now."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"of course not but leather is affordable and tasty! And I am sticking to the necessybees with it! I need food, water, and shelter, so I'm sticking to that. Snacks are nice but I need the money for full meals! It's better to save in situations like this...at least that's what I think..."
"Stay here I'll get you a pot." She rushes off and she and olive come back with a large pot
"of course not but leather is affordable and tasty! And I am sticking to the necessybees with it! I need food, water, and shelter, so I'm sticking to that. Snacks are nice but I need the money for full meals! It's better to save in situations like this...at least that's what I think..."
"Stay here I'll get you a pot." She rushes off and she and olive come back with a large pot
"Leather won't keep you healthy though."
"Nice." He sets up a quick camp stove, ignites it with a snap of his fingers, and pours water into the pot from his satchel. There seems to be a lot more water than could reasonably fit in the bag. It's clean too, which is also odd.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Shambled is seated in the main hall, bathed in warm light. Scampering around him are a dozen children. The youngsters swaddle him with lights and hang ornaments from his leafy shoulders. Three of them hoist him up and force him to hold out his arms. They then cover the poor woodfolk in elaborate decorations, hanging everything from lampshades to wyvern teeth in Shambler’s boughs.
Shambler offers a baffled smile. “Happy Holidays, little ones,” he says. “You flesh-folks never cease to confuse me.”
The black-clad gwujad is laying out a huge feast in the center of town with the help of several white-furred kobolds. Honeyed ham, spit-roasted goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, buttered rolls, all sorts of gravy, and far too many vegetable options to count, along with flowing eggnog, punch, and hot chocolate. Almost everything is hot despite the frigid air and snowy weather.
The gwujad rings a large hand bell, signaling the kobolds to stop and for anyone nearby to come and feast. The table is set. The meal is prepared. One only needs the strength to partake.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler approaches the table, trailing beads and wire. He takes a seat across from the gwujad. The chair strains under the weight of his ornaments, but it doesn’t quite collapse.
The black-clad gwujad is laying out a huge feast in the center of town with the help of several white-furred kobolds. Honeyed ham, spit-roasted goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, buttered rolls, all sorts of gravy, and far too many vegetable options to count, along with flowing eggnog, punch, and hot chocolate. Almost everything is hot despite the frigid air and snowy weather.
The gwujad rings a large hand bell, signaling the kobolds to stop and for anyone nearby to come and feast. The table is set. The meal is prepared. One only needs the strength to partake.
Alloy runs up and feasts upon the warm food, acting like she hasn't has this good of food in years.
Shambler approaches the table, trailing beads and wire. He takes a seat across from the gwujad. The chair strains under the weight of his ornaments, but it doesn’t quite collapse.
Some snowbolds prop up the chair with sticks at the gwujad's gesture. "Do you want some orange juice? I heard the people of this city enjoy it, so I brought some with me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The black-clad gwujad is laying out a huge feast in the center of town with the help of several white-furred kobolds. Honeyed ham, spit-roasted goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, buttered rolls, all sorts of gravy, and far too many vegetable options to count, along with flowing eggnog, punch, and hot chocolate. Almost everything is hot despite the frigid air and snowy weather.
The gwujad rings a large hand bell, signaling the kobolds to stop and for anyone nearby to come and feast. The table is set. The meal is prepared. One only needs the strength to partake.
Alloy runs up and feasts upon the warm food, acting like she hasn't has this good of food in years.
One of the snowbolds grants her a warm coat. It isn't just thick and soft, if feels like it was just heating by a warm fire.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler approaches the table, trailing beads and wire. He takes a seat across from the gwujad. The chair strains under the weight of his ornaments, but it doesn’t quite collapse.
Some snowbolds prop up the chair with sticks at the gwujad's gesture. "Do you want some orange juice? I heard the people of this city enjoy it, so I brought some with me."
Shambler brightens, insofar as a bush can brighten. “Absolutely.”
Shambler approaches the table, trailing beads and wire. He takes a seat across from the gwujad. The chair strains under the weight of his ornaments, but it doesn’t quite collapse.
Some snowbolds prop up the chair with sticks at the gwujad's gesture. "Do you want some orange juice? I heard the people of this city enjoy it, so I brought some with me."
Shambler brightens, insofar as a bush can brighten. “Absolutely.”
