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.
They laugh and return to their original form before offering him a hand up
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."
"Thank you." The false warden looks around. "Do you know anyone who might be willing to buy a ludicrous amount of fish?"
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.
They laugh and return to their original form before offering him a hand up
Theren backs up, muttering in elvish.
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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.
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.
They laugh and return to their original form before offering him a hand up
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.
They laugh and return to their original form before offering him a hand up
Theren backs up, muttering in elvish.
Echo sighs "Common please"
"D-dont come n-near me.."
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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."
"Thank you." The false warden looks around. "Do you know anyone who might be willing to buy a ludicrous amount of fish?"
"No one here."
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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.
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.
They laugh and return to their original form before offering him a hand up
Theren backs up, muttering in elvish.
Echo sighs "Common please"
"D-dont come n-near me.."
"I'm harmless" they give a menacing smile "mostly"
They laugh and return to their original form before offering him a hand up
psychopath ^-^
"Thank you." The false warden looks around. "Do you know anyone who might be willing to buy a ludicrous amount of fish?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren backs up, muttering in elvish.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo sighs "Common please"
psychopath ^-^
"D-dont come n-near me.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No one here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm harmless" they give a menacing smile "mostly"
psychopath ^-^
"P-please s-s-stay a-away from me..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They start slowly walking towards Theren
psychopath ^-^
Theren backs into a wall and is hyperventilating.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo walks up to him and lightly nudges him "Lighten up"
psychopath ^-^
"G-get back."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No"
psychopath ^-^
There is the sound of a sword being drawn and Echo finds the tip of a sword at his throat.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They don't bat an eye at being held at swordpoint "There's no need for that"
psychopath ^-^
"Back. Up."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They tilt their head "Or else what?"
psychopath ^-^
"or else you will be 6 feet under."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo's hand goes down to one of their daggers
psychopath ^-^
"I wouldn't do that if i were you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.