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?"
“How can I help?” Sayeye smiles at her
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
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?"
“How can I help?” Sayeye smiles at her
"Not at the moment. Just filing and sorting papers. All the not fun stuff."
Thirteen sits down and begins unloading his haversack, its contents including a paper bag of cassava, a chuul’s head, a regal-looking orrery, an iridescent prism, a Nintendo 3DS, a VHS of the Hazbin Hotel pilot, and a sprig of rosemary. The corpse cat is rubbing against Thirteen’s leg.
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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)
Thirteen sits down and begins unloading his haversack, its contents including a paper bag of cassava, a chuul’s head, a regal-looking orrery, an iridescent prism, a Nintendo 3DS, a VHS of the Hazbin Hotel pilot, and a sprig of rosemary. The corpse cat is rubbing against Thirteen’s leg.
“Interesting an undead cat, what kind of magic are you using?”
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Thirteen sits down and begins unloading his haversack, its contents including a paper bag of cassava, a chuul’s head, a regal-looking orrery, an iridescent prism, a Nintendo 3DS, a VHS of the Hazbin Hotel pilot, and a sprig of rosemary. The corpse cat is rubbing against Thirteen’s leg.
“Interesting an undead cat, what kind of magic are you using?”
Thirteen looks up, as if startled to hear another voice. “Oh, Caramel? She’s my familiar, but got on the receiving end of a bodak’s wrath. I pride myself on my necrotic skill, and she’s doing quite well right now.” He gestures to Caramel.
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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)
Nehir is watching Tidus from atop one of the carnival’s stalls
(Nehir is a black cat with red eyes who can speak telepathically. He was inspired by tidus, who’s personality I love :3 )
Tidus watches them back, their three tails flicking back and forth.
Caramel realizes that there are other cats and trots off to see who they are.
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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)
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
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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)
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
And you will die here
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
And you will die here
“W-What?” Thirteen looks confused. “Based on actuarial data, I’ve statistically died 18 times and actually died twice. I think I’m good.”
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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)
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
And you will die here
“W-What?” Thirteen looks confused. “Based on actuarial data, I’ve statistically died 18 times and actually died twice. I think I’m good.”
“Oh a death cheater” laughs something “ you can’t live forever you know”
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
And you will die here
“W-What?” Thirteen looks confused. “Based on actuarial data, I’ve statistically died 18 times and actually died twice. I think I’m good.”
“Oh a death cheater” laughs something “ you can’t live forever you know”
“Ehh I think I can get in a few more thousand years before Nerephos takes me. Are you threatening me?”
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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)
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
And you will die here
“W-What?” Thirteen looks confused. “Based on actuarial data, I’ve statistically died 18 times and actually died twice. I think I’m good.”
“Oh a death cheater” laughs something “ you can’t live forever you know”
“Ehh I think I can get in a few more thousand years before Nerephos takes me. Are you threatening me?”
“Do you think I’m threatening you?” Giggles somewhat “ or are your threatening Your self?”
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
And you will die here
“W-What?” Thirteen looks confused. “Based on actuarial data, I’ve statistically died 18 times and actually died twice. I think I’m good.”
“Oh a death cheater” laughs something “ you can’t live forever you know”
“Ehh I think I can get in a few more thousand years before Nerephos takes me. Are you threatening me?”
“Do you think I’m threatening you?” Giggles somewhat “ or are your threatening Your self?”
“Who can say? Your riddling is not appreciated however. I’d prefer our exchanges to be more rational from here on out.” Thirteen puts the Hazbin Hotel VHS back in his haversack and jots something down in his notebook.
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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)
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Tidus lands on Egregore's shoulder "What's all this?" He meows.
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
“How can I help?” Sayeye smiles at her
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'
We are someone, something and somewhat alive
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'
"Not at the moment. Just filing and sorting papers. All the not fun stuff."
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
Thirteen sits down and begins unloading his haversack, its contents including a paper bag of cassava, a chuul’s head, a regal-looking orrery, an iridescent prism, a Nintendo 3DS, a VHS of the Hazbin Hotel pilot, and a sprig of rosemary. The corpse cat is rubbing against Thirteen’s leg.
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)
Nehir is watching Tidus from atop one of the carnival’s stalls
(Nehir is a black cat with red eyes who can speak telepathically. He was inspired by tidus, who’s personality I love :3 )
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The Wampahoofus has a fiddle case lain across his knee. He is unbuckling the buckles that keep it closed.
A goblin with a Viking helmet is holding a patchwork cloak and is stamping grapes into it.
An old woman with a strange smile is standing in the alley of the butcher’s shop. She holds a broom and a basket hangs from her arm.
“Interesting an undead cat, what kind of magic are you using?”
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'
Thirteen looks up, as if startled to hear another voice. “Oh, Caramel? She’s my familiar, but got on the receiving end of a bodak’s wrath. I pride myself on my necrotic skill, and she’s doing quite well right now.” He gestures to Caramel.
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)
Tidus watches them back, their three tails flicking back and forth.
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
Caramel realizes that there are other cats and trots off to see who they are.
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)
Nehir hops down from the stall and slowly walks towards Tidus. He doesn’t look like he is being aggressive.
*you can make an insight check if you would like to learn more about nehir :3 *
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Thirteen stands up. “Right, well, I seem to be excellent at ending up in roleplay-efficient taverns, so I guess I’ll stay here. Hopefully Poppy or Theren or Galax or any of them have also ended up here…” He takes out his journal and begins writing furiously in it.
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)
And you will die here
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'
“W-What?” Thirteen looks confused. “Based on actuarial data, I’ve statistically died 18 times and actually died twice. I think I’m good.”
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)
“Oh a death cheater” laughs something “ you can’t live forever you know”
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'
We are one, we are none, we are. Someone,something, and somewhat
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'
“Ehh I think I can get in a few more thousand years before Nerephos takes me. Are you threatening me?”
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)
“Do you think I’m threatening you?” Giggles somewhat “ or are your threatening Your self?”
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'
“Who can say? Your riddling is not appreciated however. I’d prefer our exchanges to be more rational from here on out.” Thirteen puts the Hazbin Hotel VHS back in his haversack and jots something down in his notebook.
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)