The evening air is crisp and cool. The sign creaking outside the quaint tavern is detailed, but morbid. It shows a world being struck through with lightning, the islands on it forming the shape of a skull in the oceans of the planet. Ignoring the dark signage, you step inside, and the bartender gives you a look, or at least you think he does since he doesn't have eyes. He's a skeleton, dressed in a rather dapper pinstripe suit, and as you come in to seat yourself on the plush bar stools, he pours you a glass of liquor and says 'Idea gone wrong? World get ended? What's your tale?'He listens for a minute as you sip your drink and explain your past, before musing 'That's a tough one buddy. Can't say I haven't heard it before. When you're done with the drink, which isn't free by the way, go round the back and you'll find a stonemason. He'll chisel you up a nice gravestone to add to our cemetery'he says with a toothy grin.
Welcome to the Dead Thread's Inn, a RP tavern to discuss all things dead threads! If you had a character in a thread that died that you want to keep playing, here's your opportunity, or if you're in the mood for a bit of Thread Necromancy (don't tell the landlord) you can discuss threads that have died and maybe get a group together to bring them back! I'll be your host with the most, Snap Chucklebone, the least comforting, supportive or responsible barkeep you'll ever meet! I'll also play other Inn staff, but if you're interested in being a mod or want to play one of those characters, let me know!
Rules:
The Rules 1. As normal with any thread, abide by all the forum rules, and please keep topics PG-13. 2. Roleplay and interact with others in a sociable way. Don't be a meanie 3. Follow all instructions of mods, what they say is final. 4. Name a dead thread in your first post so we know you've read the rules. 5. Please cut quote chains.
Okay, and with that said, the Dead Thread's Inn is open for business! (It'll be real ironic if this thread dies, so don't let that happen 'ay?)
A man enters. Well, it looked a little like a man. He seems to be made out of mud, with gold coins for his eyes and sticks coming out of his chest. The mud, leaves, and sticks that make up his body are shaped into heavy gloves, boots, an apron, rolled-up sleeves, and a tie. He carries a pistol at his side, which seems to be real.
Snap looks at him from over the counter and says 'Welcome! Our first customer of the day! Make sure to wipe your feet at the door, and your hands, and your legs, and your...actually never mind' He straightens up and says 'Can I get you anything? Pond water perhaps?' He somehow grins at his joke despite having no lips and says 'I'm only kidding, who are you and where have you came from? I'd love to hear your story!'
A man enter, he looks like he lived in the 1990s, he's a 18 year old black man. His hair is long and braided together, he is wearing regular clothes for the time, a strange thing about him.
A Yuan-ti with an antimatter rifle is walking into the place, he's wearing goggles, he has messy hair, he doesn't hide his snake-like features, he is wearing regular forge attire and is just chilling.
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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.
Snap looks at him from over the counter and says 'Welcome! Our first customer of the day! Make sure to wipe your feet at the door, and your hands, and your legs, and your...actually never mind' He straightens up and says 'Can I get you anything? Pond water perhaps?' He somehow grins at his joke despite having no lips and says 'I'm only kidding, who are you and where have you came from? I'd love to hear your story!'
"A whaling city. Balezot. I grew up from the memories of a dead man in the cursed swamps that surrounded that horrible place. But I guess any place is cursed if you trap God in a giant torture machine."
Snapclaps his bony little hands together and says 'What a turnout! Let me get you fellas a seat and a drink, trust me, it's gonna be a long night! Tell me all about yourselves, where you been, who've you met?' He then pokes his head around the back of the bar and calls 'CROLIN! CROLIN! CRACK OUT THE CHISEL, WE'VE GOT CUSTOMERS!', to which you only hear a deep and guttural 'mmmmurrrghhh' in reply.
Both people sit at separate tables, the Yuan-ti begins to take apart his antimatter rifle. The 1990s kid just sits at a table and begins to play cards.
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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.
Snap looks at him from over the counter and says 'Welcome! Our first customer of the day! Make sure to wipe your feet at the door, and your hands, and your legs, and your...actually never mind' He straightens up and says 'Can I get you anything? Pond water perhaps?' He somehow grins at his joke despite having no lips and says 'I'm only kidding, who are you and where have you came from? I'd love to hear your story!'
"A whaling city. Balezot. I grew up from the memories of a dead man in the cursed swamps that surrounded that horrible place. But I guess any place is cursed if you trap God in a giant torture machine."
