"I can agree to that. The sky was filled with light a couple hours ago."
"Indeed, but with Feywild weirdness, the timeline is even stranger."
"Is that why I saw a samurai and a spaceman drinking together earlier?"
They shrug. "Most taverns I go, weird people are there as well. Ever heard of the Tavern at the End of the World?"
"Hmm, I may have heard the name from a few passerbys."
"It was frequented by similarly strange people. I wonder how it is these days..." Yacatl ponders
"Well, every tavern has its customers." He says with a nod
"I guess some just cater to the strange. Wouldn't shock me if an ancient god of destiny or strange people dwelt underneath taverns, moving from place to place."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Give yourself more credit big guy" she says, nudging his shin, then gives a thumbs up, "Maybe some magic could help you"
"Most of my magic just helps me cook. I also have some protection magic, but that's for when I'm out gathering ingredients. I don't know any growth magic."
"I know a thing or two about magic, i could try and make ya something to grow you." She says with a smile, "Oh! Do you have water?"
"Oh, um, I've got one bottle. Is that good?"
She nods, making grabby hands
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can agree to that. The sky was filled with light a couple hours ago."
"Indeed, but with Feywild weirdness, the timeline is even stranger."
"Is that why I saw a samurai and a spaceman drinking together earlier?"
They shrug. "Most taverns I go, weird people are there as well. Ever heard of the Tavern at the End of the World?"
"Hmm, I may have heard the name from a few passerbys."
"It was frequented by similarly strange people. I wonder how it is these days..." Yacatl ponders
"Well, every tavern has its customers." He says with a nod
"I guess some just cater to the strange. Wouldn't shock me if an ancient god of destiny or strange people dwelt underneath taverns, moving from place to place."
"Give yourself more credit big guy" she says, nudging his shin, then gives a thumbs up, "Maybe some magic could help you"
"Most of my magic just helps me cook. I also have some protection magic, but that's for when I'm out gathering ingredients. I don't know any growth magic."
"I know a thing or two about magic, i could try and make ya something to grow you." She says with a smile, "Oh! Do you have water?"
"Oh, um, I've got one bottle. Is that good?"
She nods, making grabby hands
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
This immediately distracts her, the kobold clanking the ice around for a few moments before remembering why she has the thermos, opening it and sipping from it
"Give yourself more credit big guy" she says, nudging his shin, then gives a thumbs up, "Maybe some magic could help you"
"Most of my magic just helps me cook. I also have some protection magic, but that's for when I'm out gathering ingredients. I don't know any growth magic."
"I know a thing or two about magic, i could try and make ya something to grow you." She says with a smile, "Oh! Do you have water?"
"Oh, um, I've got one bottle. Is that good?"
She nods, making grabby hands
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
This immediately distracts her, the kobold clanking the ice around for a few moments before remembering why she has the thermos, opening it and sipping from it
It's less like water and more like a weak tea. Ever-so-slightly flavored with raspberries and mint.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Give yourself more credit big guy" she says, nudging his shin, then gives a thumbs up, "Maybe some magic could help you"
"Most of my magic just helps me cook. I also have some protection magic, but that's for when I'm out gathering ingredients. I don't know any growth magic."
"I know a thing or two about magic, i could try and make ya something to grow you." She says with a smile, "Oh! Do you have water?"
"Oh, um, I've got one bottle. Is that good?"
She nods, making grabby hands
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
This immediately distracts her, the kobold clanking the ice around for a few moments before remembering why she has the thermos, opening it and sipping from it
It's less like water and more like a weak tea. Ever-so-slightly flavored with raspberries and mint.
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
This immediately distracts her, the kobold clanking the ice around for a few moments before remembering why she has the thermos, opening it and sipping from it
It's less like water and more like a weak tea. Ever-so-slightly flavored with raspberries and mint.
"Oo, berry" she says, drinking some more
"Yeah, I make it myself. It's supposed to help rejuvenate you or something."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
This immediately distracts her, the kobold clanking the ice around for a few moments before remembering why she has the thermos, opening it and sipping from it
It's less like water and more like a weak tea. Ever-so-slightly flavored with raspberries and mint.
"Oo, berry" she says, drinking some more
"Yeah, I make it myself. It's supposed to help rejuvenate you or something."
"Thanks mister" she smiles, drinking more of the tea substance
The tavern doors swing inward as a figure steps in through the sudden glare of the sun. The air seems to ripple with ancient magic that clings to the wanderer's tattered cloak, carrying whispers of forgotten adventures and untold tales as the dust dances around them like a loyal companion.
A rusty sword hangs upon the hip of this wanderer, once a masterpiece, now held solely as a rusty testament to their past, a silent witness to countless stories, for the wanderer's mismatched eyes hold tales of power long discarded, temporarily or otherwise.
Walking to a nearby table they drop a small pouch upon it which creates a resounding thud, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, as they spin a purple-tinted disc upon their fingers.
And yet upon closer inspection, their form wavers, like a haze. An elusive illusion that is not so easily lifted or seen through, it's almost as if they're daring someone to try.
And so the wanderer takes a seat, eyes drifting closed, or perhaps they're trying to focus on the conversations around them.
*Hello. How are you?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*great, how are you doing?*
*hey, it’s people!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Is that why I saw a samurai and a spaceman drinking together earlier?"
They shrug. "Most taverns I go, weird people are there as well. Ever heard of the Tavern at the End of the World?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hmm, I may have heard the name from a few passerbys."
"It was frequented by similarly strange people. I wonder how it is these days..." Yacatl ponders
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well, every tavern has its customers." He says with a nod
"I guess some just cater to the strange. Wouldn't shock me if an ancient god of destiny or strange people dwelt underneath taverns, moving from place to place."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He hands her a large metal thermos. She can hear the ice clanking around inside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Would be interesting to discover."
This immediately distracts her, the kobold clanking the ice around for a few moments before remembering why she has the thermos, opening it and sipping from it
It's less like water and more like a weak tea. Ever-so-slightly flavored with raspberries and mint.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oo, berry" she says, drinking some more
*I kinda want to make a senile old wizard or a old dwarf for some reason.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yeah, I make it myself. It's supposed to help rejuvenate you or something."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thanks mister" she smiles, drinking more of the tea substance
*Bleah, I want to intro a character but I dunno how often I'll be on here so...*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*so true. Been thinking about doing the same at Lord’s Rest, but it moves so quick I worry I’ll miss something important and mess stuff up lol*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Aight here goes attempt at intro*
The tavern doors swing inward as a figure steps in through the sudden glare of the sun. The air seems to ripple with ancient magic that clings to the wanderer's tattered cloak, carrying whispers of forgotten adventures and untold tales as the dust dances around them like a loyal companion.
A rusty sword hangs upon the hip of this wanderer, once a masterpiece, now held solely as a rusty testament to their past, a silent witness to countless stories, for the wanderer's mismatched eyes hold tales of power long discarded, temporarily or otherwise.
Walking to a nearby table they drop a small pouch upon it which creates a resounding thud, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, as they spin a purple-tinted disc upon their fingers.
And yet upon closer inspection, their form wavers, like a haze. An elusive illusion that is not so easily lifted or seen through, it's almost as if they're daring someone to try.
And so the wanderer takes a seat, eyes drifting closed, or perhaps they're trying to focus on the conversations around them.
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?