*5'6 slightly chubby man with a 5 o'clock shadow, stubbly shaved head. He wears a red shirt that is stained with sweat and blood, a pair of dirty dusty overalls, work boots, and a pair of goggles over his eyes. Thick Texan accent. He is constantly surrounded by flames that don't seem to burn him or his clothes but harm everything else.*
Dell looks up, lifting his goggles and smiling. "well hey there slim, what can I do fer ya?"
"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
*5'6 slightly chubby man with a 5 o'clock shadow, stubbly shaved head. He wears a red shirt that is stained with sweat and blood, a pair of dirty dusty overalls, work boots, and a pair of goggles over his eyes. Thick Texan accent. He is constantly surrounded by flames that don't seem to burn him or his clothes but harm everything else.*
Dell looks up, lifting his goggles and smiling. "well hey there slim, what can I do fer ya?"
"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
"Indeed I do." He smiles "Names Jackson Dell, but please, call me Dell. What part did it rip outta ya?" He walks over, lowering his goggles again.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*5'6 slightly chubby man with a 5 o'clock shadow, stubbly shaved head. He wears a red shirt that is stained with sweat and blood, a pair of dirty dusty overalls, work boots, and a pair of goggles over his eyes. Thick Texan accent. He is constantly surrounded by flames that don't seem to burn him or his clothes but harm everything else.*
Dell looks up, lifting his goggles and smiling. "well hey there slim, what can I do fer ya?"
"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
"Indeed I do." He smiles "Names Jackson Dell, but please, call me Dell. What part did it rip outta ya?" He walks over, lowering his goggles again.
"My name is Edel, and, well, none, but it broke my arm." He reaches under his cape and undoes some fasteners. He pulls out a fairly complicated-looking mechanical arm. The inside is caked with blood and has some leaves stuck to it. "I'm not sure what's broken, and I have more money than time at the moment."
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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.
*5'6 slightly chubby man with a 5 o'clock shadow, stubbly shaved head. He wears a red shirt that is stained with sweat and blood, a pair of dirty dusty overalls, work boots, and a pair of goggles over his eyes. Thick Texan accent. He is constantly surrounded by flames that don't seem to burn him or his clothes but harm everything else.*
Dell looks up, lifting his goggles and smiling. "well hey there slim, what can I do fer ya?"
"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
"Indeed I do." He smiles "Names Jackson Dell, but please, call me Dell. What part did it rip outta ya?" He walks over, lowering his goggles again.
"My name is Edel, and, well, none, but it broke my arm." He reaches under his cape and undoes some fasteners. He pulls out a fairly complicated-looking mechanical arm. The inside is caked with blood and has some leaves stuck to it. "I'm not sure what's broken, and I have more money than time at the moment."
"Hm.. I'm sure I could get this patched up for ya slick. Gonna take a hell of a time though." He smiled, grinning almost. "But I do love a challenge!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*5'6 slightly chubby man with a 5 o'clock shadow, stubbly shaved head. He wears a red shirt that is stained with sweat and blood, a pair of dirty dusty overalls, work boots, and a pair of goggles over his eyes. Thick Texan accent. He is constantly surrounded by flames that don't seem to burn him or his clothes but harm everything else.*
Dell looks up, lifting his goggles and smiling. "well hey there slim, what can I do fer ya?"
"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
"Indeed I do." He smiles "Names Jackson Dell, but please, call me Dell. What part did it rip outta ya?" He walks over, lowering his goggles again.
"My name is Edel, and, well, none, but it broke my arm." He reaches under his cape and undoes some fasteners. He pulls out a fairly complicated-looking mechanical arm. The inside is caked with blood and has some leaves stuck to it. "I'm not sure what's broken, and I have more money than time at the moment."
"Hm.. I'm sure I could get this patched up for ya slick. Gonna take a hell of a time though." He smiled, grinning almost. "But I do love a challenge!"
"That's great! How much?"
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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.
