Kayla waves back and comes over to her. “Hi! I’m Kayla. I love your owlbear.”
"thanks! im flutter, and yeah, bonsis a sweetheart. never even nips when you take her stuff like dogs do. you see some nobles put a buncha fancy runes on her to make like, the calmest puppy in the world then abandoned her, sooo me an the doc picked her up and made her our own...say...wanna pet her?"
*any nobles who are intrested can make a perception check*
“I’d love to!” Kayla happily pets her. “She feels so soft…”
*Kayla’s not a noble, but my other character Angelique is in the tavern hanging out and she does come from a noble background. Can she make a Perception check?*
* sure but you wont be able to get everything even with a nat 20 since it is partially a current news thing* the owlbear cub chitters happily and leans into the touch
"I know, right? doc has this special comb for feathers designed by arococra. it makes her the softest thing I ever touched!" flutter says excitedly
Kayla smiles contentedly and pets the cub. “She feels amazing. Who’s Doc?”
*Angelique glances over at Flutter.*
*Perception 6*
*Angelique is a bard, so she follows current news pretty closely.*
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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.
Kayla waves back and comes over to her. “Hi! I’m Kayla. I love your owlbear.”
"thanks! im flutter, and yeah, bonsis a sweetheart. never even nips when you take her stuff like dogs do. you see some nobles put a buncha fancy runes on her to make like, the calmest puppy in the world then abandoned her, sooo me an the doc picked her up and made her our own...say...wanna pet her?"
*any nobles who are intrested can make a perception check*
“I’d love to!” Kayla happily pets her. “She feels so soft…”
*Kayla’s not a noble, but my other character Angelique is in the tavern hanging out and she does come from a noble background. Can she make a Perception check?*
* sure but you wont be able to get everything even with a nat 20 since it is partially a current news thing* the owlbear cub chitters happily and leans into the touch
"I know, right? doc has this special comb for feathers designed by arococra. it makes her the softest thing I ever touched!" flutter says excitedly
Kayla smiles contentedly and pets the cub. “She feels amazing. Who’s Doc?”
*Angelique glances over at Flutter.*
*Perception 7*
*Angelique is a bard, so she follows current news pretty closely.*
"OH RIGHT! um, the docs a plauge doctor, her names ember, shes my best friend, plus I live in one of her spare rooms,met her last week actually, she was curing the guy who owned bonsi and she was being mega neglected! sooo ember hired me to help them steal her, and make her vest, so on so forth, she kept just hiring me for more stuff to keep me around, then just offered me a room for free, and here I am" *OOP! forgot to mention, embers been gone for two weeks*
angelique remembers hearing decriptions of how a certain noble house has pet owlbears, shes also heard its quite terrifying how they alter an animal so much. but she has no idea what kind of alterations are made *Ill be on and off for a few hours*
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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.
*While reading this, I would suggest listening to Rasputin by Boney M. I listened to it while writing this and nothing has ever worked that well.*
The winds seemed to pick up slightly as the smell of the briny sea seemed to wrap around the woods and inside the tavern. A man, dressed in mariners finery, opened the door with a steel gauntleted hand. He stood about 6'2 with an imposing form, back straight. His hair was short and stark white, his well groomed mustache was the same color. His eyes were icy blue with little flecks of gold towards the center. He wore a simple white shirt, a set of silver colored studded leather armor that seemed to shine almost like steel, a pair of brown breeches, a white coat with silver edging over his shoulders, and a gold and blue colored multi-pack belt around his waist. Pins decorated his coat, some in different languages while some in common. The name, Captain Aionus Galewind, was stitched on to the front like a name tag. On his shoulder sat a monkey dressed in a little shirt, a blue vest, and black shorts. It carried a spyglass in one hand while using the other to cling to the shoulder of Aionus.
Aionus and his monkey friend walked up to the bar and sat down, placing down a few pieces of gold. "Whiskey on the rocks and a bowl of fresh fruit." he asked, his voice rough and scratchy. The monkey made a few pleased noises and sat on a bar stool besides him.
Kayla waves back and comes over to her. “Hi! I’m Kayla. I love your owlbear.”
