I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A slightly chubby man with glasses is walking around the Main Decks, looking like a kid in a candy shop. He wears warm, expensive clothes that look like they haven't been cared for for the week that they've been owned. The guy is excited and joyful, asking questions about just about every piece of machinery on the deck. The effect would almost be cute if it weren't for his mechanical companion, a large automaton that looks... well, imagine a monster made of human body parts. Now imagine those parts were actually mechanical, but were made in the image of human remains. The hulking, colorless contraption is dressed up like an ancient noble, and it looks around with its humanoid eyes set into its two-faced mask, keeping all three peeled for danger.
History Check:
DC 20:
This is Edmund (no last name given), a crazed but brilliant inventor who was arrested some time ago for some unspecified crime. He was listed as highly dangerous, but there were no reports of him escaping.
DC 25:
This is Edmund Wariat, a crazed but brilliant inventor who was arrested some time ago for numerous unspecified crimes. He was listed as highly dangerous, but there were no reports of him escaping. He was found in a powerful gang's hideout, where he and his machines had killed everyone inside. His excuse was that"They broke my favorite toy." He refused to elaborate further.
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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.
Normiah sees the man, and his eyes widen a little at his companion.
The man notices and tries to calm himself down. "Do you like him? He's made without any magic. It was hard getting stone of the right quality for the casing, but we needed something sturdy to protect his insides from rust."
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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.
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*hiya*
*My character is the inkeeper, a tabaxi named Campbell*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
My character, basically This but with finer clothes, is a six inch tall pixie, who flies into their inn.
”hello! Is everything running smoothly here?”
A slim man with the attire of an airship captain and messy blonde hair walks up to the pixie, “Hello, nice day isn’t it?”
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
“Indeed it is! How might you be doing on this fine day?”
“Oh I’m doing fine.” He looks out the window, “Can I buy you an ale?”
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
“That would be great, thank you.”
He nods. After a while the tavern keeper slides over two mugs of ale.
“So, what’s your job here?” The man asks the pixie.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
“Usually I’m the prison warden and I’m in charge of all the security. But right now, I’m taking a break and guiding people to their rooms and stuff.”
“Sounds good, my job was piloting a ship until it was shot down, I’m lucky I wasn’t on it or I would’ve died too.” He sighs.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
“Why was it shot down?”
He shrugs and sips his ale.
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
“Alright then, what are you doing on the Zephyr? Sightseeing? Or do you work here too?”
“Looking for work, hopefully being a mechanic or pilot but I won’t deny any work. Why? looking for help?”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
To both of you: Normiah wakes up, even more sour then usual due to lack of sleep, and opens the door. "Whadd'ya want?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
In the morning, Normiah groggily gets out of bed, grabs his harpoons then slings them across his back, and heads onto the deck.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
A slightly chubby man with glasses is walking around the Main Decks, looking like a kid in a candy shop. He wears warm, expensive clothes that look like they haven't been cared for for the week that they've been owned. The guy is excited and joyful, asking questions about just about every piece of machinery on the deck. The effect would almost be cute if it weren't for his mechanical companion, a large automaton that looks... well, imagine a monster made of human body parts. Now imagine those parts were actually mechanical, but were made in the image of human remains. The hulking, colorless contraption is dressed up like an ancient noble, and it looks around with its humanoid eyes set into its two-faced mask, keeping all three peeled for danger.
History Check:
DC 20:
This is Edmund (no last name given), a crazed but brilliant inventor who was arrested some time ago for some unspecified crime. He was listed as highly dangerous, but there were no reports of him escaping.
DC 25:
This is Edmund Wariat, a crazed but brilliant inventor who was arrested some time ago for numerous unspecified crimes. He was listed as highly dangerous, but there were no reports of him escaping. He was found in a powerful gang's hideout, where he and his machines had killed everyone inside. His excuse was that"They broke my favorite toy." He refused to elaborate further.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Normiah sees the man, and his eyes widen a little at his companion.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The man notices and tries to calm himself down. "Do you like him? He's made without any magic. It was hard getting stone of the right quality for the casing, but we needed something sturdy to protect his insides from rust."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.