"Everyone in this whole damn town! They even had my folks sit on the back of the train to 'not offend the locals.' Paid for 21 passenger tickets and ended up with 20 cargo hold tickets and one for a passenger. This entire place... it tastes like rot..."
'That surface people. They bad, you right. Not mix with much'
"You're no better. You chose your place and you still complain about how no one treats you right. No one else here had the privilege of choosing who they were going to be, and you still act like you're being mistreated because of the natural consequences of your actions. Wake up, kid. You'll never be a king. You'll die young and alone if you continue on this path. I've seen too many like you already."
"I am a harvester, not a cook!" the demon laughs. "I can get the good stuff, but I can't for the life of me prepare it properly!"
Storyn takes his hand.
Before he could respond, the gnome runs over, holding a crystallized stone. “I FOUND IT! I FOUND ADAMANTINE!”
Sylvan leads her out of the Grot and to the Gay Turnip.
The feast suddenly becomes visible to the gnome. "Isn't it a good time to celebrate, then?"
Waldorf smiles at the two. "What can I get you for?"
“The (GP)? I thought you said this swamp wasn’t CURSED! AND I FIND YOU TALKING TO A DAEMON?!?!” The Tiefling tries to calm the gnome down, losing all interest in the earlier conversation.
Sylvan sits Storyn down in a seat by the bar. “We’ll simply have some water. Just to be safe.”
The feast suddenly becomes visible to the gnome. "Isn't it a good time to celebrate, then?"
Waldorf smiles at the two. "What can I get you for?"
“The (GP)? I thought you said this swamp wasn’t CURSED! AND I FIND YOU TALKING TO A DAEMON?!?!” The Tiefling tries to calm the gnome down, losing all interest in the earlier conversation.
Sylvan sits Storyn down in a seat by the bar. “We’ll simply have some water. Just to be safe.”
The demon turns back to its other guests and continues chatting.
He nods and serves the two glasses of water. Storyn takes it gratefully. "T-thank you..."
The feast suddenly becomes visible to the gnome. "Isn't it a good time to celebrate, then?"
Waldorf smiles at the two. "What can I get you for?"
“The (GP)? I thought you said this swamp wasn’t CURSED! AND I FIND YOU TALKING TO A DAEMON?!?!” The Tiefling tries to calm the gnome down, losing all interest in the earlier conversation.
Sylvan sits Storyn down in a seat by the bar. “We’ll simply have some water. Just to be safe.”
The demon turns back to its other guests and continues chatting.
He nods and serves the two glasses of water. Storyn takes it gratefully. "T-thank you..."
The argument escalates, leading to the gnome drawing a blood colored axe from now where and trying to hit the Tiefling, whom dodges the blows and starts playing a tune to try and calm him down.
“There is no need. You were in pain, and I wanted to help. Do you need a place to stay?” He takes a sip of his water.
A older man in his mid fifties is drinking heavily from an oversized tankard of ale, mumbling to himself.
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"You're just like the rest of them." He grumbles. "Too caught up in your own little world to think about others." He begins to walk off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Rest of who?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Everyone in this whole damn town! They even had my folks sit on the back of the train to 'not offend the locals.' Paid for 21 passenger tickets and ended up with 20 cargo hold tickets and one for a passenger. This entire place... it tastes like rot..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'That surface people. They bad, you right. Not mix with much'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The feast suddenly becomes visible to the gnome. "Isn't it a good time to celebrate, then?"
Waldorf smiles at the two. "What can I get you for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're no better. You chose your place and you still complain about how no one treats you right. No one else here had the privilege of choosing who they were going to be, and you still act like you're being mistreated because of the natural consequences of your actions. Wake up, kid. You'll never be a king. You'll die young and alone if you continue on this path. I've seen too many like you already."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'So what Triley meant do?
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“The (GP)? I thought you said this swamp wasn’t CURSED! AND I FIND YOU TALKING TO A DAEMON?!?!” The Tiefling tries to calm the gnome down, losing all interest in the earlier conversation.
Sylvan sits Storyn down in a seat by the bar. “We’ll simply have some water. Just to be safe.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Something better. This town is rotting, and so is everyone in it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Go find some other city, live under?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The demon turns back to its other guests and continues chatting.
He nods and serves the two glasses of water. Storyn takes it gratefully. "T-thank you..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Anything. Just don't live here. Get out however you can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'By train?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Triley is relaxing in a pile of rags in the Grot
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The argument escalates, leading to the gnome drawing a blood colored axe from now where and trying to hit the Tiefling, whom dodges the blows and starts playing a tune to try and calm him down.
“There is no need. You were in pain, and I wanted to help. Do you need a place to stay?” He takes a sip of his water.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Triley is lurking about near the tavern
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*anyone wanna reboot?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A older man in his mid fifties is drinking heavily from an oversized tankard of ale, mumbling to himself.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
'Nice drink you got'
Triley scuttles up to the bar
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.