Deep within the forest, music seems to float through the air. The sound of flutes, lutes, and drums waft through the air. A large bonfire in the shape of a burning man sits in the center of a ring of dancing figures. They appear to be different races mixed with wild beasts. They sing and dance manically while carrying wooden pitchforks, poking the fire with them. A table set with a feast of Stirge pie, Bat dumplings, a whole roasted Basilisk stuffed with apple stuffing. The wind seems to pick up and sky seems uncomfortably dark.
Deep within the forest, music seems to float through the air. The sound of flutes, lutes, and drums waft through the air. A large bonfire in the shape of a burning man sits in the center of a ring of dancing figures. They appear to be different races mixed with wild beasts. They sing and dance manically while carrying wooden pitchforks, poking the fire with them. A table set with a feast of Stirge pie, Bat dumplings, a whole roasted Basilisk stuffed with apple stuffing. The wind seems to pick up and sky seems uncomfortably dark.
*This is so cool, but I don't really have a character that would interact with it...*
Deep within the forest, music seems to float through the air. The sound of flutes, lutes, and drums waft through the air. A large bonfire in the shape of a burning man sits in the center of a ring of dancing figures. They appear to be different races mixed with wild beasts. They sing and dance manically while carrying wooden pitchforks, poking the fire with them. A table set with a feast of Stirge pie, Bat dumplings, a whole roasted Basilisk stuffed with apple stuffing. The wind seems to pick up and sky seems uncomfortably dark.
*This is so cool, but I don't really have a character that would interact with it...*
*Its okay if you don't, they're not even the main part >:]*
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
The dancing circle makes room for him without seeming to even look at him to see him coming over. She hands him a tiny wooden pitchfork, about as big as a fingerbone, painted black.
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
The dancing circle makes room for him without seeming to even look at him to see him coming over. She hands him a tiny wooden pitchfork, about as big as a fingerbone, painted black.
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
The dancing circle makes room for him without seeming to even look at him to see him coming over. She hands him a tiny wooden pitchfork, about as big as a fingerbone, painted black.
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
The dancing circle makes room for him without seeming to even look at him to see him coming over. She hands him a tiny wooden pitchfork, about as big as a fingerbone, painted black.
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow her.
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
The dancing circle makes room for him without seeming to even look at him to see him coming over. She hands him a tiny wooden pitchfork, about as big as a fingerbone, painted black.
He takes it, slightly confused.
*Make a WIS save for me.*
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He feel's a slight tingling in his palm as the little wooden pitchfork seems to make a outlined burned in his skin. The laughter around him, once joyous, now sounds malevolent. All eyes seem to be staring at him unnervingly.
He feel's a slight tingling in his palm as the little wooden pitchfork seems to make a outlined burned in his skin. The laughter around him, once joyous, now sounds malevolent. All eyes seem to be staring at him unnervingly.
His hand turns to smoke as he drops the pitchfork. The outline stays there, floating in the smog. He looks around, not exactly scared, but certainly distressed.
He feel's a slight tingling in his palm as the little wooden pitchfork seems to make a outlined burned in his skin. The laughter around him, once joyous, now sounds malevolent. All eyes seem to be staring at him unnervingly.
His hand turns to smoke as he drops the pitchfork. The outline stays there, floating in the smog. He looks around, not exactly scared, but certainly distressed.
He feel's a slight tingling in his palm as the little wooden pitchfork seems to make a outlined burned in his skin. The laughter around him, once joyous, now sounds malevolent. All eyes seem to be staring at him unnervingly.
His hand turns to smoke as he drops the pitchfork. The outline stays there, floating in the smog. He looks around, not exactly scared, but certainly distressed.
*Now, to bring forth Donn Adhfhuafaireacht*
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
*Yeahhhhh, love this thing*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Deep within the forest, music seems to float through the air. The sound of flutes, lutes, and drums waft through the air. A large bonfire in the shape of a burning man sits in the center of a ring of dancing figures. They appear to be different races mixed with wild beasts. They sing and dance manically while carrying wooden pitchforks, poking the fire with them. A table set with a feast of Stirge pie, Bat dumplings, a whole roasted Basilisk stuffed with apple stuffing. The wind seems to pick up and sky seems uncomfortably dark.
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
*This is so cool, but I don't really have a character that would interact with it...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Its okay if you don't, they're not even the main part >:]*
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
*Wait a second, I do have someone...*
A man with golden eyes and a black-and-gold ringmaster outfit is watching the celebration from the edge of the clearing, enjoying himself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A halfling woman, who appears to be covered in black scales, has a dog-like tail, and a pair of blue butterfly wings jutting from her shoulder blades, walks over to him. She extends her hand, gesturing for him to follow 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
(good morning. I am in pain :D)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He gets up and follows eagerly, happy to be included in something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The dancing circle makes room for him without seeming to even look at him to see him coming over. She hands him a tiny wooden pitchfork, about as big as a fingerbone, painted black.
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
He takes it, slightly confused.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Make a WIS save for me.*
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
10
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He feel's a slight tingling in his palm as the little wooden pitchfork seems to make a outlined burned in his skin. The laughter around him, once joyous, now sounds malevolent. All eyes seem to be staring at him unnervingly.
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
*hehe*
psychopath ^-^
*Mornin’ Moon! What happened?*
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
His hand turns to smoke as he drops the pitchfork. The outline stays there, floating in the smog. He looks around, not exactly scared, but certainly distressed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Make a Perception check for me.*
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
25
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I had to drive, sorry I left so soon after saying hi but I'm back :D*
Vega is walking towards the forest bonfire,
The blindfolded shrinekeeper is wandering the streets
Pax is sitting in a tree, crossbow readied