[Okay, so the plan with the time periods is as follows Prehistoric (dinosaurs and cave men) Ice Age (Kills off dinosaurs and also acts as like a developmental period for bronze and iron), Classical (Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, Anglo-Saxons, Vikings, you name it, goes on FOREVER), Dark Ages (0-1000) Medieval (Dirt boiiiiiiis, 1000-1200), Renaissance (Stuff starts to get fancy, 1300-1600), Pirate and Cowboy Time (name in progress but this is like everything from 1600-1800) Pre-Modern (1800-1950) Modern (1950-Now)
*don’t know if it would fit entirely but I just had a fun idea for a name for pirate and cowboy time. Wha do pirates and cowboys have in common? That’s right, they’re criminals! So how about the age Of Thieves?*
Sae has had a new idea. Gesturing wildly at anyone who will look. He says something like: Tree blood is sticky but not strong enough. When we get tree blood, tree skin comes off. Tree skin is strong. It hold stuff. No more tree arm sharp sticks. We make even better sharp sticks. And new thing! Smash tool! *pretty much he’s just discovered twine*
Hirla watches them discover this from behind a nearby tree, and is absolutely ready to plagiarize. She watches to learn his process and what he’s talking about even more.
She sees him take a branch and flintstone, crudely scraping the bark off the branch
She finds a branch next to her and takes out a flintsone, copying him from behind the tree.
He seems to have done this before, taking a larger rock and using the twine to tie the now bare branch and larger rock together
She copies this, admiring his own handiwork.
He gets up, turning around to retrieve something
She watches him closely, but crouches down to better hide.
Sae has had a new idea. Gesturing wildly at anyone who will look. He says something like: Tree blood is sticky but not strong enough. When we get tree blood, tree skin comes off. Tree skin is strong. It hold stuff. No more tree arm sharp sticks. We make even better sharp sticks. And new thing! Smash tool! *pretty much he’s just discovered twine*
Hirla watches them discover this from behind a nearby tree, and is absolutely ready to plagiarize. She watches to learn his process and what he’s talking about even more.
She sees him take a branch and flintstone, crudely scraping the bark off the branch
She finds a branch next to her and takes out a flintsone, copying him from behind the tree.
He seems to have done this before, taking a larger rock and using the twine to tie the now bare branch and larger rock together
She copies this, admiring his own handiwork.
He gets up, turning around to retrieve something
She watches him closely, but crouches down to better hide.
He tries to pick up a large, flat stone. Most people would grunt in effort, but he can’t do that
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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!”
Sae has had a new idea. Gesturing wildly at anyone who will look. He says something like: Tree blood is sticky but not strong enough. When we get tree blood, tree skin comes off. Tree skin is strong. It hold stuff. No more tree arm sharp sticks. We make even better sharp sticks. And new thing! Smash tool! *pretty much he’s just discovered twine*
Hirla watches them discover this from behind a nearby tree, and is absolutely ready to plagiarize. She watches to learn his process and what he’s talking about even more.
She sees him take a branch and flintstone, crudely scraping the bark off the branch
She finds a branch next to her and takes out a flintsone, copying him from behind the tree.
He seems to have done this before, taking a larger rock and using the twine to tie the now bare branch and larger rock together
She copies this, admiring his own handiwork.
He gets up, turning around to retrieve something
She watches him closely, but crouches down to better hide.
He tries to pick up a large, flat stone. Most people would grunt in effort, but he can’t do that
Fearing it would make too much noise, she doesn’t copy but just watches what he does next.
Sae has had a new idea. Gesturing wildly at anyone who will look. He says something like: Tree blood is sticky but not strong enough. When we get tree blood, tree skin comes off. Tree skin is strong. It hold stuff. No more tree arm sharp sticks. We make even better sharp sticks. And new thing! Smash tool! *pretty much he’s just discovered twine*
Hirla watches them discover this from behind a nearby tree, and is absolutely ready to plagiarize. She watches to learn his process and what he’s talking about even more.
She sees him take a branch and flintstone, crudely scraping the bark off the branch
She finds a branch next to her and takes out a flintsone, copying him from behind the tree.
He seems to have done this before, taking a larger rock and using the twine to tie the now bare branch and larger rock together
She copies this, admiring his own handiwork.
He gets up, turning around to retrieve something
She watches him closely, but crouches down to better hide.
He tries to pick up a large, flat stone. Most people would grunt in effort, but he can’t do that
Fearing it would make too much noise, she doesn’t copy but just watches what he does next.
He can’t pick it up, so he sits down and starts to think
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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!”
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Icy blue eyes glance at her hiding spot, grunting a bit in annoyance at being watched as he continues towards his cave. The strange healed wound trailing around his side and partway up his back as well. He runs his fingers through his wild black hair drenched in sweat from the recent hunt and the heat.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Icy blue eyes glance at her hiding spot, grunting a bit in annoyance at being watched as he continues towards his cave. The strange healed wound trailing around his side and partway up his back as well. He runs his fingers through his wild black hair drenched in sweat from the recent hunt and the heat.
From the trees, she follows him slowly, picking up a stone along the way, just in case things get violent.
Ooga is lifting various rocks to train. He plans to show that he is the strongest and become one of the highest in his tribe. Also, he found a tiny dinosaur with even tinier wings and named it Bob, and is now keeping it as a pet.
