"well you can teach yours how to hunt and how to find things. yours can even be taught to scavenge. I'll help you through the basics if you want. And the most help i'll need is getting the babies to the surface. and getting them in towels." she pulls out a couple of towels out of her backpack. "doesn't hurt to be prepared!"
News travels quickly in the big city, and this news is surprising indeed. A war has been raging at the eastern border of the country for generations. It was between a holy order and a nation of necromancers. For obvious reasons, this was a standstill for a long time. However, recently, in the face of emerging technologies, the necromancers had been growing stronger while the holy order was waning in faith. The necromancers, over the course of last month, had ended the war just in time for Christmas. The soldiers, both living and dead, are coming home.
A parade is making its way through town. People are celebrating the fact that the war never crossed over into this beautiful country. However, the celebration seems to slow down when people realize that most of the people in the parade aren't actually alive. At the top of one of the floats, conducting the entire event is a man in cheap, dented armor, clearly the kind used by actual soldiers. He organizes the undead musicians and float drivers into a display that brings great joy, at least to the dead themselves.
The undead look well-preserved and smell pleasantly of herbs. Some of them are even in the crowd, dressed in civilian clothing and cheering on the group.
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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 leader of the parade, satisfied that the undead can handle this by themselves, climbs down and enters the tavern. Upon closer inspection, his armor is carved with necromantic sigils, clearly done with a knife of some sort. He also carries a shield and a polearm with its blade wrapped up in an old, tattered battle standard. "One tombs-ward mead please."
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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.
"well you can teach yours how to hunt and how to find things. yours can even be taught to scavenge. I'll help you through the basics if you want. And the most help i'll need is getting the babies to the surface. and getting them in towels." she pulls out a couple of towels out of her backpack. "doesn't hurt to be prepared!"
'A scavenger owl bear! Awesome!' He helps Yelena and Neki out
The leader of the parade, satisfied that the undead can handle this by themselves, climbs down and enters the tavern. Upon closer inspection, his armor is carved with necromantic sigils, clearly done with a knife of some sort. He also carries a shield and a polearm with its blade wrapped up in an old, tattered battle standard. "One tombs-ward mead please."
Alloy looks up from her meal and smiles at him "hello sir!"
The leader of the parade, satisfied that the undead can handle this by themselves, climbs down and enters the tavern. Upon closer inspection, his armor is carved with necromantic sigils, clearly done with a knife of some sort. He also carries a shield and a polearm with its blade wrapped up in an old, tattered battle standard. "One tombs-ward mead please."
Alloy looks up from her meal and smiles at him "hello sir!"
He looks down at the little kobold and smiles. It's hard to tell since he's wearing a scarf over his mouth and his helmet has a guard for his eyes, but she can hear it in his voice. "Hello!"
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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 leader of the parade, satisfied that the undead can handle this by themselves, climbs down and enters the tavern. Upon closer inspection, his armor is carved with necromantic sigils, clearly done with a knife of some sort. He also carries a shield and a polearm with its blade wrapped up in an old, tattered battle standard. "One tombs-ward mead please."
Alloy looks up from her meal and smiles at him "hello sir!"
He looks down at the little kobold and smiles. It's hard to tell since he's wearing a scarf over his mouth and his helmet has a guard for his eyes, but she can hear it in his voice. "Hello!"
"well you can teach yours how to hunt and how to find things. yours can even be taught to scavenge. I'll help you through the basics if you want. And the most help i'll need is getting the babies to the surface. and getting them in towels." she pulls out a couple of towels out of her backpack. "doesn't hurt to be prepared!"
'A scavenger owl bear! Awesome!' He helps Yelena and Neki out
Yelena decides that Nika will have the babies tomorrow. "pick a name for yours so that you can train right away. the other is going to be named Akira."
The leader of the parade, satisfied that the undead can handle this by themselves, climbs down and enters the tavern. Upon closer inspection, his armor is carved with necromantic sigils, clearly done with a knife of some sort. He also carries a shield and a polearm with its blade wrapped up in an old, tattered battle standard. "One tombs-ward mead please."
Alloy looks up from her meal and smiles at him "hello sir!"
He looks down at the little kobold and smiles. It's hard to tell since he's wearing a scarf over his mouth and his helmet has a guard for his eyes, but she can hear it in his voice. "Hello!"
"I'm alloy and you look super cool! "
"Thank you! My name's Nokron. I got this armor for fighting in the war. They let me buy it after it ended, so now I'm slightly protected anywhere I go."
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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.
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'She does? I'm honoured! I couldn't think of anything better in the world, actually! A little mini owlbear, so cute!'
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"im glad that you accept this. nika says thank you."
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
'Aww, thanks Nika! I'll raise them properly, to be an excellent example of an underground owlbear'
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You hear her beak click and she gives out a huffy growl that sounds like a laugh.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
'So, how do I look after an owlbear? Also, ya need any help with anything?'
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*gtg*
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"well you can teach yours how to hunt and how to find things. yours can even be taught to scavenge. I'll help you through the basics if you want. And the most help i'll need is getting the babies to the surface. and getting them in towels." she pulls out a couple of towels out of her backpack. "doesn't hurt to be prepared!"
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*bye!!!*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
News travels quickly in the big city, and this news is surprising indeed. A war has been raging at the eastern border of the country for generations. It was between a holy order and a nation of necromancers. For obvious reasons, this was a standstill for a long time. However, recently, in the face of emerging technologies, the necromancers had been growing stronger while the holy order was waning in faith. The necromancers, over the course of last month, had ended the war just in time for Christmas. The soldiers, both living and dead, are coming home.
A parade is making its way through town. People are celebrating the fact that the war never crossed over into this beautiful country. However, the celebration seems to slow down when people realize that most of the people in the parade aren't actually alive. At the top of one of the floats, conducting the entire event is a man in cheap, dented armor, clearly the kind used by actual soldiers. He organizes the undead musicians and float drivers into a display that brings great joy, at least to the dead themselves.
The undead look well-preserved and smell pleasantly of herbs. Some of them are even in the crowd, dressed in civilian clothing and cheering on the group.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll come back to this in a second*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*wow I like it*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*Back for a bit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*welcome back*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
The leader of the parade, satisfied that the undead can handle this by themselves, climbs down and enters the tavern. Upon closer inspection, his armor is carved with necromantic sigils, clearly done with a knife of some sort. He also carries a shield and a polearm with its blade wrapped up in an old, tattered battle standard. "One tombs-ward mead please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'A scavenger owl bear! Awesome!' He helps Yelena and Neki out
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Alloy looks up from her meal and smiles at him "hello sir!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
He looks down at the little kobold and smiles. It's hard to tell since he's wearing a scarf over his mouth and his helmet has a guard for his eyes, but she can hear it in his voice. "Hello!"
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 alloy and you look super cool! "
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Yelena decides that Nika will have the babies tomorrow. "pick a name for yours so that you can train right away. the other is going to be named Akira."
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"Thank you! My name's Nokron. I got this armor for fighting in the war. They let me buy it after it ended, so now I'm slightly protected anywhere I go."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.