The shaman turns his head, then the rest of his body leaps in the same direction. "Thank you, thank you!" He bows sweepingly. "I do hope that I can delight you this brisk evening!" He produces an ornate brass goblet and makes a gesture over it, causing it to fill with burgundy liquid. He offers it to Cyrus, splashing a little onto the ground. "Please, have some wine. It'll warm your soul a bit."
They consider it for a moment, before they accept the goblet. "Thank you." They take a small sip of the wine- how that works when they have a large flower for a head is anyone's guess. "I am Cyrus, the groundskeeper of this keep. Who might you be, and what brings you here?" They sound more curious than anything else, if the slightest bit wary.
The alcohol warms and emboldens him. By its effects, this mulled drink must be heavy on the stuff, but it tastes almost like a dessert wine. It's dark and sweet, with only the faintest boozy taste.
"I am Adrien, and I have come to commune with the spirits. I've always loved Autumn, but I was also always needed elsewhere. See, I'm a religious leader, but not of a very popular religion. Many call it a cult due to the prevalence of ritual sacrifice and lifestyle practices many consider unusual. My job was to provide comfort and joy after long weeks of labor. The midpoint and endpoint of any major task requires celebration, and living through the week is very much a major task, especially with unpredictable conditions."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*OOoooh! i am not gouing to be here for the next week so it will have to be on the shelf for a while but i dont mind starting now*
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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. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A very small tabaxi wanders through the woods, a very angry look on its face. He wears robes of pure yellow, symbols of some sort of god stitches on to them. They angrily grip a massive book covered in gold in their tiny paws, the book is embedded with jewels and has a massive locking mechanism binding it together. The tabaxi huffs and sets the book down before giving it a kick "HELLS FIRE, I AM A GREAT SPIRIT COMMANDER AND YET I AM DOING THE FATHERS WORK! I AM NO LITTLE DELIVERY MOUSE!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A very small tabaxi wanders through the woods, a very angry look on its face. He wears robes of pure yellow, symbols of some sort of god stitches on to them. They angrily grip a massive book covered in gold in their tiny paws, the book is embedded with jewels and has a massive locking mechanism binding it together. The tabaxi huffs and sets the book down before giving it a kick "HELLS FIRE, I AM A GREAT SPIRIT COMMANDER AND YET I AM DOING THE FATHERS WORK! I AM NO LITTLE DELIVERY MOUSE!!"
A towering undead of some sort approaches, stomping through the snow. It looks like a death knight in powered armor. Following behind him is a little strugel, sprinting to keep up. He's obese and very fluffy, with strange eyes and a shovel as a walking stick. The stoat is the one to speak. "Hail, stranger! You will catch your death of cold if you wander much longer!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A very small tabaxi wanders through the woods, a very angry look on its face. He wears robes of pure yellow, symbols of some sort of god stitches on to them. They angrily grip a massive book covered in gold in their tiny paws, the book is embedded with jewels and has a massive locking mechanism binding it together. The tabaxi huffs and sets the book down before giving it a kick "HELLS FIRE, I AM A GREAT SPIRIT COMMANDER AND YET I AM DOING THE FATHERS WORK! I AM NO LITTLE DELIVERY MOUSE!!"
A towering undead of some sort approaches, stomping through the snow. It looks like a death knight in powered armor. Following behind him is a little strugel, sprinting to keep up. He's obese and very fluffy, with strange eyes and a shovel as a walking stick. The stoat is the one to speak. "Hail, stranger! You will catch your death of cold if you wander much longer!"
"I don't get cold, I got fur." They huff and fold their arms.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A towering undead of some sort approaches, stomping through the snow. It looks like a death knight in powered armor. Following behind him is a little strugel, sprinting to keep up. He's obese and very fluffy, with strange eyes and a shovel as a walking stick. The stoat is the one to speak. "Hail, stranger! You will catch your death of cold if you wander much longer!"
"I don't get cold, I got fur." They huff and fold their arms.
The strugel looks nervous. "Even my stoat coat doesn't really hold up in this weather, but if you feel comfortable out here, I guess you don't have a reason to come over for dinner..." He shuffles behind the death knight.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A towering undead of some sort approaches, stomping through the snow. It looks like a death knight in powered armor. Following behind him is a little strugel, sprinting to keep up. He's obese and very fluffy, with strange eyes and a shovel as a walking stick. The stoat is the one to speak. "Hail, stranger! You will catch your death of cold if you wander much longer!"
"I don't get cold, I got fur." They huff and fold their arms.
The strugel looks nervous. "Even my stoat coat doesn't really hold up in this weather, but if you feel comfortable out here, I guess you don't have a reason to come over for dinner..." He shuffles behind the death knight.
He grumbles and rolls his eyes "You have food?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The strugel looks nervous. "Even my stoat coat doesn't really hold up in this weather, but if you feel comfortable out here, I guess you don't have a reason to come over for dinner..." He shuffles behind the death knight.
He grumbles and rolls his eyes "You have food?"
He nods from the shadow of the lord. "Y-you don't get a build like mine without plenty of stock. Even though His Lordship doesn't eat, he enjoys having guests over."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The strugel looks nervous. "Even my stoat coat doesn't really hold up in this weather, but if you feel comfortable out here, I guess you don't have a reason to come over for dinner..." He shuffles behind the death knight.
He grumbles and rolls his eyes "You have food?"
He nods from the shadow of the lord. "Y-you don't get a build like mine without plenty of stock. Even though His Lordship doesn't eat, he enjoys having guests over."
The tabaxi narrows his eyes "I am not a 'guest' I am Frankie!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods from the shadow of the lord. "Y-you don't get a build like mine without plenty of stock. Even though His Lordship doesn't eat, he enjoys having guests over."
The tabaxi narrows his eyes "I am not a 'guest' I am Frankie!"
He whimpers quietly, hiding further. "I apologize... I didn't mean any offense, uh, Frankie. Please forgive me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods from the shadow of the lord. "Y-you don't get a build like mine without plenty of stock. Even though His Lordship doesn't eat, he enjoys having guests over."
The tabaxi narrows his eyes "I am not a 'guest' I am Frankie!"
He whimpers quietly, hiding further. "I apologize... I didn't mean any offense, uh, Frankie. Please forgive me."
"You are forgiven, I suppose. What is the food you have?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He whimpers quietly, hiding further. "I apologize... I didn't mean any offense, uh, Frankie. Please forgive me."
"You are forgiven, I suppose. What is the food you have?"
"Well, we have an entire feast prepared, mostly hot dishes such as roasts and fried dishes such as beignets. We also have jellies, a variety of wines, and plenty of ice cream." He takes a step out of cover.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He whimpers quietly, hiding further. "I apologize... I didn't mean any offense, uh, Frankie. Please forgive me."
"You are forgiven, I suppose. What is the food you have?"
"Well, we have an entire feast prepared, mostly hot dishes such as roasts and fried dishes such as beignets. We also have jellies, a variety of wines, and plenty of ice cream." He takes a step out of cover.
Frankie is quiet for a moment before sighing "What kind of ice cream? This is a real deal breaker." He points a tiny furry finger at them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, we have an entire feast prepared, mostly hot dishes such as roasts and fried dishes such as beignets. We also have jellies, a variety of wines, and plenty of ice cream." He takes a step out of cover.
Frankie is quiet for a moment before sighing "What kind of ice cream? This is a real deal breaker." He points a tiny furry finger at them.
"We have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, raspberry, coffee, pistachio, lemon, parmesan, gruyere, and avocado. Do any of those sound good?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids! I know I've been gone for a while, but I am once again back from the void and ready to continue our glorious story! How are y'all doing today?*
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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)
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids! I know I've been gone for a while, but I am once again back from the void and ready to continue our glorious story! How are y'all doing today?*
*(dive-rolls through plate-glass window)*
*Y O U*
*I've been very ill, but other than that I've been pretty good. Applied to more jobs, had to cancel appointments due to said illness. I'm very glad you're back!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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The alcohol warms and emboldens him. By its effects, this mulled drink must be heavy on the stuff, but it tastes almost like a dessert wine. It's dark and sweet, with only the faintest boozy taste.
"I am Adrien, and I have come to commune with the spirits. I've always loved Autumn, but I was also always needed elsewhere. See, I'm a religious leader, but not of a very popular religion. Many call it a cult due to the prevalence of ritual sacrifice and lifestyle practices many consider unusual. My job was to provide comfort and joy after long weeks of labor. The midpoint and endpoint of any major task requires celebration, and living through the week is very much a major task, especially with unpredictable conditions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello!*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*i have the graveyard keeper if anyine wants her*
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.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*How about I send her a necromancer?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*OOoooh! i am not gouing to be here for the next week so it will have to be on the shelf for a while but i dont mind starting now*
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.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A very small tabaxi wanders through the woods, a very angry look on its face. He wears robes of pure yellow, symbols of some sort of god stitches on to them. They angrily grip a massive book covered in gold in their tiny paws, the book is embedded with jewels and has a massive locking mechanism binding it together. The tabaxi huffs and sets the book down before giving it a kick "HELLS FIRE, I AM A GREAT SPIRIT COMMANDER AND YET I AM DOING THE FATHERS WORK! I AM NO LITTLE DELIVERY MOUSE!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A towering undead of some sort approaches, stomping through the snow. It looks like a death knight in powered armor. Following behind him is a little strugel, sprinting to keep up. He's obese and very fluffy, with strange eyes and a shovel as a walking stick. The stoat is the one to speak. "Hail, stranger! You will catch your death of cold if you wander much longer!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't get cold, I got fur." They huff and fold their arms.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The strugel looks nervous. "Even my stoat coat doesn't really hold up in this weather, but if you feel comfortable out here, I guess you don't have a reason to come over for dinner..." He shuffles behind the death knight.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grumbles and rolls his eyes "You have food?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods from the shadow of the lord. "Y-you don't get a build like mine without plenty of stock. Even though His Lordship doesn't eat, he enjoys having guests over."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The tabaxi narrows his eyes "I am not a 'guest' I am Frankie!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He whimpers quietly, hiding further. "I apologize... I didn't mean any offense, uh, Frankie. Please forgive me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You are forgiven, I suppose. What is the food you have?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, we have an entire feast prepared, mostly hot dishes such as roasts and fried dishes such as beignets. We also have jellies, a variety of wines, and plenty of ice cream." He takes a step out of cover.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Frankie is quiet for a moment before sighing "What kind of ice cream? This is a real deal breaker." He points a tiny furry finger at them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"We have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, raspberry, coffee, pistachio, lemon, parmesan, gruyere, and avocado. Do any of those sound good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids! I know I've been gone for a while, but I am once again back from the void and ready to continue our glorious story! How are y'all doing today?*
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)
*(dive-rolls through plate-glass window)*
*Y O U*
*I've been very ill, but other than that I've been pretty good. Applied to more jobs, had to cancel appointments due to said illness. I'm very glad you're back!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.