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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
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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"
"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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
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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.
There is a pale man in black, fancy clothes sitting in the tavern, staying away from the windows. His eyes look like the night sky, while his clothes have depictions of eyes, goblets, and waves on them wrought in silver. He seems uneasy as he creates a strange talisman.
"I need to get home..." he mutters.
*For anyone with the ability to detect this sort of thing, he is a vampire, and seems only semi-real.*
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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
"Ah, proving me correct." She says, snapping her fingers, "William, darling, I.lets introduce you to the locals" she says, smiling as a large Shield guardian steps out of the other side of the carriage, it's fists practically the size of the girl's torso, standing around 8ft tall as she speaks, "I believe he's more than enough to handle an overzealous peasant with a knife, wouldn't you say?" She looks at 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"
"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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
"Ah, proving me correct." She says, snapping her fingers, "William, darling, I.lets introduce you to the locals" she says, smiling as a large Shield guardian steps out of the other side of the carriage, it's fists practically the size of the girl's torso, standing around 8ft tall as she speaks, "I believe he's more than enough to handle an overzealous peasant with a knife, wouldn't you say?" She looks at Theren
Theren tilts his head. "Shield guardian. Easy enough to handle. Just need to destroy its amulet, then boom. Useless." Theren scoffs. "And I'm no peasant with a knife."
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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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
"Ah, proving me correct." She says, snapping her fingers, "William, darling, I.lets introduce you to the locals" she says, smiling as a large Shield guardian steps out of the other side of the carriage, it's fists practically the size of the girl's torso, standing around 8ft tall as she speaks, "I believe he's more than enough to handle an overzealous peasant with a knife, wouldn't you say?" She looks at Theren
Theren tilts his head. "Shield guardian. Easy enough to handle. Just need to destroy its amulet, then boom. Useless." Theren scoffs. "And I'm no peasant with a knife."
"Of course. You're a "ranger" she says with a patronizing tone, "Though I will tell you it's easier said than done to destroy the amulet"
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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
"Ah, proving me correct." She says, snapping her fingers, "William, darling, I.lets introduce you to the locals" she says, smiling as a large Shield guardian steps out of the other side of the carriage, it's fists practically the size of the girl's torso, standing around 8ft tall as she speaks, "I believe he's more than enough to handle an overzealous peasant with a knife, wouldn't you say?" She looks at Theren
Theren tilts his head. "Shield guardian. Easy enough to handle. Just need to destroy its amulet, then boom. Useless." Theren scoffs. "And I'm no peasant with a knife."
"Of course. You're a "ranger" she says with a patronizing tone, "Though I will tell you it's easier said than done to destroy the amulet"
Theren sighs. "Lady, a boring old guardian doesn't scare me. I've faced horrors beyond your comprehension. I've been killed and come back to life 4 times. I think a shield guardian is hardly a challenge."
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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"
"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
"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
"Ah, proving me correct." She says, snapping her fingers, "William, darling, I.lets introduce you to the locals" she says, smiling as a large Shield guardian steps out of the other side of the carriage, it's fists practically the size of the girl's torso, standing around 8ft tall as she speaks, "I believe he's more than enough to handle an overzealous peasant with a knife, wouldn't you say?" She looks at Theren
Theren tilts his head. "Shield guardian. Easy enough to handle. Just need to destroy its amulet, then boom. Useless." Theren scoffs. "And I'm no peasant with a knife."
"Of course. You're a "ranger" she says with a patronizing tone, "Though I will tell you it's easier said than done to destroy the amulet"
Theren sighs. "Lady, a boring old guardian doesn't scare me. I've faced horrors beyond your comprehension. I've been killed and come back to life 4 times. I think a shield guardian is hardly a challenge."
*Pretty sure it's been a lot more*
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"Theren Dotsk, ranger of the Dead Pines. Your a noble I take it?" he asks, crossing his arms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks up before grinning, "It works perfectly, your lense really did the trick!" He
"Yes, my father is lord of a large segment of land to the north" she says, her hands folded politely, "Of course I wouldn't expect the lowborns here to understand what that means."
Therens eye twitches. "Lowborns? I'd be careful with that word if i were you. Your not near your father and his protection here." he grumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She offers it some orange spice tea with milk.
*Gtg for now. Bye! See you later.*
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.
*see ya!*
It looks very confused. "How to drink?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kayla smiles at him. “I’m glad. How’s your leg doing?”
*Gtg for now. Bye! See you later.*
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.
the plague doctor walks up to them holding her own cup 'like this' she then demonstrates how to drink
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
*wait they dont have a mouth do they?*
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
There is a pale man in black, fancy clothes sitting in the tavern, staying away from the windows. His eyes look like the night sky, while his clothes have depictions of eyes, goblets, and waves on them wrought in silver. He seems uneasy as he creates a strange talisman.
"I need to get home..." he mutters.
*For anyone with the ability to detect this sort of thing, he is a vampire, and seems only semi-real.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The mushroom lifts the cup and drinks sorta correctly, some of the tea dripping down its chin. "Oh no..." it says sadly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*they do. its just small.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, proving me correct." She says, snapping her fingers, "William, darling, I.lets introduce you to the locals" she says, smiling as a large Shield guardian steps out of the other side of the carriage, it's fists practically the size of the girl's torso, standing around 8ft tall as she speaks, "I believe he's more than enough to handle an overzealous peasant with a knife, wouldn't you say?" She looks at Theren
"Well, they're legs that let me walk, so it's always an improvement." He says before hesitating, "There... was an incident though, a few days back"
*Bye! Stay safe :>*
Theren tilts his head. "Shield guardian. Easy enough to handle. Just need to destroy its amulet, then boom. Useless." Theren scoffs. "And I'm no peasant with a knife."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Miko grumbles and picks up their spilled produce
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Of course. You're a "ranger" she says with a patronizing tone, "Though I will tell you it's easier said than done to destroy the amulet"
the doctor hands them a handkercheif "its ok to make mistakes, im sure we can get you some more if you want it"
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
Theren sighs. "Lady, a boring old guardian doesn't scare me. I've faced horrors beyond your comprehension. I've been killed and come back to life 4 times. I think a shield guardian is hardly a challenge."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Pretty sure it's been a lot more*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented