*i was just going through my old taverns. I have decided to bring one back for the holidays, but only one*
*Thats fun, I would say to bring back DAO, but I doubt it would live with so many of the players there gone.*
*i made a poll thread*
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Deadeye whistles using his fingers, calling some horses over, “It ain’t best fer the Draco ta get close. I ain’t tryin’ ta risk ‘em goin’ after the yungins ‘er anyone else who ain’t a fighter. We’re goin’ on horseback from here.” He mounts one, beginning to ride towards the city.
Stanley, after adjusting his crossbow and making sure his vials of poison are in order, hops aboard a horse to catch up with the rest of the group. They seem determined as they ride towards the shining city, looking at it and thinking back to years before. In the back of their mind, they wonder how the gardens are still holding up.
*I likely won't be able to post much for the rest of the night, but I wanted to leave this for Stanley to tag along on the heist. And with that, I bid you all adieu for tonight!*
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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)
Deadeye whistles using his fingers, calling some horses over, “It ain’t best fer the Draco ta get close. I ain’t tryin’ ta risk ‘em goin’ after the yungins ‘er anyone else who ain’t a fighter. We’re goin’ on horseback from here.” He mounts one, beginning to ride towards the city.
Revan takes one of the horses and begins following Deadeye towards the city.
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
He shakes his head, tapping the shield “This thing ain’t lettin’ anythin’ through. I can get inside though.”
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
He shakes his head, tapping the shield “This thing ain’t lettin’ anythin’ through. I can get inside though.”
"How?{"
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
He shakes his head, tapping the shield “This thing ain’t lettin’ anythin’ through. I can get inside though.”
"How?{"
“Watch this yungin.” He mutters some words, before appearing clear, and simply walking through.
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
He shakes his head, tapping the shield “This thing ain’t lettin’ anythin’ through. I can get inside though.”
"How?{"
“Watch this yungin.” He mutters some words, before appearing clear, and simply walking through.
"Can you let us in 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
He shakes his head, tapping the shield “This thing ain’t lettin’ anythin’ through. I can get inside though.”
"How?{"
“Watch this yungin.” He mutters some words, before appearing clear, and simply walking through.
"Can you let us in too?"
He nods, running his fingers over the runes on the ground, practiced work. He puts a finger over his lips to silence Max as he begins to work. After a few moments, the wards are down “Get movin’ everyone. The guards’ll notice after a bit.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Thats fun, I would say to bring back DAO, but I doubt it would live with so many of the players there gone.*
*i made a poll thread*
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*lookin forward to this, jester <3*
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Ill do my best to make it a fun time for everyone.*
Stanley, after adjusting his crossbow and making sure his vials of poison are in order, hops aboard a horse to catch up with the rest of the group. They seem determined as they ride towards the shining city, looking at it and thinking back to years before. In the back of their mind, they wonder how the gardens are still holding up.
*I likely won't be able to post much for the rest of the night, but I wanted to leave this for Stanley to tag along on the heist. And with that, I bid you all adieu for tonight!*
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)
Revan takes one of the horses and begins following Deadeye towards the city.
*hi*
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*hi*
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*And that’s likely everyone we are going to get, considering what’s happening with Baalze and Wendi, in real worried about them. Anyway.*
As they approach the city, things become clearer and clearer. What seems to be automatons fueled by steam guard the city from behind the wards, though few are seen, this place looks like it hasn’t experienced anything other than ridiculous abundance. Once they are in a place where the guards wouldn’t notice while next to the wards, a ‘blindspot’ (Pun intended) Deadeye noticed while making the maps, he gets off his horse. He walks up, feeling the wards, tapping his foot on the constantly shifting sands. He pushes up his sunglasses, which went down due to the wind. He mutters something,
"mr deadeye" max whispers while padding behind him. In the sandstorm, he's barely visible if it weren't for his bright red bandanna
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
He turns his head to them, tapping a finger against the wards, unable to get through, zapping his finger slightly every time “Yes Max?” Able to clearly ‘see’ them.
"We could try puttin' somethin' made of wood in there"
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
He shakes his head, tapping the shield “This thing ain’t lettin’ anythin’ through. I can get inside though.”
"How?{"
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“Watch this yungin.” He mutters some words, before appearing clear, and simply walking through.
"Can you let us in 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
He nods, running his fingers over the runes on the ground, practiced work. He puts a finger over his lips to silence Max as he begins to work. After a few moments, the wards are down “Get movin’ everyone. The guards’ll notice after a bit.”
Revan rushes in, ducking down and into the shadows as she waits for the others.
Mac hops off his horse and quickly moves in
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Stanley also rushes in, sticking to the shadows as well and doing their best to remain stealthy.
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)