Edward is travelling through town, sight-seeing while drawing pictures of the cities around him.
He sees wonderful things, like the local police fending off the vile undead and a family enjoying a good book together in the swamp.
Edward smiles a depicts the battle as a historic thing and the family reading as a joyous occasion.
The undead whimper and beg in celestial as they are forced down into the sewers, and the family begins to run out of the swamp as several crocodiles emerge around from where they were reading.
Edward is travelling through town, sight-seeing while drawing pictures of the cities around him.
He sees wonderful things, like the local police fending off the vile undead and a family enjoying a good book together in the swamp.
Edward smiles a depicts the battle as a historic thing and the family reading as a joyous occasion.
The undead whimper and beg in celestial as they are forced down into the sewers, and the family begins to run out of the swamp as several crocodiles emerge around from where they were reading.
He tilts his head, still sketching out his previous ideas, before placing his sketchbook into his satchel.
Edward is travelling through town, sight-seeing while drawing pictures of the cities around him.
He sees wonderful things, like the local police fending off the vile undead and a family enjoying a good book together in the swamp.
Edward smiles a depicts the battle as a historic thing and the family reading as a joyous occasion.
The undead whimper and beg in celestial as they are forced down into the sewers, and the family begins to run out of the swamp as several crocodiles emerge around from where they were reading.
He tilts his head, still sketching out his previous ideas, before placing his sketchbook into his satchel.
It begins to drizzle. People start to crowd into any building they can, seemingly afraid of something.
Edward is travelling through town, sight-seeing while drawing pictures of the cities around him.
He sees wonderful things, like the local police fending off the vile undead and a family enjoying a good book together in the swamp.
Edward smiles a depicts the battle as a historic thing and the family reading as a joyous occasion.
The undead whimper and beg in celestial as they are forced down into the sewers, and the family begins to run out of the swamp as several crocodiles emerge around from where they were reading.
He tilts his head, still sketching out his previous ideas, before placing his sketchbook into his satchel.
It begins to drizzle. People start to crowd into any building they can, seemingly afraid of something.
Edward dips under the nearest awning and watches, lifting his goggles.
Edward is travelling through town, sight-seeing while drawing pictures of the cities around him.
He sees wonderful things, like the local police fending off the vile undead and a family enjoying a good book together in the swamp.
Edward smiles a depicts the battle as a historic thing and the family reading as a joyous occasion.
The undead whimper and beg in celestial as they are forced down into the sewers, and the family begins to run out of the swamp as several crocodiles emerge around from where they were reading.
He tilts his head, still sketching out his previous ideas, before placing his sketchbook into his satchel.
It begins to drizzle. People start to crowd into any building they can, seemingly afraid of something.
Edward dips under the nearest awning and watches, lifting his goggles.
After a while, something begins to wander the streets. He can hear its heavy footsteps from several streets away.
"I see. If i had to choose it would be the last one. What do you know about it?" Nemsy is still wary but trusts the person more.
"Look." He removes a glove, to the terror of the retainers. His clawed, gray hand is covered in symbols. "You don't get these without hard work. Given the breadth of the esoteric, I'll need a bit more of a specific prompting."
Nemsy looks impressed, “Do you have a patron?”
"Warlockery is... well, not my style. I can see the appeal, but I desired more freedom from that. I am merely a Thaumaturge."
*Custom class, learns from spell schools instead of spell lists. Has several spells you might not have heard of before, added to make the whole "you get these schools only" thing actually viable.*
“Kanks, mostly. Large lizards my tribe eats. But other things too.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
'Elves?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Sistru shakes her head. “Not my tribe. We never eat sentient creatures. And we get along well with the elves.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
'Good. Because Triley elf. You live Grease?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“We’re looking at the Grease as a homeland for my tribe.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
'Grot is nice. For Triley, anyway'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“That’s good! I’m glad you like it. Would you like to come with me to the Grease later? I could use a guide.”
*Gtg. Bye Dutch. See you in a few hours.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
Edward is travelling through town, sight-seeing while drawing pictures of the cities around him.
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 sees wonderful things, like the local police fending off the vile undead and a family enjoying a good book together in the swamp.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Edward smiles a depicts the battle as a historic thing and the family reading as a joyous occasion.
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
The undead whimper and beg in celestial as they are forced down into the sewers, and the family begins to run out of the swamp as several crocodiles emerge around from where they were reading.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tilts his head, still sketching out his previous ideas, before placing his sketchbook into his satchel.
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
It begins to drizzle. People start to crowd into any building they can, seemingly afraid of something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Edward dips under the nearest awning and watches, lifting his goggles.
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
After a while, something begins to wander the streets. He can hear its heavy footsteps from several streets away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Triley is scavenging in the Grot
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I see, remarkable!"
Nemsy looks on, "Hey, what're you doing"
'Looking stuff. What you doing?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.