She snatches them out of the air, counts them and goes into the back to grab what he ordered
When she comes out of the back room, he's inside and unloading massive packages of meat, which Rodd gratefully takes. The tavern seems designed to accommodate creatures of his size.
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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.
Rodd shrugs and Father Guanchali booms (he does not appear to have an indoor voice): "Don't worry about it! Size isn't everything! Have you seen the Victrillians? They could take down an empyrean, and yet I could fit one in my glove! They'd be mighty comfortable, too!"
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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.
Omori is in the tavern, catching her breath from sprinting there, visibly more comfortable, but still very much alert. The 'hair' make doubly sure of this, scanning her surroundings with its many eyes.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Father Guanchali is pulling the bodies of several adventurers across the ground on meat hooks and chains, singing as he does so.
The eyes on Omori's tendrils stare at the spire-shaped lump of meat in Guanchalli's wagon. Omori doesn't seem to notice.
Guanchali stops singing. "You seem interested in the flesh pile on my wagon! Would you be interested as to where I got it from?"
Omori turns to face him. "Sure. There's something about it that feels... familiar to me, and maybe knowing where it came from will help with that." Her tendrils fan out behind her, looking around.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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"Oh wow, hey mista! Want a drink?"
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Ah, sì, grazie! Blood wine and milk! And in trade, 50 pounds of Meat!" He tosses over about a dozen coppers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She snatches them out of the air, counts them and goes into the back to grab what he ordered
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
When she comes out of the back room, he's inside and unloading massive packages of meat, which Rodd gratefully takes. The tavern seems designed to accommodate creatures of his size.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I feel so small in here."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
I poke my head in through the door and stare at the massive package of meat, which Rodd is holding.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Rodd shrugs and Father Guanchali booms (he does not appear to have an indoor voice): "Don't worry about it! Size isn't everything! Have you seen the Victrillians? They could take down an empyrean, and yet I could fit one in my glove! They'd be mighty comfortable, too!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Guanchali turns. "Ah, Little One! Are you hungry! I have Plenty of food for you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I come through the door and stalk over to Rodd
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"I haven't seen a Victrillian, but that sounds funny."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
I shift into a Werewolf and order a piece of meat raw.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/105728448/03pDE3
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
The small giant seems completely unfazed. He walks out to his cart and brings back a large chunk of raw, bloody flesh.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"how much?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"I am a Priest! I need no money! Free of Charge!" The enormous Italian grins.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"thanks." I take the meat and cast Control Flames to cook the meat
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Omori is in the tavern, catching her breath from sprinting there, visibly more comfortable, but still very much alert. The 'hair' make doubly sure of this, scanning her surroundings with its many eyes.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Father Guanchali is pulling the bodies of several adventurers across the ground on meat hooks and chains, singing as he does so.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The eyes on Omori's tendrils stare at the spire-shaped lump of meat in Guanchalli's wagon. Omori doesn't seem to notice.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Guanchali stops singing. "You seem interested in the flesh pile on my wagon! Would you be interested as to where I got it from?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Omori turns to face him. "Sure. There's something about it that feels... familiar to me, and maybe knowing where it came from will help with that." Her tendrils fan out behind her, looking around.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)