The strange gwujad goes over to the drink station and pours a large glass of orange juice before returning. "My name is Hieronymus Lucas Black. I will be your host for the evening. I hope that these sensations will please you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler nods. An errant star slips off his head and clatters on the ground. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t have a ‘name’ per se, but the humanoids I’ve encountered in my travels have taken to calling me ‘Shambler.’ You’re free to do the same, if you wish.”
Shambler nods. An errant star slips off his head and clatters on the ground. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t have a ‘name’ per se, but the humanoids I’ve encountered in my travels have taken to calling me ‘Shambler.’ You’re free to do the same, if you wish.”
"Ah! You're him! I've heard about you. It's good to have such an esteemed and well-traveled guest." He tips his hat and plates up some of everything, placing it before Shambler. He also picks up the star and gently places it back on Shambler's head.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Alloy is snacking on a boot
Ember is giving out free blankets and tea
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Ceolfrid simply watches, expressionless as usual.
A stranger is doing the same thing. He has a tail and horns, but doesn't appear to be a tiefling if his gold-and-black eyes and snow white skin have anything to say. He wears a black coat (something between a trench coat and a chef's coat, monogramed with HBL ) and hat, both with gold accents.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"boots make great snacks! Theyr tasty and last a while. Not as nice as sweets but I need to save my money for real food, and leather is free if ya find it in the trash"
Ember tilts her head and smiles, glad to see someone else helping the community. Even offering him a healing potion as a form of thanks.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"What about that gold I gave you? Did you spend it already?"
The man doesn't accept it. "I don't think I could carry it. My pockets are full right now." He pulls out a small cube. "These'll make a full pot of soup. Not great, but nutritious. I'm just waiting for the pot to boil right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"of course not but leather is affordable and tasty! And I am sticking to the necessybees with it! I need food, water, and shelter, so I'm sticking to that. Snacks are nice but I need the money for full meals! It's better to save in situations like this...at least that's what I think..."
"Stay here I'll get you a pot." She rushes off and she and olive come back with a large pot
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*happy Christmas eve y'all*
"Leather won't keep you healthy though."
"Nice." He sets up a quick camp stove, ignites it with a snap of his fingers, and pours water into the pot from his satchel. There seems to be a lot more water than could reasonably fit in the bag. It's clean too, which is also odd.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*wanna rp with me?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Shambled is seated in the main hall, bathed in warm light. Scampering around him are a dozen children. The youngsters swaddle him with lights and hang ornaments from his leafy shoulders. Three of them hoist him up and force him to hold out his arms. They then cover the poor woodfolk in elaborate decorations, hanging everything from lampshades to wyvern teeth in Shambler’s boughs.
Shambler offers a baffled smile. “Happy Holidays, little ones,” he says. “You flesh-folks never cease to confuse me.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
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The black-clad gwujad is laying out a huge feast in the center of town with the help of several white-furred kobolds. Honeyed ham, spit-roasted goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, buttered rolls, all sorts of gravy, and far too many vegetable options to count, along with flowing eggnog, punch, and hot chocolate. Almost everything is hot despite the frigid air and snowy weather.
The gwujad rings a large hand bell, signaling the kobolds to stop and for anyone nearby to come and feast. The table is set. The meal is prepared. One only needs the strength to partake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler approaches the table, trailing beads and wire. He takes a seat across from the gwujad. The chair strains under the weight of his ornaments, but it doesn’t quite collapse.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Alloy runs up and feasts upon the warm food, acting like she hasn't has this good of food in years.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Some snowbolds prop up the chair with sticks at the gwujad's gesture. "Do you want some orange juice? I heard the people of this city enjoy it, so I brought some with me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
One of the snowbolds grants her a warm coat. It isn't just thick and soft, if feels like it was just heating by a warm fire.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler brightens, insofar as a bush can brighten. “Absolutely.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The strange gwujad goes over to the drink station and pours a large glass of orange juice before returning. "My name is Hieronymus Lucas Black. I will be your host for the evening. I hope that these sensations will please you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler nods. An errant star slips off his head and clatters on the ground. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t have a ‘name’ per se, but the humanoids I’ve encountered in my travels have taken to calling me ‘Shambler.’ You’re free to do the same, if you wish.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Ah! You're him! I've heard about you. It's good to have such an esteemed and well-traveled guest." He tips his hat and plates up some of everything, placing it before Shambler. He also picks up the star and gently places it back on Shambler's head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Shambler digs in, smiling to himself.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis