*I haven't been on much myself, but I'm going to try and RP more.*
*actually wanna RP on TSF?*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
*I haven't been on much myself, but I'm going to try and RP more.*
*actually wanna RP on TSF?*
*No thank you, I don't like TSF. I can't think of why, but it just doesn't appeal to me for some reason. It's a bit frustrating that I can't get into it, actually.*
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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.
*I haven't been on much myself, but I'm going to try and RP more.*
*actually wanna RP on TSF?*
*No thank you, I don't like TSF. I can't think of why, but it just doesn't appeal to me for some reason. It's a bit frustrating that I can't get into it, actually.*
*I understand ,and it's because you like a battle well fought (I think)*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
The wind seems to shift, the leaves in the tree's rustling that old familiar song. A door suddenly forms on a tree, opening on squeaky hinges as if it's always been there, just hidden from those who pass by. A man steps out, bonking his goat-like head against top of the doorframe. he curses in sylvan, standing up fully once out the door.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he sniffs the air "Smells like feywild, looks like feywild, must be feywild I assume." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some truffles or mushrooms, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The wind seems to shift, the leaves in the tree's rustling that old familiar song. A door suddenly forms on a tree, opening on squeaky hinges as if it's always been there, just hidden from those who pass by. A man steps out, bonking his goat-like head against top of the doorframe. he curses in sylvan, standing up fully once out the door.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he sniffs the air "Smells like feywild, looks like feywild, must be feywild I assume." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some truffles or mushrooms, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
A hulking shadow, at least 9 feet tall without its antlers, slinks out from behind the tree with the door in it. Its golden eyes burn gently as it steps out of the shade, opening an umbrella over its head as the edges of its black-and-gold duster flit out into the light. "Hello, handsome."
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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 wind seems to shift, the leaves in the tree's rustling that old familiar song. A door suddenly forms on a tree, opening on squeaky hinges as if it's always been there, just hidden from those who pass by. A man steps out, bonking his goat-like head against top of the doorframe. he curses in sylvan, standing up fully once out the door.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he sniffs the air "Smells like feywild, looks like feywild, must be feywild I assume." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some truffles or mushrooms, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
A hulking shadow, at least 9 feet tall without its antlers, slinks out from behind the tree with the door in it. Its golden eyes burn gently as it steps out of the shade, opening an umbrella over its head as the edges of its black-and-gold duster flit out into the light. "Hello, handsome."
The man jumps comically, the fur sticking up much like a cat's when frightened. He turns around and folds his arms "I'll have you know that if I had a real heart that I wouldve gone into cardiac arrest from that scare." he frowns playfully before smiling "hello to you to eggy"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A hulking shadow, at least 9 feet tall without its antlers, slinks out from behind the tree with the door in it. Its golden eyes burn gently as it steps out of the shade, opening an umbrella over its head as the edges of its black-and-gold duster flit out into the light. "Hello, handsome."
The man jumps comically, the fur sticking up much like a cat's when frightened. He turns around and folds his arms "I'll have you know that if I had a real heart that I wouldve gone into cardiac arrest from that scare." he frowns playfully before smiling "hello to you to eggy"
The shadow gently takes the man's hand and brings it to its face. Egregore takes a deep sniff, then gives the hand a big, wet kiss, strings of silver saliva connecting his long, gilded tongue to the back of the goatman's palm. "Hello, Donn..." He murmurs, pulling his husband close, underneath the umbrella. "What is that dear swine's name?"
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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 hulking shadow, at least 9 feet tall without its antlers, slinks out from behind the tree with the door in it. Its golden eyes burn gently as it steps out of the shade, opening an umbrella over its head as the edges of its black-and-gold duster flit out into the light. "Hello, handsome."
The man jumps comically, the fur sticking up much like a cat's when frightened. He turns around and folds his arms "I'll have you know that if I had a real heart that I wouldve gone into cardiac arrest from that scare." he frowns playfully before smiling "hello to you to eggy"
The shadow gently takes the man's hand and brings it to its face. Egregore takes a deep sniff, then gives the hand a big, wet kiss, strings of silver saliva connecting his long, gilded tongue to the back of the goatman's palm. "Hello, Donn..." He murmurs, pulling his husband close, underneath the umbrella. "What is that dear swine's name?"
"I was thinking Charlie or Stamos, some vaguely human for him." He said, smiling and nuzzling his nuzzle against Egregore's cheek "Friendly thing, one of my daughters wanted him so badly yet I am the one taking care of him."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The shadow gently takes the man's hand and brings it to its face. Egregore takes a deep sniff, then gives the hand a big, wet kiss, strings of silver saliva connecting his long, gilded tongue to the back of the goatman's palm. "Hello, Donn..." He murmurs, pulling his husband close, underneath the umbrella. "What is that dear swine's name?"
