The tavern door opens silently as a female tiefling with skin the color of violets struts in. She wears a white blouse with silver buttons shaped like roses, a black bodice with delicate silver laces, a long black skirt with a repeating, diamond-like motif, iron heeled boots, and a satchel made of purple leather around her shoulder. She stands about 5'8 with long black hair, the color of raven's feathers, and ram-like horns that had silver caps on the ends. Around her neck is a black velvet choker with a black pearl dragonfly charm. Her tail flicks behind her, shaped like a ridged harpoon. She walks to a loft seat and sits by the window, humming happily as she pulls files and papers out of her bag, sorting them.
As she is sorting, an ethereal moth climbs her shoulder. Its wispy body looks incredibly fluffy despite it being ghostly. She smiles and sets it on the table. It helps her file papers, fluttering around her, holding pens for her.
The tavern door opens silently as a female tiefling with skin the color of violets struts in. She wears a white blouse with silver buttons shaped like roses, a black bodice with delicate silver laces, a long black skirt with a repeating, diamond-like motif, iron heeled boots, and a satchel made of purple leather around her shoulder. She stands about 5'8 with long black hair, the color of raven's feathers, and ram-like horns that had silver caps on the ends. Around her neck is a black velvet choker with a black pearl dragonfly charm. Her tail flicks behind her, shaped like a ridged harpoon. She walks to a loft seat and sits by the window, humming happily as she pulls files and papers out of her bag, sorting them.
As she is sorting, an ethereal moth climbs her shoulder. Its wispy body looks incredibly fluffy despite it being ghostly. She smiles and sets it on the table. It helps her file papers, fluttering around her, holding pens for her.
Sayeye go’s up to her and ask’s what’s she’s writing
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Father Guanchali is giving out meat to anybody who has the nerve to take it from him.
Egregore has set up a force of paladins to protect the carnival. They don't act very much like your typical paladin.
Plague Eater found some offal in a bucket behind a butcher's shop and is stuffing his face.
*Heads up, I don't have very long*
The King of Cutlery approaches the carnival and sees the paladins. “Is the public forbidden from the carnival?”
One of the paladins looks at him and snorts. " 'Course not. It's just that some unsavory elements have been attacking the carnival lately, so the boss wanted some protection for both the carnies and the guests."
Father Guanchali is giving out meat to anybody who has the nerve to take it from him.
Egregore has set up a force of paladins to protect the carnival. They don't act very much like your typical paladin.
Plague Eater found some offal in a bucket behind a butcher's shop and is stuffing his face.
*Heads up, I don't have very long*
The King of Cutlery approaches the carnival and sees the paladins. “Is the public forbidden from the carnival?”
One of the paladins looks at him and snorts. " 'Course not. It's just that some unsavory elements have been attacking the carnival lately, so the boss wanted some protection for both the carnies and the guests."
“Really? What sort of hooligans are attacking this amusement park?”
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic* *Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
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My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic* *Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
Not the cat
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic* *Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic* *Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
It’s as crazy
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic* *Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic* *Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
It’s as crazy
The cat stands up and leaps gently to the floor of the tavern despite being dead and rotting. It gives a soul-rending meow and trots off to explore.
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My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
The tavern door opens silently as a female tiefling with skin the color of violets struts in. She wears a white blouse with silver buttons shaped like roses, a black bodice with delicate silver laces, a long black skirt with a repeating, diamond-like motif, iron heeled boots, and a satchel made of purple leather around her shoulder. She stands about 5'8 with long black hair, the color of raven's feathers, and ram-like horns that had silver caps on the ends. Around her neck is a black velvet choker with a black pearl dragonfly charm. Her tail flicks behind her, shaped like a ridged harpoon. She walks to a loft seat and sits by the window, humming happily as she pulls files and papers out of her bag, sorting them.
As she is sorting, an ethereal moth climbs her shoulder. Its wispy body looks incredibly fluffy despite it being ghostly. She smiles and sets it on the table. It helps her file papers, fluttering around her, holding pens for her.
Sayeye go’s up to her and ask’s what’s she’s writing
"Hm?" She looks up "Oh, nothing much. I am trying to persuade the mayor of Carthis to build homes for the poor considering there is room by the docks. Instead of letting the rich build whatever they want, why not make housing for those who can't afford what the banks tells them to pay?"
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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
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*Im about to introduce her right now :D*
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
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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'
The tavern door opens silently as a female tiefling with skin the color of violets struts in. She wears a white blouse with silver buttons shaped like roses, a black bodice with delicate silver laces, a long black skirt with a repeating, diamond-like motif, iron heeled boots, and a satchel made of purple leather around her shoulder. She stands about 5'8 with long black hair, the color of raven's feathers, and ram-like horns that had silver caps on the ends. Around her neck is a black velvet choker with a black pearl dragonfly charm. Her tail flicks behind her, shaped like a ridged harpoon. She walks to a loft seat and sits by the window, humming happily as she pulls files and papers out of her bag, sorting them.
As she is sorting, an ethereal moth climbs her shoulder. Its wispy body looks incredibly fluffy despite it being ghostly. She smiles and sets it on the table. It helps her file papers, fluttering around her, holding pens for her.
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
Father Guanchali is giving out meat to anybody who has the nerve to take it from him.
Egregore has set up a force of paladins to protect the carnival. They don't act very much like your typical paladin.
Plague Eater found some offal in a bucket behind a butcher's shop and is stuffing his face.
*Heads up, I don't have very long*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sayeye go’s up to her and ask’s what’s she’s writing
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'
The King of Cutlery approaches the carnival and sees the paladins. “Is the public forbidden from the carnival?”
Flint is hanging out in an alleyway
'Hey Bartholomew, what ya got there?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
One of the paladins looks at him and snorts. " 'Course not. It's just that some unsavory elements have been attacking the carnival lately, so the boss wanted some protection for both the carnies and the guests."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He swallows. "Guts. All different sizes and colors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yum guts
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'
'Ya enjoying them? I mean, they're not my cup of tea, but still...'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Really? What sort of hooligans are attacking this amusement park?”
“ son then you have lived in the woods for 40 years you get used to guts” says sayeye
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'
'I guess so. Then again, I haven't exactly lived a conventional life and I can't say I'm used to eating guts'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A sun elf holding what appears to be the corpse of a tortoiseshell cat in one hand and a journal in the other bursts through the door. “Hi. I’m Thirteen. This… this isn’t the Tavern at the End of the World, is it?”
*Nothic*
*Also this is a new account because I got locked out of my old account, Gamer_Thirteen.*
My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
Not the cat
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'
'No, this is the Two Storey Tavern' Leo says. He is a man in his early 40s in old samurai armour
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
It’s as crazy
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'
The cat stands up and leaps gently to the floor of the tavern despite being dead and rotting. It gives a soul-rending meow and trots off to explore.
My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
"Hm?" She looks up "Oh, nothing much. I am trying to persuade the mayor of Carthis to build homes for the poor considering there is room by the docks. Instead of letting the rich build whatever they want, why not make housing for those who can't afford what the banks tells them to pay?"
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