Snapnods and says 'Wow, that's real interesting. Surprised it had to come to an end. Well, not really if there was a god in a torture machine and cursed swamps, y'know, that doesn't sound like it would attract many holiday makers or potential home owners,' He grins and says 'Nah, I'm only messing with ya, your place sounds great, sorry you have to be here.'
Snap looks at him from over the counter and says 'Welcome! Our first customer of the day! Make sure to wipe your feet at the door, and your hands, and your legs, and your...actually never mind' He straightens up and says 'Can I get you anything? Pond water perhaps?' He somehow grins at his joke despite having no lips and says 'I'm only kidding, who are you and where have you came from? I'd love to hear your story!'
"A whaling city. Balezot. I grew up from the memories of a dead man in the cursed swamps that surrounded that horrible place. But I guess any place is cursed if you trap God in a giant torture machine."
Snapnods and says 'Wow, that's real interesting. Surprised it had to come to an end. Well, not really if there was a god in a torture machine and cursed swamps, y'know, that doesn't sound like it would attract many holiday makers or potential home owners,' He grins and says 'Nah, I'm only messing with ya, your place sounds great, sorry you have to be here.'
"Yeah. I was actually a popular industrialist there. I was the Saint of the country in my life, a title only granted to the greatest of inventors. In my afterlife, I championed Ab-dead rights and took control of the Asylum Ward of Balezot, sinking into the swamps as it was. Wait." He pulls out some platinum pieces from the trash in his chest. "I should introduce myself. The Shadow of Saint Grouper. I want some Dredge. Mashed up monster guts. Black, oozing, offal. Ground into paste and watered down with oil."
Snap listens intently to the Shadow of Saint Grouper's backstory. He thinks to himself that it seems so developed, and how it's such a shame his home thread had to die. Hopefully he can find some solace in this tavern at least. As he finishes up his order, Snap gets to preparing it. He ducks below the counter and rifles through hundreds of draws before finding one filled with blackened entrails from some form of beast. He calls up 'I dunno how long this has been sat here, but I bet that'll add to your enjoyment!' He then chucks it into an oddly out of place blender and mushes it down into a fine paste, shouting 'I would use a mortar and pestle but I ain't got the muscles for it!' over the loud electric buzzing of the machine. He then pours out the slop, and covers it in oil, dolloping it on in great lashings. He then hands over the Dredge and says 'Hope that's to your likings!'
Snap listens intently to the Shadow of Saint Grouper's backstory. He thinks to himself that it seems so developed, and how it's such a shame his home thread had to die. Hopefully he can find some solace in this tavern at least. As he finishes up his order, Snap gets to preparing it. He ducks below the counter and rifles through hundreds of draws before finding one filled with blackened entrails from some form of beast. He calls up 'I dunno how long this has been sat here, but I bet that'll add to your enjoyment!' He then chucks it into an oddly out of place blender and mushes it down into a fine paste, shouting 'I would use a mortar and pestle but I ain't got the muscles for it!' over the loud electric buzzing of the machine. He then pours out the slop, and covers it in oil, dolloping it on in great lashings. He then hands over the Dredge and says 'Hope that's to your likings!'
The Shadow sips it and sighs. "Dark Below, this tastes like home. I've got a lot to talk about and a lot of money in my body. I'm guessing I was reborn from the muck around the old Balezot Treasury or something. Have you ever heard of The Abyss? Not the plane, but the person. He hung around Balezot a lot. He was a trinity: The Neighbor, The Magus, and The Beast. Looked like a skinny guy in a ragged blue coat. Spiral mask. You'll probably see him around here sometime. Anyway, he's the embodiment of the Dark, the force that allowed me to rise and cursed the swamps. He used to make Dredge like this. He would trade the Moondowners, these hunter guys, magic items in trade for the mashed-up parts of the monsters they killed. He had vending machines and everything. He's scary though. All three forms bring out the worst in people. The Neighbor helps those desperate for assistance, and while he makes their lives better, he also leads them to sin. The Magus helps those desperate for power, giving them immense magical strength with no oversight. The Beast helps those desperate for escape, offering them freedom from their circumstances if they'll do something for it."
[Thank you, I saw a lot of people talking about how they missed characters they played from dead threads so I thought I'd make a place where they can be used. Hopefully we can get some more people in!]