"I was thinking Charlie or Stamos, some vaguely human for him." He said, smiling and nuzzling his nuzzle against Egregore's cheek "Friendly thing, one of my daughters wanted him so badly yet I am the one taking care of him."
"That's how pets work, isn't it? You want their companionship, but you don't want to deal with the responsibilities. That's why kids have parents to help." His cheek is soft and squishy. Perfectly plump. He rubs his claws against Donn's jawline, massaging around his neck.
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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 shadow gently takes the man's hand and brings it to its face. Egregore takes a deep sniff, then gives the hand a big, wet kiss, strings of silver saliva connecting his long, gilded tongue to the back of the goatman's palm. "Hello, Donn..." He murmurs, pulling his husband close, underneath the umbrella. "What is that dear swine's name?"
"I was thinking Charlie or Stamos, some vaguely human for him." He said, smiling and nuzzling his nuzzle against Egregore's cheek "Friendly thing, one of my daughters wanted him so badly yet I am the one taking care of him."
"That's how pets work, isn't it? You want their companionship, but you don't want to deal with the responsibilities. That's why kids have parents to help." His cheek is soft and squishy. Perfectly plump. He rubs his claws against Donn's jawline, massaging around his neck.
Donn snorts, letting out a laugh "Now I feel bad for all the pets I've seen, parents and children and such holding on to an animal."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"That's how pets work, isn't it? You want their companionship, but you don't want to deal with the responsibilities. That's why kids have parents to help." His cheek is soft and squishy. Perfectly plump. He rubs his claws against Donn's jawline, massaging around his neck.
Donn snorts, letting out a laugh "Now I feel bad for all the pets I've seen, parents and children and such holding on to an animal."
The Egregore nods. "I like to keep stuffed animals instead of real ones. If I'm feeling bad, odds are I'm not going to be able to care for a real animal anyway." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a strange plushie, resembling a red "orb" (it's been squished and squeezed and well-loved to the point of losing its shape) covered in eyes and mouths. It rattles with beans when he moves it.
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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.
"That's how pets work, isn't it? You want their companionship, but you don't want to deal with the responsibilities. That's why kids have parents to help." His cheek is soft and squishy. Perfectly plump. He rubs his claws against Donn's jawline, massaging around his neck.
Donn snorts, letting out a laugh "Now I feel bad for all the pets I've seen, parents and children and such holding on to an animal."
The Egregore nods. "I like to keep stuffed animals instead of real ones. If I'm feeling bad, odds are I'm not going to be able to care for a real animal anyway." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a strange plushie, resembling a red "orb" (it's been squished and squeezed and well-loved to the point of losing its shape) covered in eyes and mouths. It rattles with beans when he moves it.
Donn beams and watches with apt fascination, "Interesting.. I have never seen something like that before. Does it have a name?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Egregore nods. "I like to keep stuffed animals instead of real ones. If I'm feeling bad, odds are I'm not going to be able to care for a real animal anyway." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a strange plushie, resembling a red "orb" (it's been squished and squeezed and well-loved to the point of losing its shape) covered in eyes and mouths. It rattles with beans when he moves it.
Donn beams and watches with apt fascination, "Interesting.. I have never seen something like that before. Does it have a name?"
"I always called her Lumpmallow. She's supposed to be a gibbering orb, but since she's stuffed she can't really fly. She was made with beans, so she's nice and hefty." He holds out the plush for Donn to take.
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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 Egregore nods. "I like to keep stuffed animals instead of real ones. If I'm feeling bad, odds are I'm not going to be able to care for a real animal anyway." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a strange plushie, resembling a red "orb" (it's been squished and squeezed and well-loved to the point of losing its shape) covered in eyes and mouths. It rattles with beans when he moves it.
Donn beams and watches with apt fascination, "Interesting.. I have never seen something like that before. Does it have a name?"
"I always called her Lumpmallow. She's supposed to be a gibbering orb, but since she's stuffed she can't really fly. She was made with beans, so she's nice and hefty." He holds out the plush for Donn to take.
Donn takes it, examining it all over. How it feels, its weight, how it smells, which angle the light works best for it, its thread count, everything before handing it back with a wink "I approve"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I always called her Lumpmallow. She's supposed to be a gibbering orb, but since she's stuffed she can't really fly. She was made with beans, so she's nice and hefty." He holds out the plush for Donn to take.