*5'6 slightly chubby man with a 5 o'clock shadow, stubbly shaved head. He wears a red shirt that is stained with sweat and blood, a pair of dirty dusty overalls, work boots, and a pair of goggles over his eyes. Thick Texan accent. He is constantly surrounded by flames that don't seem to burn him or his clothes but harm everything else.*
Dell looks up, lifting his goggles and smiling. "well hey there slim, what can I do fer ya?"
"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
"Indeed I do." He smiles "Names Jackson Dell, but please, call me Dell. What part did it rip outta ya?" He walks over, lowering his goggles again.
"My name is Edel, and, well, none, but it broke my arm." He reaches under his cape and undoes some fasteners. He pulls out a fairly complicated-looking mechanical arm. The inside is caked with blood and has some leaves stuck to it. "I'm not sure what's broken, and I have more money than time at the moment."
"Hm.. I'm sure I could get this patched up for ya slick. Gonna take a hell of a time though." He smiled, grinning almost. "But I do love a challenge!"
"That's great! How much?"
He thinks it over a moment, doing calculations in his head. "I'm gonna say 500 gold at best. Maybe more depending how hard it is to find parts. For now I'll give ya the deal of 400 gold if yer still ready and willing."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
From outside, a great bellowing and huffing can be heard, joined with heavy footsteps and the falling of rain. The sounds of an accordion can be heard playing a somber tune. The footsteps sound ever closer, and through the window, a huge shape appears. A knock on the door booms once, then twice. As the door opens, a stout human man with a big beautiful bushy mustache steps in, smiling as he absentmindedly plays the gilded accordion in his stubby, thick fingers. As he enters the massive bag slung over his back comes into view, easily larger than he is. He throws it to the ground and takes a seat at the nearest table.
Gunther, the German Bard. Fully dressed in a feathered hat, white shirt, and Lederhosen (German overalls-lookin things, look em up if you don't know what they are). He plays the accordion.
Juliet, the waitress, heads over to Gunther's table. This new guest doesn't look as unfriendly as some of the others she's had to serve, which she's grateful for as she pulls out her notepad and pen. "Welcome to the tavern sir! Can I get you anything? I believe the muffins are on special again today, if that's what you're in the mood for."
He begins to speak quickly and excitedly in German. He seems to understand Common, but he certainly does not speak it. Over at a nearby table, someone is eating a fruit pie. He points at it, saying, "Das würde mir gefallen, ja, ja!" (For those who know nothing of German: ja is pronounced yah, yes in German, the rest don't matter)
*for all those wondering, I do not know German and Google translate is a wonderful tool*
"You... want a pie?" Juliet asks.
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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.
Theren is outside sitting on the ground as a magic circle surrounds him.
Phoenix is baking goods in the kitchen.
-annnnnd intro bc i feel creative today. references are in spoiler-
A fireball materializes in the air, as it hits the ground there is an earth shattering boom. For those who go to investigate the wreck it is a huge gunship with the two pilots dead in their seat with a few figures in all white armor and helmets laying on the ground. One of the figures stir, but he is a bit different than the others. His armor is red and white, his rifle lays next to him.
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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.
Theren is outside sitting on the ground as a magic circle surrounds him.
Phoenix is baking goods in the kitchen.
-annnnnd intro bc i feel creative today. references are in spoiler-
A fireball materializes in the air, as it hits the ground there is an earth shattering boom. For those who go to investigate the wreck it is a huge gunship with the two pilots dead in their seat with a few figures in all white armor and helmets laying on the ground. One of the figures stir, but he is a bit different than the others. His armor is red and white, his rifle lays next to him.
Ember walks up to the edge of the circle with a slight limp "hello dear, what's this circle for?"
Theren is outside sitting on the ground as a magic circle surrounds him.
Phoenix is baking goods in the kitchen.
-annnnnd intro bc i feel creative today. references are in spoiler-
A fireball materializes in the air, as it hits the ground there is an earth shattering boom. For those who go to investigate the wreck it is a huge gunship with the two pilots dead in their seat with a few figures in all white armor and helmets laying on the ground. One of the figures stir, but he is a bit different than the others. His armor is red and white, his rifle lays next to him.
Ember walks up to the edge of the circle with a slight limp "hello dear, what's this circle for?"
He looks up, eyes completely white. "Searching for someone."
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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.
Theren is outside sitting on the ground as a magic circle surrounds him.
Phoenix is baking goods in the kitchen.
-annnnnd intro bc i feel creative today. references are in spoiler-
A fireball materializes in the air, as it hits the ground there is an earth shattering boom. For those who go to investigate the wreck it is a huge gunship with the two pilots dead in their seat with a few figures in all white armor and helmets laying on the ground. One of the figures stir, but he is a bit different than the others. His armor is red and white, his rifle lays next to him.
Ember walks up to the edge of the circle with a slight limp "hello dear, what's this circle for?"
He looks up, eyes completely white. "Searching for someone."
Ember ponders for a second "would you like me to leave or stay quiet?"
Theren is outside sitting on the ground as a magic circle surrounds him.
Phoenix is baking goods in the kitchen.
-annnnnd intro bc i feel creative today. references are in spoiler-
A fireball materializes in the air, as it hits the ground there is an earth shattering boom. For those who go to investigate the wreck it is a huge gunship with the two pilots dead in their seat with a few figures in all white armor and helmets laying on the ground. One of the figures stir, but he is a bit different than the others. His armor is red and white, his rifle lays next to him.
Ember walks up to the edge of the circle with a slight limp "hello dear, what's this circle for?"
He looks up, eyes completely white. "Searching for someone."
Ember ponders for a second "would you like me to leave or stay quiet?"
"Its fine." he blinks as his eyes go back to normal.
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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.
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"You seem to be skilled at fixing prosthetics... do you work on commission? I have one that needs repairs. An owlbear was attracted to the scent of one of the perfumes I was experimenting with, and got very upset that I wasn't another owlbear."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed I do." He smiles "Names Jackson Dell, but please, call me Dell. What part did it rip outta ya?" He walks over, lowering his goggles again.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"My name is Edel, and, well, none, but it broke my arm." He reaches under his cape and undoes some fasteners. He pulls out a fairly complicated-looking mechanical arm. The inside is caked with blood and has some leaves stuck to it. "I'm not sure what's broken, and I have more money than time at the moment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm.. I'm sure I could get this patched up for ya slick. Gonna take a hell of a time though." He smiled, grinning almost. "But I do love a challenge!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That's great! How much?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He thinks it over a moment, doing calculations in his head. "I'm gonna say 500 gold at best. Maybe more depending how hard it is to find parts. For now I'll give ya the deal of 400 gold if yer still ready and willing."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Quiet now :(*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You... want a pie?" Juliet asks.
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.
*Morning!*
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.
*Mornin dudes and dudettes*
Theren is outside sitting on the ground as a magic circle surrounds him.
Phoenix is baking goods in the kitchen.
-annnnnd intro bc i feel creative today. references are in spoiler-
A fireball materializes in the air, as it hits the ground there is an earth shattering boom. For those who go to investigate the wreck it is a huge gunship with the two pilots dead in their seat with a few figures in all white armor and helmets laying on the ground. One of the figures stir, but he is a bit different than the others. His armor is red and white, his rifle lays next to him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ember walks up to the edge of the circle with a slight limp "hello dear, what's this circle for?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*ember calls most past patients dear btw she's not flirting or anything more of how a mom calls their kid dear*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
He looks up, eyes completely white. "Searching for someone."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*like the new pfp viper :)*
*alright :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good rp! I like Ember*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*Thanks! I'm trying to get all her oddness and motherly nature to be slightly more apparent*
*Aww thanks!*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
May I join?
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'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
Ember ponders for a second "would you like me to leave or stay quiet?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Its fine." he blinks as his eyes go back to normal.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.