A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
Caan glares at the elf for a moment.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
“A section of Underdark below the main guildhall. Quite vertical and deadly.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
“A section of Underdark below the main guildhall. Quite vertical and deadly.”
A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
“A section of Underdark below the main guildhall. Quite vertical and deadly.”
“I see, anyways, what is your name?”
“Bonumis Caan. Butler, killer, and surprisingly adept pianist.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
“A section of Underdark below the main guildhall. Quite vertical and deadly.”
“I see, anyways, what is your name?”
“Bonumis Caan. Butler, killer, and surprisingly adept pianist.”
“You sound lovely, I’ve wanted to learn the piano for years now.”
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
Caan snorts. “Pitiful.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A woman enters through the door, holding a briefcase in one hand. She wears brown boots and a blue dress with sunflower patterns, and has light curly blonde hair, fair skin, and a small nose, atop which sit circular green glasses. Her eyes are orange and warm like honey, and her fingernails are long and painted pink. she looks around for someone to talk to, but she doesn’t seem very confused or anything.
Bonumis Caan emerges from the shadows. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to the base of the Frosted Glass Guild.”
“Hello! I was hoping I was in the right place. Never really knew what this place looked like…”
“It can look different on Spirit Week. Last Spirit Week… let’s just say the blacklights were a big mistake. Those hook horrors were so happy, though…”
“You have hook horrors? …interesting. Anyways, I am Aunt Pleasant.” She extends a hand.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
“A section of Underdark below the main guildhall. Quite vertical and deadly.”
“I see, anyways, what is your name?”
“Bonumis Caan. Butler, killer, and surprisingly adept pianist.”
“You sound lovely, I’ve wanted to learn the piano for years now.”
“Well I had plenty of time to grow skilled.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Alex stumbles in looking like he just woke up "the voices won't shut up. hello I am Alex."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
“Good to make your acquaintance. The horrors are only found in the Forsaken Dungeon.” Bonumis shakes briefly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
Caan glares at the elf for a moment.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Forsaken dungeon? Tell me more about that, sounds terrifying!”
“A section of Underdark below the main guildhall. Quite vertical and deadly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I see, anyways, what is your name?”
“Bonumis Caan. Butler, killer, and surprisingly adept pianist.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"A p-pocket dimension? I must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“You sound lovely, I’ve wanted to learn the piano for years now.”
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
Caan snorts. “Pitiful.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well I had plenty of time to grow skilled.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*cut for Jobah*
”I see, how long have you been practicing?”
“Seventy years.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, you must be quite skilled then! I’d love to hear you play sometime.”
“Fridays the stage is usually open.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well then maybe I could perform as well, I’ve been practicing a guitar for a few years, and I believe I’m pretty good.”
Alex stumbles in looking like he just woke up "the voices won't shut up. hello I am Alex."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Hello. We’ve achieved a sudden influx. I hope you were rested to some degree.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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