[Thank you, I saw a lot of people talking about how they missed characters they played from dead threads so I thought I'd make a place where they can be used. Hopefully we can get some more people in!]
Snap listens intently to the Shadow of Saint Grouper's backstory. He thinks to himself that it seems so developed, and how it's such a shame his home thread had to die. Hopefully he can find some solace in this tavern at least. As he finishes up his order, Snap gets to preparing it. He ducks below the counter and rifles through hundreds of draws before finding one filled with blackened entrails from some form of beast. He calls up 'I dunno how long this has been sat here, but I bet that'll add to your enjoyment!' He then chucks it into an oddly out of place blender and mushes it down into a fine paste, shouting 'I would use a mortar and pestle but I ain't got the muscles for it!' over the loud electric buzzing of the machine. He then pours out the slop, and covers it in oil, dolloping it on in great lashings. He then hands over the Dredge and says 'Hope that's to your likings!'
The Shadow sips it and sighs. "Dark Below, this tastes like home. I've got a lot to talk about and a lot of money in my body. I'm guessing I was reborn from the muck around the old Balezot Treasury or something. Have you ever heard of The Abyss? Not the plane, but the person. He hung around Balezot a lot. He was a trinity: The Neighbor, The Magus, and The Beast. Looked like a skinny guy in a ragged blue coat. Spiral mask. You'll probably see him around here sometime. Anyway, he's the embodiment of the Dark, the force that allowed me to rise and cursed the swamps. He used to make Dredge like this. He would trade the Moondowners, these hunter guys, magic items in trade for the mashed-up parts of the monsters they killed. He had vending machines and everything. He's scary though. All three forms bring out the worst in people. The Neighbor helps those desperate for assistance, and while he makes their lives better, he also leads them to sin. The Magus helps those desperate for power, giving them immense magical strength with no oversight. The Beast helps those desperate for escape, offering them freedom from their circumstances if they'll do something for it."
Snapshakes his skull and says 'Can't say I've heard of him but if he's heading this way, I'll charge him extra. Sounds like he caused a lot of people grief. If you don't mind explaining, how could he be those three people at once? Was it like a multiple personality thing? I met a pink haired guy once who said he had multiple personalities once, but he couldn't tell me anymore before he fell down the stairs and his body disappeared. That was a weird day.'
The Shadow sips it and sighs. "Dark Below, this tastes like home. I've got a lot to talk about and a lot of money in my body. I'm guessing I was reborn from the muck around the old Balezot Treasury or something. Have you ever heard of The Abyss? Not the plane, but the person. He hung around Balezot a lot. He was a trinity: The Neighbor, The Magus, and The Beast. Looked like a skinny guy in a ragged blue coat. Spiral mask. You'll probably see him around here sometime. Anyway, he's the embodiment of the Dark, the force that allowed me to rise and cursed the swamps. He used to make Dredge like this. He would trade the Moondowners, these hunter guys, magic items in trade for the mashed-up parts of the monsters they killed. He had vending machines and everything. He's scary though. All three forms bring out the worst in people. The Neighbor helps those desperate for assistance, and while he makes their lives better, he also leads them to sin. The Magus helps those desperate for power, giving them immense magical strength with no oversight. The Beast helps those desperate for escape, offering them freedom from their circumstances if they'll do something for it."
Snapshakes his skull and says 'Can't say I've heard of him but if he's heading this way, I'll charge him extra. Sounds like he caused a lot of people grief. If you don't mind explaining, how could he be those three people at once? Was it like a multiple personality thing? I met a pink haired guy once who said he had multiple personalities once, but he couldn't tell me anymore before he fell down the stairs and his body disappeared. That was a weird day.'
"I'm not sure. Being the literal Devil from the Bible probably has something to do with it." He takes another slug of the Dredge.
If Snap's non-existent eyes could widen, they would. 'Ah. Yeah, that probably does have something to do with it.' He then calls over to the human and Yuan-Ti at the separate tables. 'Hello? Would you like to order anything?'
The door opens as a man with grey skin walks in. He has no facial features except for a mouth and short black hair that is swept back. He wears a lab coat and black slacks. He looks grumpy, talking to a talk woman who stays close to his side. The woman's face, skin, and all of her body is burnt charcoal black, her eyes a stark contrast to it being a beautiful blue color. She wears an early 1900's dress that is a contrast to her burnt skin.