"thanks! im flutter, and yeah, bonsis a sweetheart. never even nips when you take her stuff like dogs do. you see some nobles put a buncha fancy runes on her to make like, the calmest puppy in the world then abandoned her, sooo me an the doc picked her up and made her our own...say...wanna pet her?"
*any nobles who are intrested can make a perception check*
“I’d love to!” Kayla happily pets her. “She feels so soft…”
*Kayla’s not a noble, but my other character Angelique is in the tavern hanging out and she does come from a noble background. Can she make a Perception check?*
* sure but you wont be able to get everything even with a nat 20 since it is partially a current news thing* the owlbear cub chitters happily and leans into the touch
"I know, right? doc has this special comb for feathers designed by arococra. it makes her the softest thing I ever touched!" flutter says excitedly
Kayla smiles contentedly and pets the cub. “She feels amazing. Who’s Doc?”
*Angelique glances over at Flutter.*
*Perception 7*
*Angelique is a bard, so she follows current news pretty closely.*
"OH RIGHT! um, the docs a plauge doctor, her names ember, shes my best friend, plus I live in one of her spare rooms,met her last week actually, she was curing the guy who owned bonsi and she was being mega neglected! sooo ember hired me to help them steal her, and make her vest, so on so forth, she kept just hiring me for more stuff to keep me around, then just offered me a room for free, and here I am" *OOP! forgot to mention, embers been gone for two weeks*
angelique remembers hearing decriptions of how a certain noble house has pet owlbears, shes also heard its quite terrifying how they alter an animal so much. but she has no idea what kind of alterations are made *Ill be on and off for a few hours*
“Right! I met Ember. She was nice. I wondered what happened to her.”
An ornate door with black wood and gold decorations sits, affixed to a wall outside. There is no shop attached to it, and theoretically, it shouldn't lead anywhere, but carnival music can be heard from the other side.
An ornate door with black wood and gold decorations sits, affixed to a wall outside. There is no shop attached to it, and theoretically, it shouldn't lead anywhere, but carnival music can be heard from the other side.
Tidus blinks their eyes and walks over to the door, tapping their paw against the door. "hello?"
An ornate door with black wood and gold decorations sits, affixed to a wall outside. There is no shop attached to it, and theoretically, it shouldn't lead anywhere, but carnival music can be heard from the other side.
Tidus blinks their eyes and walks over to the door, tapping their paw against the door. "hello?"
The Black Door opens immediately. Behind it is a completely different plane, one where it is pitch black except for the dim carnival lights illuminating what appears to be a city.
The door opens into the street. More of that pulsating flesh from the farmhouse is emerging from the storm drains. It the air is warm and comforting, the sky above the street carnival filled with black smoke and gilded embers.
An ornate door with black wood and gold decorations sits, affixed to a wall outside. There is no shop attached to it, and theoretically, it shouldn't lead anywhere, but carnival music can be heard from the other side.
Tidus blinks their eyes and walks over to the door, tapping their paw against the door. "hello?"
The Black Door opens immediately. Behind it is a completely different plane, one where it is pitch black except for the dim carnival lights illuminating what appears to be a city.
The door opens into the street. More of that pulsating flesh from the farmhouse is emerging from the storm drains. It the air is warm and comforting, the sky above the street carnival filled with black smoke and gilded embers.
Tidus twitches his whiskers, peering into the door. "Oh dear..."
An ornate door with black wood and gold decorations sits, affixed to a wall outside. There is no shop attached to it, and theoretically, it shouldn't lead anywhere, but carnival music can be heard from the other side.
Tidus blinks their eyes and walks over to the door, tapping their paw against the door. "hello?"
The Black Door opens immediately. Behind it is a completely different plane, one where it is pitch black except for the dim carnival lights illuminating what appears to be a city.
The door opens into the street. More of that pulsating flesh from the farmhouse is emerging from the storm drains. It the air is warm and comforting, the sky above the street carnival filled with black smoke and gilded embers.
Tidus twitches his whiskers, peering into the door. "Oh dear..."