Donn takes it, examining it all over. How it feels, its weight, how it smells, which angle the light works best for it, its thread count, everything before handing it back with a wink "I approve"
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
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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.
*actually wanna RP on TSF?*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*No thank you, I don't like TSF. I can't think of why, but it just doesn't appeal to me for some reason. It's a bit frustrating that I can't get into it, actually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I understand ,and it's because you like a battle well fought (I think)*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*Hello friends! I have awoken from a decades-long slumber! I now crave the blood of the people who put me in the ground so long ago!*
*Haha, kidding, don't worry. I wouldn't hurt anyone.*
*Anywhoozle, I will be bringing in another character soon, as I have been quiet here for some time. I just need to finalize him first :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*YEYEYEYEYEY*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The wind seems to shift, the leaves in the tree's rustling that old familiar song. A door suddenly forms on a tree, opening on squeaky hinges as if it's always been there, just hidden from those who pass by. A man steps out, bonking his goat-like head against top of the doorframe. he curses in sylvan, standing up fully once out the door.
He is tall, at most 7', but perhaps a little over. He has the head of a goat, two pairs of gilded golden horns sprouting from the top of his head. His large, albeit floppy ears are pierced with many hoops of gold, gilded studs, and thick rings. His fur is the color of the night, his eyes are cat-like and the same color as his horns. His body is more humanoid than animal-like, his skin the same color as his fur. His lanky arms end in soft hands with long iron-colored nails. A pair of tails extend from his tail bone, long and sleep with a tuft of fur at the end.
He wears a simple white dress shirt with black buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with a pair of simple black dress pants and slip-on shoes tailored for his cloven hoof feet. He carries a small pig under one arm, the little thing snorting in curiosity as to where it is now.
The man looks around and sighs, "Well, my Suidae friend, we might've taken a wrong turn at the corner of reality and fantasy it seems." he sniffs the air "Smells like feywild, looks like feywild, must be feywild I assume." he laughs gently and sets the pig down "Go see if you can find some truffles or mushrooms, I'll make you something to eat later if you can."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A hulking shadow, at least 9 feet tall without its antlers, slinks out from behind the tree with the door in it. Its golden eyes burn gently as it steps out of the shade, opening an umbrella over its head as the edges of its black-and-gold duster flit out into the light. "Hello, handsome."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man jumps comically, the fur sticking up much like a cat's when frightened. He turns around and folds his arms "I'll have you know that if I had a real heart that I wouldve gone into cardiac arrest from that scare." he frowns playfully before smiling "hello to you to eggy"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The shadow gently takes the man's hand and brings it to its face. Egregore takes a deep sniff, then gives the hand a big, wet kiss, strings of silver saliva connecting his long, gilded tongue to the back of the goatman's palm. "Hello, Donn..." He murmurs, pulling his husband close, underneath the umbrella. "What is that dear swine's name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I was thinking Charlie or Stamos, some vaguely human for him." He said, smiling and nuzzling his nuzzle against Egregore's cheek "Friendly thing, one of my daughters wanted him so badly yet I am the one taking care of him."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That's how pets work, isn't it? You want their companionship, but you don't want to deal with the responsibilities. That's why kids have parents to help." His cheek is soft and squishy. Perfectly plump. He rubs his claws against Donn's jawline, massaging around his neck.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn snorts, letting out a laugh "Now I feel bad for all the pets I've seen, parents and children and such holding on to an animal."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Egregore nods. "I like to keep stuffed animals instead of real ones. If I'm feeling bad, odds are I'm not going to be able to care for a real animal anyway." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a strange plushie, resembling a red "orb" (it's been squished and squeezed and well-loved to the point of losing its shape) covered in eyes and mouths. It rattles with beans when he moves it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn beams and watches with apt fascination, "Interesting.. I have never seen something like that before. Does it have a name?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I always called her Lumpmallow. She's supposed to be a gibbering orb, but since she's stuffed she can't really fly. She was made with beans, so she's nice and hefty." He holds out the plush for Donn to take.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn takes it, examining it all over. How it feels, its weight, how it smells, which angle the light works best for it, its thread count, everything before handing it back with a wink "I approve"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Gooooooooood morning, my wonderful entities of chaos! 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)
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm doing okay. Taking a break from studying for my driver's test.*
*How about you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That's great! I wish you the best of luck with your driving test for when it arrives!*
*I'm doing okay as well- my day hasn't been particularly eventful, but it's nice to relax.*
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)