"I guess... because you showed up. Showing up is a big deal. It takes a lot of courage sometimes." His voice is a soft bass, and his eyes twinkle gently in the dark behind his mask.
She doesn't look twice at his physical appearance, sitting down politely
He pulls some white, fluffy-looking lumps out of his pocket. "What kind of tea would you like? Anything goes. Licorice, apple, classic chai, pumpkin spice chai, vanilla chai... almost anything you can think of. I myself prefer a good biscuit-flavored tea with some honey and cream."
"Mint, if you have it."
"Ah, an excellent choice." He places the lumps into a tea kettle, then does some magical-looking hand gestures. The kettle whistles. The smell of peppermint fills the air. "It's important to practice the fundamentals. It's exhausting, but I try to put a little magic into everything." He bows and pours some mint tea into Felicity's little flower-decorated bone china teacup.
she sips. "it's really good"
"Really?" He tilts his head. It hangs a little bit further to the side than humanoid muscle would allow for. He quickly rights it with his hands, moving away as though ashamed. "I-I never made mint tea before. I'm so happy you enjoy it." He pulls out a tiny key and places it in his tie, unlocking and relocking it.
"what's that"
"Just helps me keep my head on tight. Can't have it falling off in the middle of a tea party, right?"
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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 guess... because you showed up. Showing up is a big deal. It takes a lot of courage sometimes." His voice is a soft bass, and his eyes twinkle gently in the dark behind his mask.
She doesn't look twice at his physical appearance, sitting down politely
He pulls some white, fluffy-looking lumps out of his pocket. "What kind of tea would you like? Anything goes. Licorice, apple, classic chai, pumpkin spice chai, vanilla chai... almost anything you can think of. I myself prefer a good biscuit-flavored tea with some honey and cream."
"Mint, if you have it."
"Ah, an excellent choice." He places the lumps into a tea kettle, then does some magical-looking hand gestures. The kettle whistles. The smell of peppermint fills the air. "It's important to practice the fundamentals. It's exhausting, but I try to put a little magic into everything." He bows and pours some mint tea into Felicity's little flower-decorated bone china teacup.
she sips. "it's really good"
"Really?" He tilts his head. It hangs a little bit further to the side than humanoid muscle would allow for. He quickly rights it with his hands, moving away as though ashamed. "I-I never made mint tea before. I'm so happy you enjoy it." He pulls out a tiny key and places it in his tie, unlocking and relocking it.
"what's that"
"Just helps me keep my head on tight. Can't have it falling off in the middle of a tea party, right?"
"You're dead too?"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Just helps me keep my head on tight. Can't have it falling off in the middle of a tea party, right?"
"You're dead too?"
"Not quite. I'm... something else. I think I used to be alive, but my biological processes have changed over time. In other words, by a technicality, I'm not alive nor dead."
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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.
“Good. Do not want to lose you to the winds. Have you ever been to this castle before?”
"Never, miss. I don't think I'd be welcome"
“Do not worry. I’ll make sure you’re welcome.”
"You don't have to. I just put people off their meals"
*i got 15 mins*
“Hah. If they have trouble eating after seeing you, that is their fault. We both are beautifully different from those of are kind, and we have no choice on others opinions, but that means nothing.”
"You're very kind, but I'm afraid the court won't like me, even if it is only based on how I look. How close are we?"
“At the rate we’re going, half an hour. If there is anything to be frightened of, it would be me, not you nor this court.”
"Alright, miss. I just worry that I won't make it past the gates. Most fortresses are designed to keep monsters out"
“Hey! Don’t call yourself that. Do you not think for yourself? A monster is a mindless being bent on destruction. You are not one of those. A monster thinks only for its own survival. You are not that. A monster finds pleasure in their worst actions. YOU are not that.”
"Sorry, maam. I only meant--"
“I know what you meant, but a mind set like that will lead to self-loathing, and you are too young for that.”
"I'm sorry." she brushes hair out of her face, but the wind messes it up again.
Thint sighs. “Don’t be. That was an overreaction on my part. But do not compare yourself to creatures below even beasts. You can fix your hair once we land.”
"Yes, miss thint." she is quiet for the rest of the flight, but seems happy
Once the castle comes into view, it gradually grows until Thint lands just outside the gate. “If they try to harm you, for whatever reason, call me. Understood?”