*Would dragons in this era be historically accurate?*
Ooga is lifting various rocks to train. He plans to show that he is the strongest and become one of the highest in his tribe. Also, he found a tiny dinosaur with even tinier wings and named it Bob, and is now keeping it as a pet.
*Would dragons in this era be historically accurate?*
*no magic or magical creatures in general, so unfortunately no*
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Icy blue eyes glance at her hiding spot, grunting a bit in annoyance at being watched as he continues towards his cave. The strange healed wound trailing around his side and partway up his back as well. He runs his fingers through his wild black hair drenched in sweat from the recent hunt and the heat.
From the trees, she follows him slowly, picking up a stone along the way, just in case things get violent.
He reaches the outside of his cave, where there is a collection of sticks in a strange pile. He would start to skin and carve up the deer, separating the bones and antlers for later use and skewering the chunks of meat.
"Hm...see if light comes out today." He says as he grabs a few blacken looking stone. Survival Check: 20
*He is trying to make fire, incase anyone is wondering. It's not a consistent thing but ideally once he makes it enough times his stat block with improve to have better survival*
*Also sorry, therizinosaur*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Icy blue eyes glance at her hiding spot, grunting a bit in annoyance at being watched as he continues towards his cave. The strange healed wound trailing around his side and partway up his back as well. He runs his fingers through his wild black hair drenched in sweat from the recent hunt and the heat.
From the trees, she follows him slowly, picking up a stone along the way, just in case things get violent.
He reaches the outside of his cave, where there is a collection of sticks in a strange pile. He would start to skin and carve up the deer, separating the bones and antlers for later use and skewering the chunks of meat.
"Hm...see if light comes out today." He says as he grabs a few blacken looking stone. Survival Check: 6
*He is trying to make fire, incase anyone is wondering. It's not a consistent thing but ideally once he makes it enough times his stat block with improve to have better survival*
*Also sorry, therizinosaur*
Slowly, the woman approaches out of the woods, hiding the rock behind her.
Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Icy blue eyes glance at her hiding spot, grunting a bit in annoyance at being watched as he continues towards his cave. The strange healed wound trailing around his side and partway up his back as well. He runs his fingers through his wild black hair drenched in sweat from the recent hunt and the heat.
From the trees, she follows him slowly, picking up a stone along the way, just in case things get violent.
He reaches the outside of his cave, where there is a collection of sticks in a strange pile. He would start to skin and carve up the deer, separating the bones and antlers for later use and skewering the chunks of meat.
"Hm...see if light comes out today." He says as he grabs a few blacken looking stone. Survival Check: 6
*He is trying to make fire, incase anyone is wondering. It's not a consistent thing but ideally once he makes it enough times his stat block with improve to have better survival*
*Also sorry, therizinosaur*
A few sparks fly out, but it doesn't catch the wood on fire. "Hm, no light..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*don’t know if it would fit entirely but I just had a fun idea for a name for pirate and cowboy time. Wha do pirates and cowboys have in common? That’s right, they’re criminals! So how about the age Of Thieves?*
She watches him closely, but crouches down to better hide.
'Ya ok?'
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He tries to pick up a large, flat stone. Most people would grunt in effort, but he can’t do that
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!”
“I think it good, no more big cat!”
Fearing it would make too much noise, she doesn’t copy but just watches what he does next.
'Good good. Could make you one? This one mine'
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“I could try. Later. I go get wood for fire.”
'I get us food'
San goes to gather berries and roots, and half a rabbit carcass that was being eaten by a fox but he scared the fox away
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He can’t pick it up, so he sits down and starts to think
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!”
San returns from his hunt. He's not a good hunter, but he's gathered a decent amount
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Walk up a slight incline towards a cave that looks down at the valley field is a lone figure carrying a large and sharp wooden spear with a sharp rock tip and deer carcass over his shoulders. His body is tan and muscular, with several scars from pasts hunts and a strange healed wound that licks up his torso that isn't like that from an animal or weapon. He is wearing some makeshift pants made from deer hide.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Watching him from the tree line nearby is a muscular woman with messy brown hair, dark, devious green eyes, clothes made from a wildebeest’s hide, and fingers stained red and green from the juices of berries. If he looks her way, she quickly hides behind a tree to avoid being spotted, although she isn’t exactly the most skilled hider.
Icy blue eyes glance at her hiding spot, grunting a bit in annoyance at being watched as he continues towards his cave. The strange healed wound trailing around his side and partway up his back as well. He runs his fingers through his wild black hair drenched in sweat from the recent hunt and the heat.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
From the trees, she follows him slowly, picking up a stone along the way, just in case things get violent.
Ooga is lifting various rocks to train. He plans to show that he is the strongest and become one of the highest in his tribe. Also, he found a tiny dinosaur with even tinier wings and named it Bob, and is now keeping it as a pet.
*Would dragons in this era be historically accurate?*
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
*no magic or magical creatures in general, so unfortunately no*
He reaches the outside of his cave, where there is a collection of sticks in a strange pile. He would start to skin and carve up the deer, separating the bones and antlers for later use and skewering the chunks of meat.
"Hm...see if light comes out today." He says as he grabs a few blacken looking stone. Survival Check: 20
*He is trying to make fire, incase anyone is wondering. It's not a consistent thing but ideally once he makes it enough times his stat block with improve to have better survival*
*Also sorry, therizinosaur*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Slowly, the woman approaches out of the woods, hiding the rock behind her.
”You need help?”
A few sparks fly out, but it doesn't catch the wood on fire. "Hm, no light..."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills