A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
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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.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
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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.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
The changeling continues to silently watch Theren
Theren finishes the drawing and closes the book.
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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.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Theren raises an eyebrow at them
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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.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
The changeling continues to silently watch Theren
Theren finishes the drawing and closes the book.
They walk over to Theren "What was that?"
"never met a changeling before."
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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.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Theren raises an eyebrow at them
The figure gives a salute as a fish falls out of their coat.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Theren raises an eyebrow at them
The figure gives a salute as a fish falls out of their coat.
Theren lets out a snort of laughter
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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.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Theren raises an eyebrow at them
The figure gives a salute as a fish falls out of their coat.
Theren lets out a snort of laughter
The figure bends down, picks up the live fish, and bites off its front half. Their sharp teeth flash briefly as they open their mouth. This creature, whatever it is, isn't human.
The figure then begins to clomp awkwardly towards Theren, water splashing out of their boots.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Theren raises an eyebrow at them
The figure gives a salute as a fish falls out of their coat.
Theren lets out a snort of laughter
The figure bends down, picks up the live fish, and bites off its front half. Their sharp teeth flash briefly as they open their mouth. This creature, whatever it is, isn't human.
The figure then begins to clomp awkwardly towards Theren, water splashing out of their boots.
Theren rolls his eyes and stands up.
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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.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
The changeling continues to silently watch Theren
Theren finishes the drawing and closes the book.
They walk over to Theren "What was that?"
"never met a changeling before."
"most of us take the form of other races"
"interesting."
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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.
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
They hold out their glove to shake. "Hello there, sir." Their voice is a reptilian growl. "I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. All my maps have gotten soaked, and are no longer readable."
A changeling walks into the tavern. They're about 6'1 with gold feline eyes. A mask covers the top of their face. They are wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and combat boots. daggers are strapped to their legs and a crossbow hangs from their back. Their eyes slowly scan over the patrons as they make their way to a table, silently assessing everyone in the tavern. Sitting down at a table, they take their crossbow off their back and set it next to them before ordering a drink.
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
The changeling continues to silently watch Theren
Theren finishes the drawing and closes the book.
They walk over to Theren "What was that?"
"never met a changeling before."
"most of us take the form of other races"
"interesting."
They grin before shifting to look like Theren
Theren tumbles out of his chair, clearly frightened.
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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.
They hold out their glove to shake. "Hello there, sir." Their voice is a reptilian growl. "I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. All my maps have gotten soaked, and are no longer readable."
"Welcome to the two story tavern."
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psychopath ^-^
Theren watches them from a few tables over, keeping his eyes narrowed
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The changeling pretends not to notice and sips their drink
psychopath ^-^
Theren taps a pencil on his table as he starts to draw the changeling.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The changeling continues to silently watch Theren
psychopath ^-^
Theren finishes the drawing and closes the book.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with an air of purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren raises an eyebrow at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They walk over to Theren "What was that?"
psychopath ^-^
"never met a changeling before."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The figure gives a salute as a fish falls out of their coat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren lets out a snort of laughter
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The figure bends down, picks up the live fish, and bites off its front half. Their sharp teeth flash briefly as they open their mouth. This creature, whatever it is, isn't human.
The figure then begins to clomp awkwardly towards Theren, water splashing out of their boots.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren rolls his eyes and stands up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"most of us take the form of other races"
psychopath ^-^
"interesting."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They grin before shifting to look like Theren
psychopath ^-^
They hold out their glove to shake. "Hello there, sir." Their voice is a reptilian growl. "I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. All my maps have gotten soaked, and are no longer readable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren tumbles out of his chair, clearly frightened.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Welcome to the two story tavern."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.