*I feel we should wait for Summoning_Dark cause I’m pretty sure they’re the ruler?*
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
The purple dragon, with somewhat translucent scales that allow a blurred view of the skeleton and organs, two extra wings on the tail that is longer then twice the body, and a second pair of chameleon like eyes with no order to their random movements, locks eyes with you. On its back a girl rests (Fry’s character). A voice intrudes the kings mind. “Hello your majesty.”
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
The purple dragon, with somewhat translucent scales that allow a blurred view of the skeleton and organs, two extra wings on the tail that is longer then twice the body, and a second pair of chameleon like eyes with no order to their random movements, locks eyes with you. On its back a girl rests (Fry’s character). A voice intrudes the kings mind. “Hello your majesty.”
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
A strange man plays in the leaves out in the woods, laughing joyously. He wears a tophat, a four-eyed ceramic mask, and a metal bowtie with a keyhole, but the rest of his white, vampire-esque clothing seems to be made of flesh. Shielded eyes for the buttons, wings for a cape, dark pigmentation on his seven-fingered hands for gloves, sharp teeth sticking out along his high collar... he's not a man, but some sort of creature designed to look like a man in a fancy suit.
*Just gonna repost this intro since I feel like playing with him today and I'm feeling quite chill.*
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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.
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
The purple dragon, with somewhat translucent scales that allow a blurred view of the skeleton and organs, two extra wings on the tail that is longer then twice the body, and a second pair of chameleon like eyes with no order to their random movements, locks eyes with you. On its back a girl rests (Fry’s character). A voice intrudes the kings mind. “Hello your majesty.”
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
"I am Thint, Vessel of the Curious Beast, Harbinger of Knowledge, and youngest of my siblings. I come to your nation for I have heard that you are in a perpetual harvest of crops. While my knowledge is vast, agriculturally I am less acquainted. I was wondering if you could give me a few tips on the trade. The child on my back is Felicity, one of your own. She decided to join me on my travel."
A strange man plays in the leaves out in the woods, laughing joyously. He wears a tophat, a four-eyed ceramic mask, and a metal bowtie with a keyhole, but the rest of his white, vampire-esque clothing seems to be made of flesh. Shielded eyes for the buttons, wings for a cape, dark pigmentation on his seven-fingered hands for gloves, sharp teeth sticking out along his high collar... he's not a man, but some sort of creature designed to look like a man in a fancy suit.
*Just gonna repost this intro since I feel like playing with him today and I'm feeling quite chill.*
Several of the leaves swirl up into the air in a funnel of cast off autumn foliage. They clump together, forming the tall figure of the Autumn King in his jack-o'-lantern helmet and goose feather cloak. "Hello, merry maker. Are you new to this realm?"
A strange man plays in the leaves out in the woods, laughing joyously. He wears a tophat, a four-eyed ceramic mask, and a metal bowtie with a keyhole, but the rest of his white, vampire-esque clothing seems to be made of flesh. Shielded eyes for the buttons, wings for a cape, dark pigmentation on his seven-fingered hands for gloves, sharp teeth sticking out along his high collar... he's not a man, but some sort of creature designed to look like a man in a fancy suit.
*Just gonna repost this intro since I feel like playing with him today and I'm feeling quite chill.*
Several of the leaves swirl up into the air in a funnel of cast off autumn foliage. They clump together, forming the tall figure of the Autumn King in his jack-o'-lantern helmet and goose feather cloak. "Hello, merry maker. Are you new to this realm?"
"Oh, quite so, sir!" He jumps to his feet. "This world is so beautiful! Look at all the colors! My world is mostly greys and reds! I thought my stylings were a bit flamboyant, but now I see that they're nothing compared to this place! And apples! I've never had an apple before! And they just fall from these weird towers here! Unbelievable!"
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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.
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
The purple dragon, with somewhat translucent scales that allow a blurred view of the skeleton and organs, two extra wings on the tail that is longer then twice the body, and a second pair of chameleon like eyes with no order to their random movements, locks eyes with you. On its back a girl rests (Fry’s character). A voice intrudes the kings mind. “Hello your majesty.”
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
"I am Thint, Vessel of the Curious Beast, Harbinger of Knowledge, and youngest of my siblings. I come to your nation for I have heard that you are in a perpetual harvest of crops. While my knowledge is vast, agriculturally I am less acquainted. I was wondering if you could give me a few tips on the trade. The child on my back is Felicity, one of your own. She decided to join me on my travel."
