Running into the circus is a small canine creature- it seems to be some sort of dingo, but smaller and more typically cute features. Strangely, it has four heads, all of which constantly barking and making a sort of yodeling sound. It wears a little striped outfit and sitting on top of one of the heads is a tiny person, just 7/8 inches tall, with dark skin tinted blue in some places like the tip of the nose and the fingertips, wearing a black suit and tie, with white fingerless gloves. His hair is green and wavy but neat, and he’s holding onto the dog’s collar as it speeds ahead. The dog is fast, faster than any dog usually is. It actually seems to blur out in some places and reappear in others randomly, darting ahead.
the tiny Quickling yells, “Anyone know who’s in charge here?!?” As he rushes into the circus, weaving past guests and performers.
Fedwig is scampering around without flint anywhere in sight
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Aang is walking around, checking out what everyone else has to offer. Still wearing well made magician’s outfit and top hat, a deck of cards visible in a pouch to his side.
Aang is walking around, checking out what everyone else has to offer. Still wearing well made magician’s outfit and top hat, a deck of cards visible in a pouch to his side.
he sees a tent whose fabric has been stitched into spiral patterns. a faint tinkling resonates from within
Aang is walking around, checking out what everyone else has to offer. Still wearing well made magician’s outfit and top hat, a deck of cards visible in a pouch to his side.
he sees a tent whose fabric has been stitched into spiral patterns. a faint tinkling resonates from within
A small goblin child, seemingly the equivalent of a 12-year-old, walks in to the circus, eyes opened as wide as dinner plates, marveling at the splendor and magic that they see around them.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
A small goblin child, seemingly the equivalent of a 12-year-old, walks in to the circus, eyes opened as wide as dinner plates, marveling at the splendor and magic that they see around them.
The see Aang, his hands moving quickly as he practices card tricks outside of his tent. He smiles when he sees the child and waves, the cards floating into a perfect stack.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Fedwig is scampering around without flint anywhere in sight
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Fedwig is scampering around without flint anywhere in sight
Aang see the rodent and walks over, being careful not to step on it.
He seems to be running up to peoples feet and nibbling their toes, before moving on to someone else
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Fedwig is scampering around without flint anywhere in sight
Aang see the rodent and walks over, being careful not to step on it.
He seems to be running up to peoples feet and nibbling their toes, before moving on to someone else
He picks them up and looks them in the eyes "Don't do that to customers."
For a metal rat, his eyes have a surprising amount of intelligence behind them. He makes some chitterling noises
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Rocky.*
*hmm… maybe. Anything else?*
*Clifford.*
*buddy*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Running into the circus is a small canine creature- it seems to be some sort of dingo, but smaller and more typically cute features. Strangely, it has four heads, all of which constantly barking and making a sort of yodeling sound. It wears a little striped outfit and sitting on top of one of the heads is a tiny person, just 7/8 inches tall, with dark skin tinted blue in some places like the tip of the nose and the fingertips, wearing a black suit and tie, with white fingerless gloves. His hair is green and wavy but neat, and he’s holding onto the dog’s collar as it speeds ahead. The dog is fast, faster than any dog usually is. It actually seems to blur out in some places and reappear in others randomly, darting ahead.
the tiny Quickling yells, “Anyone know who’s in charge here?!?” As he rushes into the circus, weaving past guests and performers.
(picture of the dog)
Da Barkershop Quartet
The Cervan and the Grung are still talking to each other, in Common now, at the same place they were last time.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Fedwig is scampering around without flint anywhere in sight
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*then I'll make one!*
orestes, the philosopher-seer, is within his tent, readying it for the next show
he's an existing member of the circus, around 150 years old, and a hill dwarf
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*rex or fido*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Aang is walking around, checking out what everyone else has to offer. Still wearing well made magician’s outfit and top hat, a deck of cards visible in a pouch to his side.
he sees a tent whose fabric has been stitched into spiral patterns. a faint tinkling resonates from within
*gtg soon*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
He adjusts his hair and walks inside.
*whimsy and wonder shall delight the masses!*
A small goblin child, seemingly the equivalent of a 12-year-old, walks in to the circus, eyes opened as wide as dinner plates, marveling at the splendor and magic that they see around them.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
The see Aang, his hands moving quickly as he practices card tricks outside of his tent. He smiles when he sees the child and waves, the cards floating into a perfect stack.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Aang see the rodent and walks over, being careful not to step on it.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He seems to be running up to peoples feet and nibbling their toes, before moving on to someone else
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He picks them up and looks them in the eyes "Don't do that to customers."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
For a metal rat, his eyes have a surprising amount of intelligence behind them. He makes some chitterling noises
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I don't have speak with animals prepared. I'm going to put you down now." He puts them down and squats.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo