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. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Hiya folks! Not super related to the tavern but still thread related so I'm putting it out there to say that AnnoyedCecaelia, TheTrueJester2, Jobah619Official and myself have worked hard to create the 1st Annual Adohands Awards! It's the perfect place to have your say over your favourite threads and see who comes out as the winners, so go and vote! We, Celia in particular, all put a lot of work into it making it so it'd be great to see it take off! Okay, and with that, back to the Dead Threads, not the living ones!
Two men walk into the tavern. One of them is a short, very lively and energetic elf, and the other is a withdrawn looking tiefling.
The elf is wearing steampunk style goggles pulled up to his forehead, a smith's apron that seems to have many more pockets than usual, thick leather gloves, and simple trousers and a tunic. His ears are long and pointy, and he has fair skin. One of his arms appears to be made entirely out of metal. Soot covers his face and arms as well.
The tiefling, on the other hand, has deep crimson skin, horns that jut out like spikes from his forehead, and shorter, less pointed ears. Underneath his broad-brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes burn like flames, his pupils replaced with crackling balls of fire. He wears an open vest, trousers, knee-high black boots, and a dusty overcoat with long coattails. At his hips rest two holsters, and inside those sit two six-shooters, one on each side. A sheath is also strapped to each of his thighs, each one containing a long, curved knife.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Two men walk into the tavern. One of them is a short, very lively and energetic elf, and the other is a withdrawn looking tiefling.
The tiefling, on the other hand, has deep crimson skin, horns that jut out like spikes from his forehead, and shorter, less pointed ears. Underneath his broad-brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes burn like flames, his pupils replaced with crackling balls of fire. He wears an open vest, trousers, knee-high black boots, and a dusty overcoat with long coattails. At his hips rest two holsters, and inside those sit two six-shooters, one on each side. A sheath is also strapped to each of his thighs, each one containing a long, curved knife.
The Tiefling sees a familiar and warming sight, a construct man in a suit sitting in the corner of the room, the man lacks a face, more a liquid than a solid, moving like the ocean waves. He's smoking until he sees his friend, a familiar voice ringing out "Karth! How the [GP] did you get yourself here too?!" He stands up and holds out his arms in surprise.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair. Erica sighs, thinking back to a simpler time.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Two men walk into the tavern. One of them is a short, very lively and energetic elf, and the other is a withdrawn looking tiefling.
The tiefling, on the other hand, has deep crimson skin, horns that jut out like spikes from his forehead, and shorter, less pointed ears. Underneath his broad-brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes burn like flames, his pupils replaced with crackling balls of fire. He wears an open vest, trousers, knee-high black boots, and a dusty overcoat with long coattails. At his hips rest two holsters, and inside those sit two six-shooters, one on each side. A sheath is also strapped to each of his thighs, each one containing a long, curved knife.
The Tiefling sees a familiar and warming sight, a construct man in a suit sitting in the corner of the room, the man lacks a face, more a liquid than a solid, moving like the ocean waves. He's smoking until he sees his friend, a familiar voice ringing out "Karth! How the [GP] did you get yourself here too?!" He stands up and holds out his arms in surprise.
Underneath his ever present bandana, Kath smiles as he sees his old friend. "Not really sure, but it's nice ta see ya, Silver." He walks over and grasps Silver's hand in a handshake. "Anyways, say hello ta my friend, Äramil," he says as he gestures to the elf, who waves and practically sprints over.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair. Erica sighs, thinking back to a simpler time.
The Master walks in behind her. "Don't worry, Erica, we're working on a renovation!" He doesn't sound too hopeful.
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair. Erica sighs, thinking back to a simpler time.
The Master walks in behind her. "Don't worry, Erica, we're working on a renovation!" He doesn't sound too hopeful.
She gives a half-hearted smile. "Thanks, pal. Here's hoping it keeps the Hold afloat a while longer." She sounds like she's trying to be hopeful, but there's a hint of sadness to it. It doesn't seem like the Hold's state is the main cause of their melancholy.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Master walks in behind her. "Don't worry, Erica, we're working on a renovation!" He doesn't sound too hopeful.
She gives a half-hearted smile. "Thanks, pal. Here's hoping it keeps the Hold afloat a while longer." She sounds like she's trying to be hopeful, but there's a hint of sadness to it. It doesn't seem like the Hold's state is the main cause of their melancholy.
"Maybe he'll come to the new location, you know? We're still... working on it. I think. It's going to be really cool!" He seems nervous.
The Master walks in behind her. "Don't worry, Erica, we're working on a renovation!" He doesn't sound too hopeful.
She gives a half-hearted smile. "Thanks, pal. Here's hoping it keeps the Hold afloat a while longer." She sounds like she's trying to be hopeful, but there's a hint of sadness to it. It doesn't seem like the Hold's state is the main cause of their melancholy.
"Maybe he'll come to the new location, you know? We're still... working on it. I think. It's going to be really cool!" He seems nervous.
"Yeah, I hope so. It's been a while since anyone's heard from him..." She looks out the window. "I just hope he's alright."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
[Wow, this was a very sudden revival but welcome back!]
(Hey, Shiver! Don't think me and Arch have forgotten about that deal involving your bards just because Arch is on extended leave!)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Two men walk into the tavern. One of them is a short, very lively and energetic elf, and the other is a withdrawn looking tiefling.
The tiefling, on the other hand, has deep crimson skin, horns that jut out like spikes from his forehead, and shorter, less pointed ears. Underneath his broad-brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes burn like flames, his pupils replaced with crackling balls of fire. He wears an open vest, trousers, knee-high black boots, and a dusty overcoat with long coattails. At his hips rest two holsters, and inside those sit two six-shooters, one on each side. A sheath is also strapped to each of his thighs, each one containing a long, curved knife.
The Tiefling sees a familiar and warming sight, a construct man in a suit sitting in the corner of the room, the man lacks a face, more a liquid than a solid, moving like the ocean waves. He's smoking until he sees his friend, a familiar voice ringing out "Karth! How the [GP] did you get yourself here too?!" He stands up and holds out his arms in surprise.
Underneath his ever present bandana, Kath smiles as he sees his old friend. "Not really sure, but it's nice ta see ya, Silver." He walks over and grasps Silver's hand in a handshake. "Anyways, say hello ta my friend, Äramil," he says as he gestures to the elf, who waves and practically sprints over.
Silver looks at them, extinguishing his smoke before shaking Aramil's hand "Nice to meet ya, I'm Silver, pretty sure Karth hasn't talked about me, but I'm his robot friend." He pats Aramil's back "Come on, have a seat." He sits down at his corner table.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
Two men walk into the tavern. One of them is a short, very lively and energetic elf, and the other is a withdrawn looking tiefling.
The tiefling, on the other hand, has deep crimson skin, horns that jut out like spikes from his forehead, and shorter, less pointed ears. Underneath his broad-brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes burn like flames, his pupils replaced with crackling balls of fire. He wears an open vest, trousers, knee-high black boots, and a dusty overcoat with long coattails. At his hips rest two holsters, and inside those sit two six-shooters, one on each side. A sheath is also strapped to each of his thighs, each one containing a long, curved knife.
The Tiefling sees a familiar and warming sight, a construct man in a suit sitting in the corner of the room, the man lacks a face, more a liquid than a solid, moving like the ocean waves. He's smoking until he sees his friend, a familiar voice ringing out "Karth! How the [GP] did you get yourself here too?!" He stands up and holds out his arms in surprise.
Underneath his ever present bandana, Kath smiles as he sees his old friend. "Not really sure, but it's nice ta see ya, Silver." He walks over and grasps Silver's hand in a handshake. "Anyways, say hello ta my friend, Äramil," he says as he gestures to the elf, who waves and practically sprints over.
Silver looks at them, extinguishing his smoke before shaking Aramil's hand "Nice to meet ya, I'm Silver, pretty sure Karth hasn't talked about me, but I'm his robot friend." He pats Aramil's back "Come on, have a seat." He sits down at his corner table.
The elf speaks up, immediately making it apparent that he has a strong Scottish accent. "Ol' Kath 'ere's told me a lil' bit about ya." He pulls out a quill and a small book, which he begins to write in while assessing every nook and cranny of Sliver's metal body. "Very impressive construction...", he mutters.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The elf speaks up, immediately making it apparent that he has a strong Scottish accent. "Ol' Kath 'ere's told me a lil' bit about ya." He pulls out a quill and a small book, which he begins to write in while assessing every nook and cranny of Sliver's metal body. "Very impressive construction...", he mutters.
A brow ripples onto his face as he raises it "Still a livin' person ya know, I may be metal and steam, but that ain't mean I don't have a preference whether people draw me er not." He says drinking from his flask "Not an issue now, but ask next time." He turns to Kath "They got all the water in the world here, it's uncanny."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
The elf speaks up, immediately making it apparent that he has a strong Scottish accent. "Ol' Kath 'ere's told me a lil' bit about ya." He pulls out a quill and a small book, which he begins to write in while assessing every nook and cranny of Sliver's metal body. "Very impressive construction...", he mutters.
A brow ripples onto his face as he raises it "Still a livin' person ya know, I may be metal and steam, but that ain't mean I don't have a preference whether people draw me er not." He says drinking from his flask "Not an issue now, but ask next time." He turns to Kath "They got all the water in the world here, it's uncanny."
The elf grimaces, realizing his mistake. He puts the quill inside the book and snaps it shut, tossing it behind him. It dissappears into thin air with a pop! "Terribly sorry, sir. I fergot 'bout my manners soon as I saw ya. Äramil Ilphekiir, at yer service."
Kath looks quite shocked at the mention of that much water, knowing how scarce it was back home. "Do they now? Interestin'..."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
The elf speaks up, immediately making it apparent that he has a strong Scottish accent. "Ol' Kath 'ere's told me a lil' bit about ya." He pulls out a quill and a small book, which he begins to write in while assessing every nook and cranny of Sliver's metal body. "Very impressive construction...", he mutters.
A brow ripples onto his face as he raises it "Still a livin' person ya know, I may be metal and steam, but that ain't mean I don't have a preference whether people draw me er not." He says drinking from his flask "Not an issue now, but ask next time." He turns to Kath "They got all the water in the world here, it's uncanny."
The elf grimaces, realizing his mistake. He puts the quill inside the book and snaps it shut, tossing it behind him. It dissappears into thin air with a pop! "Terribly sorry, sir. I fergot 'bout my manners soon as I saw ya. Äramil Ilphekiir, at yer service."
Kath looks quite shocked at the mention of that much water, knowing how scarce it was back home. "Do they now? Interestin'..."
He waves a hand, dismissing the issue from Aramil's mind "I lived in the same buildin' as Kath and several criminals, I ain't worried about a little disrespect. Nice to meet ya Aramil. Silverfoot, but everyone just calls me Silver." He leans back in his chair, his back hissing with steam "We might want to keep some for ourselves."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
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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!
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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
*i just want ppl to see my new char on auttumn*
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. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Hiya folks! Not super related to the tavern but still thread related so I'm putting it out there to say that AnnoyedCecaelia, TheTrueJester2, Jobah619Official and myself have worked hard to create the 1st Annual Adohands Awards! It's the perfect place to have your say over your favourite threads and see who comes out as the winners, so go and vote! We, Celia in particular, all put a lot of work into it making it so it'd be great to see it take off! Okay, and with that, back to the Dead Threads, not the living ones!
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 Frosted Glass Guild and Buttons' Best.)
Two men walk into the tavern. One of them is a short, very lively and energetic elf, and the other is a withdrawn looking tiefling.
The elf is wearing steampunk style goggles pulled up to his forehead, a smith's apron that seems to have many more pockets than usual, thick leather gloves, and simple trousers and a tunic. His ears are long and pointy, and he has fair skin. One of his arms appears to be made entirely out of metal. Soot covers his face and arms as well.
The tiefling, on the other hand, has deep crimson skin, horns that jut out like spikes from his forehead, and shorter, less pointed ears. Underneath his broad-brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes burn like flames, his pupils replaced with crackling balls of fire. He wears an open vest, trousers, knee-high black boots, and a dusty overcoat with long coattails. At his hips rest two holsters, and inside those sit two six-shooters, one on each side. A sheath is also strapped to each of his thighs, each one containing a long, curved knife.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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The Tiefling sees a familiar and warming sight, a construct man in a suit sitting in the corner of the room, the man lacks a face, more a liquid than a solid, moving like the ocean waves. He's smoking until he sees his friend, a familiar voice ringing out "Karth! How the [GP] did you get yourself here too?!" He stands up and holds out his arms in surprise.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
*The Nightmare Hold*
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair. Erica sighs, thinking back to a simpler time.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Underneath his ever present bandana, Kath smiles as he sees his old friend. "Not really sure, but it's nice ta see ya, Silver." He walks over and grasps Silver's hand in a handshake. "Anyways, say hello ta my friend, Äramil," he says as he gestures to the elf, who waves and practically sprints over.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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The Master walks in behind her. "Don't worry, Erica, we're working on a renovation!" He doesn't sound too hopeful.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
She gives a half-hearted smile. "Thanks, pal. Here's hoping it keeps the Hold afloat a while longer." She sounds like she's trying to be hopeful, but there's a hint of sadness to it. It doesn't seem like the Hold's state is the main cause of their melancholy.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Maybe he'll come to the new location, you know? We're still... working on it. I think. It's going to be really cool!" He seems nervous.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Yeah, I hope so. It's been a while since anyone's heard from him..." She looks out the window. "I just hope he's alright."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
[Wow, this was a very sudden revival but welcome back!]
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... I..." He starts off reassuring, then falls off into nervous mumbling as he paces. "Me too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
(Hey, Shiver! Don't think me and Arch have forgotten about that deal involving your bards just because Arch is on extended leave!)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Silver looks at them, extinguishing his smoke before shaking Aramil's hand "Nice to meet ya, I'm Silver, pretty sure Karth hasn't talked about me, but I'm his robot friend." He pats Aramil's back "Come on, have a seat." He sits down at his corner table.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
The elf speaks up, immediately making it apparent that he has a strong Scottish accent. "Ol' Kath 'ere's told me a lil' bit about ya." He pulls out a quill and a small book, which he begins to write in while assessing every nook and cranny of Sliver's metal body. "Very impressive construction...", he mutters.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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A brow ripples onto his face as he raises it "Still a livin' person ya know, I may be metal and steam, but that ain't mean I don't have a preference whether people draw me er not." He says drinking from his flask "Not an issue now, but ask next time." He turns to Kath "They got all the water in the world here, it's uncanny."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
The elf grimaces, realizing his mistake. He puts the quill inside the book and snaps it shut, tossing it behind him. It dissappears into thin air with a pop! "Terribly sorry, sir. I fergot 'bout my manners soon as I saw ya. Äramil Ilphekiir, at yer service."
Kath looks quite shocked at the mention of that much water, knowing how scarce it was back home. "Do they now? Interestin'..."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He waves a hand, dismissing the issue from Aramil's mind "I lived in the same buildin' as Kath and several criminals, I ain't worried about a little disrespect. Nice to meet ya Aramil. Silverfoot, but everyone just calls me Silver." He leans back in his chair, his back hissing with steam "We might want to keep some for ourselves."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."