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
A strange man plays in the leaves out in the woods, laughing joyously. He wears a tophat, a four-eyed ceramic mask, and a metal bowtie with a keyhole, but the rest of his white, vampire-esque clothing seems to be made of flesh. Shielded eyes for the buttons, wings for a cape, dark pigmentation on his seven-fingered hands for gloves, sharp teeth sticking out along his high collar... he's not a man, but some sort of creature designed to look like a man in a fancy suit.
*Just gonna repost this intro since I feel like playing with him today and I'm feeling quite chill.*
Several of the leaves swirl up into the air in a funnel of cast off autumn foliage. They clump together, forming the tall figure of the Autumn King in his jack-o'-lantern helmet and goose feather cloak. "Hello, merry maker. Are you new to this realm?"
"Oh, quite so, sir!" He jumps to his feet. "This world is so beautiful! Look at all the colors! My world is mostly greys and reds! I thought my stylings were a bit flamboyant, but now I see that they're nothing compared to this place! And apples! I've never had an apple before! And they just fall from these weird towers here! Unbelievable!"
The jagged grin on his pumpkin head seems to crack wider, "Those towers are known as trees and I'm delighted that my kingdom is to your liking. I like my dying to be stylish. Where do you hail from? It sounds like a world very far from here."
A strange man plays in the leaves out in the woods, laughing joyously. He wears a tophat, a four-eyed ceramic mask, and a metal bowtie with a keyhole, but the rest of his white, vampire-esque clothing seems to be made of flesh. Shielded eyes for the buttons, wings for a cape, dark pigmentation on his seven-fingered hands for gloves, sharp teeth sticking out along his high collar... he's not a man, but some sort of creature designed to look like a man in a fancy suit.
*Just gonna repost this intro since I feel like playing with him today and I'm feeling quite chill.*
Several of the leaves swirl up into the air in a funnel of cast off autumn foliage. They clump together, forming the tall figure of the Autumn King in his jack-o'-lantern helmet and goose feather cloak. "Hello, merry maker. Are you new to this realm?"
"Oh, quite so, sir!" He jumps to his feet. "This world is so beautiful! Look at all the colors! My world is mostly greys and reds! I thought my stylings were a bit flamboyant, but now I see that they're nothing compared to this place! And apples! I've never had an apple before! And they just fall from these weird towers here! Unbelievable!"
The jagged grin on his pumpkin head seems to crack wider, "Those towers are known as trees and I'm delighted that my kingdom is to your liking. I like my dying to be stylish. Where do you hail from? It sounds like a world very far from here."
"I don't think it has a name. It's dying, sadly. Dying things are typically stripped of their names there. Not enough to go around. This world seems to have a great many names though. I was even able to make one for myself out of some bits and bobs lying around. Szeru! I've never had a name before! They just called me 'the freak' or 'the mage.' That is, when they felt that their superiors wouldn't kill them for referring to me at all." He suddenly thinks for a moment about what the King had said. "Oh! You are the king of these lands! Hmm... I never heard the word 'king' before. A ruler who is given their position hereditarily? Doesn't sound like a good system, but better than ours. We just obey whoever's the scariest."
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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.
“Good. Do not want to lose you to the winds. Have you ever been to this castle before?”
"Never, miss. I don't think I'd be welcome"
“Do not worry. I’ll make sure you’re welcome.”
"You don't have to. I just put people off their meals"
*i got 15 mins*
“Hah. If they have trouble eating after seeing you, that is their fault. We both are beautifully different from those of are kind, and we have no choice on others opinions, but that means nothing.”
"You're very kind, but I'm afraid the court won't like me, even if it is only based on how I look. How close are we?"
“At the rate we’re going, half an hour. If there is anything to be frightened of, it would be me, not you nor this court.”
"Alright, miss. I just worry that I won't make it past the gates. Most fortresses are designed to keep monsters out"
“Hey! Don’t call yourself that. Do you not think for yourself? A monster is a mindless being bent on destruction. You are not one of those. A monster thinks only for its own survival. You are not that. A monster finds pleasure in their worst actions. YOU are not that.”
"Sorry, maam. I only meant--"
“I know what you meant, but a mind set like that will lead to self-loathing, and you are too young for that.”
"I'm sorry." she brushes hair out of her face, but the wind messes it up again.