"Mother, I swear.. you don't need to go where I go.." the man grumbles, rubbing his temples.
"Mezzoni, dear, you can be rather rude to others if I'm not there.." she responds.
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Discord: #houseofash4056/PlayStation: RoseGardenTea/Istagram: undertonetrash/YT: Area 23/Steam: RoseGardenTea.
Alan wake 2 answers the question of “what is art” by saying “art is whatever the big evil lake likes”
"Man.... depression has really taken a liking to me.."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*All of my taverns: Tales from Grillby's, The Nexus, The Astonishing Anomalies of Gravity Falls, Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn, and The Great Sky City of Vapestia*
The evening air is crisp and cool. The sign creaking outside the quaint tavern is detailed, but morbid. It shows a world being struck through with lightning, the islands on it forming the shape of a skull in the oceans of the planet. Ignoring the dark signage, you step inside, and the bartender gives you a look, or at least you think he does since he doesn't have eyes. He's a skeleton, dressed in a rather dapper pinstripe suit, and as you come in to seat yourself on the plush bar stools, he pours you a glass of liquor and says 'Idea gone wrong? World get ended? What's your tale?' He listens for a minute as you sip your drink and explain your past, before musing 'That's a tough one buddy. Can't say I haven't heard it before. When you're done with the drink, which isn't free by the way, go round the back and you'll find a stonemason. He'll chisel you up a nice gravestone to add to our cemetery' he says with a toothy grin.
Welcome to the Dead Thread's Inn, a RP tavern to discuss all things dead threads! If you had a character in a thread that died that you want to keep playing, here's your opportunity, or if you're in the mood for a bit of Thread Necromancy (don't tell the landlord) you can discuss threads that have died and maybe get a group together to bring them back! I'll be your host with the most, Snap Chucklebone, the least comforting, supportive or responsible barkeep you'll ever meet! I'll also play other Inn staff, but if you're interested in being a mod or want to play one of those characters, let me know!
Rules:
The Rules
1. As normal with any thread, abide by all the forum rules, and please keep topics PG-13.
2. Roleplay and interact with others in a sociable way. Don't be a meanie
3. Follow all instructions of mods, what they say is final.
4. Name a dead thread in your first post so we know you've read the rules.
5. Please cut quote chains.
Okay, and with that said, the Dead Thread's Inn is open for business! (It'll be real ironic if this thread dies, so don't let that happen 'ay?)
Mods: Shiverquill
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(The Backbone Tavern by Wendigo of Lore)
A man enters. Well, it looked a little like a man. He seems to be made out of mud, with gold coins for his eyes and sticks coming out of his chest. The mud, leaves, and sticks that make up his body are shaped into heavy gloves, boots, an apron, rolled-up sleeves, and a tie. He carries a pistol at his side, which seems to be real.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Snap looks at him from over the counter and says 'Welcome! Our first customer of the day! Make sure to wipe your feet at the door, and your hands, and your legs, and your...actually never mind' He straightens up and says 'Can I get you anything? Pond water perhaps?' He somehow grins at his joke despite having no lips and says 'I'm only kidding, who are you and where have you came from? I'd love to hear your story!'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Vanderbilt and DAO*
A man enter, he looks like he lived in the 1990s, he's a 18 year old black man. His hair is long and braided together, he is wearing regular clothes for the time, a strange thing about him.
A Yuan-ti with an antimatter rifle is walking into the place, he's wearing goggles, he has messy hair, he doesn't hide his snake-like features, he is wearing regular forge attire and is just chilling.
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
"A whaling city. Balezot. I grew up from the memories of a dead man in the cursed swamps that surrounded that horrible place. But I guess any place is cursed if you trap God in a giant torture machine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Snap claps his bony little hands together and says 'What a turnout! Let me get you fellas a seat and a drink, trust me, it's gonna be a long night! Tell me all about yourselves, where you been, who've you met?' He then pokes his head around the back of the bar and calls 'CROLIN! CROLIN! CRACK OUT THE CHISEL, WE'VE GOT CUSTOMERS!', to which you only hear a deep and guttural 'mmmmurrrghhh' in reply.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Both people sit at separate tables, the Yuan-ti begins to take apart his antimatter rifle. The 1990s kid just sits at a table and begins to play cards.
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
Snap nods and says 'Wow, that's real interesting. Surprised it had to come to an end. Well, not really if there was a god in a torture machine and cursed swamps, y'know, that doesn't sound like it would attract many holiday makers or potential home owners,' He grins and says 'Nah, I'm only messing with ya, your place sounds great, sorry you have to be here.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
"Yeah. I was actually a popular industrialist there. I was the Saint of the country in my life, a title only granted to the greatest of inventors. In my afterlife, I championed Ab-dead rights and took control of the Asylum Ward of Balezot, sinking into the swamps as it was. Wait." He pulls out some platinum pieces from the trash in his chest. "I should introduce myself. The Shadow of Saint Grouper. I want some Dredge. Mashed up monster guts. Black, oozing, offal. Ground into paste and watered down with oil."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Snap listens intently to the Shadow of Saint Grouper's backstory. He thinks to himself that it seems so developed, and how it's such a shame his home thread had to die. Hopefully he can find some solace in this tavern at least. As he finishes up his order, Snap gets to preparing it. He ducks below the counter and rifles through hundreds of draws before finding one filled with blackened entrails from some form of beast. He calls up 'I dunno how long this has been sat here, but I bet that'll add to your enjoyment!' He then chucks it into an oddly out of place blender and mushes it down into a fine paste, shouting 'I would use a mortar and pestle but I ain't got the muscles for it!' over the loud electric buzzing of the machine. He then pours out the slop, and covers it in oil, dolloping it on in great lashings. He then hands over the Dredge and says 'Hope that's to your likings!'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
The Shadow sips it and sighs. "Dark Below, this tastes like home. I've got a lot to talk about and a lot of money in my body. I'm guessing I was reborn from the muck around the old Balezot Treasury or something. Have you ever heard of The Abyss? Not the plane, but the person. He hung around Balezot a lot. He was a trinity: The Neighbor, The Magus, and The Beast. Looked like a skinny guy in a ragged blue coat. Spiral mask. You'll probably see him around here sometime. Anyway, he's the embodiment of the Dark, the force that allowed me to rise and cursed the swamps. He used to make Dredge like this. He would trade the Moondowners, these hunter guys, magic items in trade for the mashed-up parts of the monsters they killed. He had vending machines and everything. He's scary though. All three forms bring out the worst in people. The Neighbor helps those desperate for assistance, and while he makes their lives better, he also leads them to sin. The Magus helps those desperate for power, giving them immense magical strength with no oversight. The Beast helps those desperate for escape, offering them freedom from their circumstances if they'll do something for it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I enjoy the concept of this thread.*
[Thank you, I saw a lot of people talking about how they missed characters they played from dead threads so I thought I'd make a place where they can be used. Hopefully we can get some more people in!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*It really is awesome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Snap shakes his skull and says 'Can't say I've heard of him but if he's heading this way, I'll charge him extra. Sounds like he caused a lot of people grief. If you don't mind explaining, how could he be those three people at once? Was it like a multiple personality thing? I met a pink haired guy once who said he had multiple personalities once, but he couldn't tell me anymore before he fell down the stairs and his body disappeared. That was a weird day.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
"I'm not sure. Being the literal Devil from the Bible probably has something to do with it." He takes another slug of the Dredge.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
If Snap's non-existent eyes could widen, they would. 'Ah. Yeah, that probably does have something to do with it.' He then calls over to the human and Yuan-Ti at the separate tables. 'Hello? Would you like to order anything?'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Better Days Sanatorium.*
The door opens as a man with grey skin walks in. He has no facial features except for a mouth and short black hair that is swept back. He wears a lab coat and black slacks. He looks grumpy, talking to a talk woman who stays close to his side. The woman's face, skin, and all of her body is burnt charcoal black, her eyes a stark contrast to it being a beautiful blue color. She wears an early 1900's dress that is a contrast to her burnt skin.
"Mother, I swear.. you don't need to go where I go.." the man grumbles, rubbing his temples.
"Mezzoni, dear, you can be rather rude to others if I'm not there.." she responds.
Discord: #houseofash4056/PlayStation: RoseGardenTea/Istagram: undertonetrash/YT: Area 23/Steam: RoseGardenTea.
Alan wake 2 answers the question of “what is art” by saying “art is whatever the big evil lake likes”
"Man.... depression has really taken a liking to me.."
*vanderbilt*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*All of my taverns: Tales from Grillby's, The Nexus, The Astonishing Anomalies of Gravity Falls, Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn, and The Great Sky City of Vapestia*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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