A short elf sits at a table, papers scattered around them. They had listened to the announcement then turned back to their work. They sport a wolf cut with blue tips and lavender eyes. They are dressed in a very steampunk style, with leather leggings and a white blouse accompanied by gear jewelry. There are a couple trinkets and nonsense scattered around the elf as well, papers with scribbled notes on lore covering the table.
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
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A short elf sits at a table, papers scattered around them. They had listened to the announcement then turned back to their work. They sport a wolf cut with blue tips and lavender eyes. They are dressed in a very steampunk style, with leather leggings and a white blouse accompanied by gear jewelry. There are a couple trinkets and nonsense scattered around the elf as well, papers with scribbled notes on lore covering the table.
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
The elf scribbles something down, but just their pen breaks and ink comes gushing out in an explosion. The elf, expecting it, dodges the ink and accidentally sends it flying at the golem creature.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
A short elf sits at a table, papers scattered around them. They had listened to the announcement then turned back to their work. They sport a wolf cut with blue tips and lavender eyes. They are dressed in a very steampunk style, with leather leggings and a white blouse accompanied by gear jewelry. There are a couple trinkets and nonsense scattered around the elf as well, papers with scribbled notes on lore covering the table.
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
The elf scribbles something down, but just their pen breaks and ink comes gushing out in an explosion. The elf, expecting it, dodges the ink and accidentally sends it flying at the golem creature.
The Golem's entire front robe is covered in the ink, though with a quick wave of their hand the Robe returns to its Crimson color.
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
A short elf sits at a table, papers scattered around them. They had listened to the announcement then turned back to their work. They sport a wolf cut with blue tips and lavender eyes. They are dressed in a very steampunk style, with leather leggings and a white blouse accompanied by gear jewelry. There are a couple trinkets and nonsense scattered around the elf as well, papers with scribbled notes on lore covering the table.
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
The elf scribbles something down, but just their pen breaks and ink comes gushing out in an explosion. The elf, expecting it, dodges the ink and accidentally sends it flying at the golem creature.
The Golem's entire front robe is covered in the ink, though with a quick wave of their hand the Robe returns to its Crimson color.
The elf looks up, noticing them. “Oh. ‘Ello sir.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
A short elf sits at a table, papers scattered around them. They had listened to the announcement then turned back to their work. They sport a wolf cut with blue tips and lavender eyes. They are dressed in a very steampunk style, with leather leggings and a white blouse accompanied by gear jewelry. There are a couple trinkets and nonsense scattered around the elf as well, papers with scribbled notes on lore covering the table.
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
The elf scribbles something down, but just their pen breaks and ink comes gushing out in an explosion. The elf, expecting it, dodges the ink and accidentally sends it flying at the golem creature.
The Golem's entire front robe is covered in the ink, though with a quick wave of their hand the Robe returns to its Crimson color.
The elf looks up, noticing them. “Oh. ‘Ello sir.”
The Golem does not speak but shows the Plate full of the Food that seems to keep changing.
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
A short elf sits at a table, papers scattered around them. They had listened to the announcement then turned back to their work. They sport a wolf cut with blue tips and lavender eyes. They are dressed in a very steampunk style, with leather leggings and a white blouse accompanied by gear jewelry. There are a couple trinkets and nonsense scattered around the elf as well, papers with scribbled notes on lore covering the table.
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
The elf scribbles something down, but just their pen breaks and ink comes gushing out in an explosion. The elf, expecting it, dodges the ink and accidentally sends it flying at the golem creature.
The Golem's entire front robe is covered in the ink, though with a quick wave of their hand the Robe returns to its Crimson color.
The elf looks up, noticing them. “Oh. ‘Ello sir.”
The Golem does not speak but shows the Plate full of the Food that seems to keep changing.
They cock their head. “That fer me?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
(Hmm. Warning to those who RP On The Tower. If you want something of me please PM me, I'm going to be re-focusing myself on making lore for a Homebrew place I'm making.)
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Tohort looks up from his latest endeavour; it seems to be a bizarre mini-project chronically a set of events that include a jungle island, a crew of adventurers, and pineapple pizza of all things, to see the projected poem. He muses to the other lore-makers nearby 'Hmm. What a curious piece of verse. Once I've finished this project I'd be delighted to try and unscramble its mysteries and discover what the Loremaster is planning. The Stormed Continent sounds like quite the place if the poem is describing its environment.'
Tohort looks up from his latest endeavour; it seems to be a bizarre mini-project chronically a set of events that include a jungle island, a crew of adventurers, and pineapple pizza of all things, to see the projected poem. He muses to the other lore-makers nearby 'Hmm. What a curious piece of verse. Once I've finished this project I'd be delighted to try and unscramble its mysteries and discover what the Loremaster is planning. The Stormed Continent sounds like quite the place if the poem is describing its environment.'
Ravyn approaches him.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
A Large Golem creature walks over sporting those Crimson robes, they hold out a small plate full of small Types of foods, though they keep changing into different ones.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
The elf scribbles something down, but just their pen breaks and ink comes gushing out in an explosion. The elf, expecting it, dodges the ink and accidentally sends it flying at the golem creature.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
The Golem's entire front robe is covered in the ink, though with a quick wave of their hand the Robe returns to its Crimson color.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
The elf looks up, noticing them. “Oh. ‘Ello sir.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
The Golem does not speak but shows the Plate full of the Food that seems to keep changing.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
They cock their head. “That fer me?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Hmm. Warning to those who RP On The Tower. If you want something of me please PM me, I'm going to be re-focusing myself on making lore for a Homebrew place I'm making.)
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
A Large scroll rolls down the Wall inside is a Small poem and a piece of Lore coming from the Upcoming project of the Loremaster.
"Jagged Mountains and Stormy waves
With Monsterous Jungles and Dark Caves
An Amazing land lays Unclaimed
With flying Fiends and Monsterous Beasts
The Stormed Continent shall rise once again."
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
Tohort looks up from his latest endeavour; it seems to be a bizarre mini-project chronically a set of events that include a jungle island, a crew of adventurers, and pineapple pizza of all things, to see the projected poem. He muses to the other lore-makers nearby 'Hmm. What a curious piece of verse. Once I've finished this project I'd be delighted to try and unscramble its mysteries and discover what the Loremaster is planning. The Stormed Continent sounds like quite the place if the poem is describing its environment.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
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Ravyn approaches him.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
Hello all! Now I have read over past Tower of Lore reboots and what had made them Good.
For now am revamping the Tower and changing it, hopefully afterwards I can resurrect this.
Till then, the Tower if shutdown.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
Okay, cool, looking forward to seeing what comes next! Hopefully we can recruit a few more people to keep it going!
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!