Thint sighs. “Don’t be. That was an overreaction on my part. But do not compare yourself to creatures below even beasts. You can fix your hair once we land.”
"Yes, miss thint." she is quiet for the rest of the flight, but seems happy
Once the castle comes into view, it gradually grows until Thint lands just outside the gate. “If they try to harm you, for whatever reason, call me. Understood?”
*I feel we should wait for Summoning_Dark cause I’m pretty sure they’re the ruler?*
*Just cause I know you’re on now*
*yeah*
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
The purple dragon, with somewhat translucent scales that allow a blurred view of the skeleton and organs, two extra wings on the tail that is longer then twice the body, and a second pair of chameleon like eyes with no order to their random movements, locks eyes with you. On its back a girl rests (Fry’s character). A voice intrudes the kings mind. “Hello your majesty.”
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
"I am Thint, Vessel of the Curious Beast, Harbinger of Knowledge, and youngest of my siblings. I come to your nation for I have heard that you are in a perpetual harvest of crops. While my knowledge is vast, agriculturally I am less acquainted. I was wondering if you could give me a few tips on the trade. The child on my back is Felicity, one of your own. She decided to join me on my travel."
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"Just helps me keep my head on tight. Can't have it falling off in the middle of a tea party, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're dead too?"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Not quite. I'm... something else. I think I used to be alive, but my biological processes have changed over time. In other words, by a technicality, I'm not alive nor dead."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Just cause I know you’re on now*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It is quite a blusterous day. The wind thrashes the air, tearing leaves from their branches and causing the fields of wheat and corn to ripple in agricultural waves. Augustus stands on a bald headed hill. His goose feather cape flaps in the wind and his bare arms are spread wide. His leaf maned head is tossed back and his eyes are closed.
He feels the presence of a grand creature as a dragon flies over him and towards the keep.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He opens his candlelight eyes and watches the beast pass overhead. The wind calms as he does so, and his form shatters into a cloud of autumn leaves that twist and tumble away in the breeze.
The dragon sees a figure walk out onto an open aired tower of the castle. He wears a jack-o'-lantern on his head, a goose feathered cape around his shoulders, and pinecone scale mail on his chest. He grips a smile curved scythe in one of his hands. The King is waiting for you.
*Hello! I live today :3*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The purple dragon, with somewhat translucent scales that allow a blurred view of the skeleton and organs, two extra wings on the tail that is longer then twice the body, and a second pair of chameleon like eyes with no order to their random movements, locks eyes with you. On its back a girl rests (Fry’s character). A voice intrudes the kings mind. “Hello your majesty.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Howdy! That's wonderful!*
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
*Just gonna repost this intro since I feel like playing with him today and I'm feeling quite chill.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am Thint, Vessel of the Curious Beast, Harbinger of Knowledge, and youngest of my siblings. I come to your nation for I have heard that you are in a perpetual harvest of crops. While my knowledge is vast, agriculturally I am less acquainted. I was wondering if you could give me a few tips on the trade. The child on my back is Felicity, one of your own. She decided to join me on my travel."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Several of the leaves swirl up into the air in a funnel of cast off autumn foliage. They clump together, forming the tall figure of the Autumn King in his jack-o'-lantern helmet and goose feather cloak. "Hello, merry maker. Are you new to this realm?"
"Oh, quite so, sir!" He jumps to his feet. "This world is so beautiful! Look at all the colors! My world is mostly greys and reds! I thought my stylings were a bit flamboyant, but now I see that they're nothing compared to this place! And apples! I've never had an apple before! And they just fall from these weird towers here! Unbelievable!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
The jagged grin on his pumpkin head seems to crack wider, "Those towers are known as trees and I'm delighted that my kingdom is to your liking. I like my dying to be stylish. Where do you hail from? It sounds like a world very far from here."
"I don't think it has a name. It's dying, sadly. Dying things are typically stripped of their names there. Not enough to go around. This world seems to have a great many names though. I was even able to make one for myself out of some bits and bobs lying around. Szeru! I've never had a name before! They just called me 'the freak' or 'the mage.' That is, when they felt that their superiors wouldn't kill them for referring to me at all." He suddenly thinks for a moment about what the King had said. "Oh! You are the king of these lands! Hmm... I never heard the word 'king' before. A ruler who is given their position hereditarily? Doesn't sound like a good system, but better than ours. We just obey whoever's the scariest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*yeah*
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"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
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