Some of the smoke starts to filter down in a supernatural, swirling downdraft. It begins to form into a vaguely humanoid shape about the size of a hill giant. A tophatted deer-like skull pushes out from the fog as the embers coalesce into golden eyes. The smoke turns into black and gold clothing as a cane made of the same wood as the door appears in the creature's hand. Tidus can instantly tell that this is the same monster that was in the farmhouse.
Kayla smiles contentedly and pets the cub. “She feels amazing. Who’s Doc?”
*Angelique glances over at Flutter.*
*Perception 6*
*Angelique is a bard, so she follows current news pretty closely.*
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.
"OH RIGHT! um, the docs a plauge doctor, her names ember, shes my best friend, plus I live in one of her spare rooms,met her last week actually, she was curing the guy who owned bonsi and she was being mega neglected! sooo ember hired me to help them steal her, and make her vest, so on so forth, she kept just hiring me for more stuff to keep me around, then just offered me a room for free, and here I am"
*OOP! forgot to mention, embers been gone for two weeks*
angelique remembers hearing decriptions of how a certain noble house has pet owlbears, shes also heard its quite terrifying how they alter an animal so much. but she has no idea what kind of alterations are made
*Ill be on and off for a few hours*
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!
*While reading this, I would suggest listening to Rasputin by Boney M. I listened to it while writing this and nothing has ever worked that well.*
The winds seemed to pick up slightly as the smell of the briny sea seemed to wrap around the woods and inside the tavern. A man, dressed in mariners finery, opened the door with a steel gauntleted hand. He stood about 6'2 with an imposing form, back straight. His hair was short and stark white, his well groomed mustache was the same color. His eyes were icy blue with little flecks of gold towards the center. He wore a simple white shirt, a set of silver colored studded leather armor that seemed to shine almost like steel, a pair of brown breeches, a white coat with silver edging over his shoulders, and a gold and blue colored multi-pack belt around his waist. Pins decorated his coat, some in different languages while some in common. The name, Captain Aionus Galewind, was stitched on to the front like a name tag. On his shoulder sat a monkey dressed in a little shirt, a blue vest, and black shorts. It carried a spyglass in one hand while using the other to cling to the shoulder of Aionus.
Aionus and his monkey friend walked up to the bar and sat down, placing down a few pieces of gold. "Whiskey on the rocks and a bowl of fresh fruit." he asked, his voice rough and scratchy. The monkey made a few pleased noises and sat on a bar stool besides him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Right! I met Ember. She was nice. I wondered what happened to her.”
*Angelique files this info away for future use.*
*Yeah me too*
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.
An ornate door with black wood and gold decorations sits, affixed to a wall outside. There is no shop attached to it, and theoretically, it shouldn't lead anywhere, but carnival music can be heard from the other side.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tidus blinks their eyes and walks over to the door, tapping their paw against the door. "hello?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The Black Door opens immediately. Behind it is a completely different plane, one where it is pitch black except for the dim carnival lights illuminating what appears to be a city.
The door opens into the street. More of that pulsating flesh from the farmhouse is emerging from the storm drains. It the air is warm and comforting, the sky above the street carnival filled with black smoke and gilded embers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tidus twitches his whiskers, peering into the door. "Oh dear..."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Some of the smoke starts to filter down in a supernatural, swirling downdraft. It begins to form into a vaguely humanoid shape about the size of a hill giant. A tophatted deer-like skull pushes out from the fog as the embers coalesce into golden eyes. The smoke turns into black and gold clothing as a cane made of the same wood as the door appears in the creature's hand. Tidus can instantly tell that this is the same monster that was in the farmhouse.
"Ah, you're back!" Comes its deep, booming voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*good morning! I am gonna cause problems today :>*
(what kind of problems)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Yay! I'll get my problem-solving cap on!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*the kind involving zombies :3*
*if that's what you call a shotgun, I reccomend it lol*
(sounds fun. let me know when that's happening)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(i'm going to go cause problems in another thread now)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*oh, so i shouldnt have any problems lol*
*RED ALERT, IM CAUSING ISSUES. THERE WILL LIKELY BE COMBAT, AVOID IF YOURE LEVEL 1*
Zombies flood out of the forest, swarming into town with a few ghouls and even a ghast in the group
A helicopter flies by overhead
*Go with a zeppelin; more steampunk*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels