*Since some people are here... lets for a little intro :3*
A large lavish looking carriage rolls into town, pulled by two black furred horses, and driven by a half elf in a fancy suit. As they pull into the main square, a few pedestrians having to move out of the way to avoid being hit, they stop, the horses whinging as they are coaxed to a halt
Theren looks over. He looks at the half-elf and raises an eyebrow.
*Since some people are here... lets for a little intro :3*
A large lavish looking carriage rolls into town, pulled by two black furred horses, and driven by a half elf in a fancy suit. As they pull into the main square, a few pedestrians having to move out of the way to avoid being hit, they stop, the horses whinging as they are coaxed to a halt
Miko is one of the pedestrian, dodging out of the way "hey, I'm walking here!"
The coach master pays him no mind, stepping off if the carriage to open the side doors
*Since some people are here... lets for a little intro :3*
A large lavish looking carriage rolls into town, pulled by two black furred horses, and driven by a half elf in a fancy suit. As they pull into the main square, a few pedestrians having to move out of the way to avoid being hit, they stop, the horses whinging as they are coaxed to a halt
Theren looks over. He looks at the half-elf and raises an eyebrow.
They offer a curt nod as they go to open the door
"Bloody bet all my coin thats a noble." he mumbles
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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.
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Called it." he mumbles. "Another bloody royal." he mumbles to himself
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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.
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Ya almost killed me!"
She looks at him, laughing softly into her hand, "Oh, my apologies, you should stay out of the road next time"
The tavern door is pushed open to show a figure standing at 6'5". It looks to be a giant mushroom. It looks around with curiosity before sitting down near the back, eyes wide and taking in everything.
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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.
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Ya almost killed me!"
She looks at him, laughing softly into her hand, "Oh, my apologies, you should stay out of the road next time"
"mabey I should, or mabey you shouldn't be driving recklessly on market day"
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Called it." he mumbles. "Another bloody royal." he mumbles to himself
The noble girl looks towards the crowd, addressing them simply, "I shall be staying in your.... quaint little village on business for my father" she says, though the pause evidences that there were other words she would've used to describe the town, "I expect you all to accommodate such things"
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Called it." he mumbles. "Another bloody royal." he mumbles to himself
The noble girl looks towards the crowd, addressing them simply, "I shall be staying in your.... quaint little village on business for my father" she says, though the pause evidences that there were other words she would've used to describe the town, "I expect you all to accommodate such things"
Theren sighs. "Look lady. We got a tavern here and that's about it. Lodging is provided at the tavern as long as your willing to pay coin for it." he says while standing up.
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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.
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Ya almost killed me!"
She looks at him, laughing softly into her hand, "Oh, my apologies, you should stay out of the road next time"
"mabey I should, or mabey you shouldn't be driving recklessly on market day"
"Well you seem uninjured, so I'd say my coachman driving was quite fine" she smiles politely
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Called it." he mumbles. "Another bloody royal." he mumbles to himself
The noble girl looks towards the crowd, addressing them simply, "I shall be staying in your.... quaint little village on business for my father" she says, though the pause evidences that there were other words she would've used to describe the town, "I expect you all to accommodate such things"
Theren sighs. "Look lady. We got a tavern here and that's about it. Lodging is provided at the tavern as long as your willing to pay coin for it." he says while standing up.
"Ah, of course. A tavern" she says with an inflection, "Where are my manners though. My name is Abigail Nor'Mal of House Nor'Mal." She says
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They offer a curt nod as they go to open the door
Miko grumbles to himself and watches
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Bloody bet all my coin thats a noble." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Response to both dragon and theren:*
He opens the door, a young seeming human women stepping out of the carriage. Her skin is pale, with long dark hair framing her face, emerald green eyes peering past a pair of round glasses. Her outfit is extravagant as one would expect of someone who comes into town on a horse drawn carriage, a long black dress that stops around ankle level, with long sleeves and a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. Around her neck is a silver amulet with a crystal in the center that shimmers in an odd way in the light. She does a small courtesy, before looking over at the coach driver, "Nobody was killed, correct? Father would be most displeased if clean up were needed"
"Ya almost killed me!"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Called it." he mumbles. "Another bloody royal." he mumbles to himself
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kayla is sitting at her usual table drinking orange spice tea with milk and eating blueberry scones.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
She looks at him, laughing softly into her hand, "Oh, my apologies, you should stay out of the road next time"
*ughhhhhh, new character time*
The tavern door is pushed open to show a figure standing at 6'5". It looks to be a giant mushroom. It looks around with curiosity before sitting down near the back, eyes wide and taking in everything.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kayla looks at them curiously. “Are you a myconid?” she asks.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
"mabey I should, or mabey you shouldn't be driving recklessly on market day"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The noble girl looks towards the crowd, addressing them simply, "I shall be staying in your.... quaint little village on business for my father" she says, though the pause evidences that there were other words she would've used to describe the town, "I expect you all to accommodate such things"
It looks at her and makes a happy cooing noise.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ozzy is sat at a table nearby, ignoring the arrival of the noble as he shakily scribbles in his notebook
Theren sighs. "Look lady. We got a tavern here and that's about it. Lodging is provided at the tavern as long as your willing to pay coin for it." he says while standing up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kayla looks over at him. “Hey Ozzy! How’s your eye working?”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
"Well you seem uninjured, so I'd say my coachman driving was quite fine" she smiles politely
Kayla smiles at it, clearly intrigued by its unusual appearance and manner of speech.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
*just look at my pfp for inspiration for this guy :) *
It lumbers over to her and sits on the ground near her. It looks at her cup, clearly fascinated.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, of course. A tavern" she says with an inflection, "Where are my manners though. My name is Abigail Nor'Mal of House Nor'Mal." She says