A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna is trying to sneak something from salem's char's pocket
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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
(Hello, everyone! Before I intro, I have a question for Jester: what does the environment outside the Draco look like? As in, is it a desert, or is it somethin' else? Just wanted to know so I could tweak my intro to fit. Also, Billy the Kid!)
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
*larry the cucumber in the good, the bad, and the silly* *Can I be a stealy orphan who works for deadeye?*
*i'm thinking harengon but is also a werebear*
*Yes you can plan an orphan that works for Deadeye, I love that idea, and I also love that you referenced Vegetales.*
*how could i not?*
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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
(Hello, everyone! Before I intro, I have a question for Jester: what does the environment outside the Draco look like? As in, is it a desert, or is it somethin' else? Just wanted to know so I could tweak my intro to fit. Also, Billy the Kid!)
*Outside the Draco is nothing but desert and the occasional rich city for miles around. There are some things in between, but mainly just desert.*
(Hello, everyone! Before I intro, I have a question for Jester: what does the environment outside the Draco look like? As in, is it a desert, or is it somethin' else? Just wanted to know so I could tweak my intro to fit. Also, Billy the Kid!)
*Outside the Draco is nothing but desert and the occasional rich city for miles around. There are some things in between, but mainly just desert.*
(I see. Thanks!)
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
A tiefling wearing a dusty overcoat on top of a vest, a shirt, some nice pants, and shin-high boots walks into the bar. On his head he wears a wide-brimmed Stetson style hat pulled down low, as well as a bandana covering his mouth and nose. On his hips he has two sheaths, each containing a long, curved knife, and he has dual revolvers stuffed into holsters on his thighs. Everything he is wearing along with whatever can be seen of his crimson-red skin is covered in a thin layer of sand. He breezes through the establishment, then sits down at the bar. He pulls down his bandana just enough for his mouth to not be covered. "One whiskey, please. Strongest ya have." He then allows a small smirk to play across his scarred lips.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"I ain't seen action in a bit, but i'd be happy to help." he chuckles.
“Happy to hear that pardner. Things ain’t lookin’ good as of recent, so a heist is likely to happen soon enough.”
"I'll stick around, so let me know."
He nods “Good, now we need somebody cleanin’ the kitchen and dealin’ with the kids, take yer pick.”
"Gimme the yunguns, i'll help."
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A tiefling wearing a dusty overcoat on top of a vest, a shirt, some nice pants, and shin-high boots walks into the bar. On his head he wears a wide-brimmed Stetson style hat pulled down low, as well as a bandana covering his mouth and nose. On his hips he has two sheaths, each containing a long, curved knife, and he has dual revolvers stuffed into holsters on his thighs. Everything he is wearing along with whatever can be seen of his crimson-red skin is covered in a thin layer of sand. He breezes through the establishment, then sits down at the bar. He pulls down his bandana just enough for his mouth to not be covered. "One whiskey, please. Strongest ya have." He then allows a small smirk to play across his scarred lips.
A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna sneaks up behind him, his fluffy feet hiding the sound, and tries to nick the bullets out of his revolver (sleight of hand19)
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
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
He cackles again, “Looks like I’m gettin’ old if my tells are that obvious.” He pours them another “It’s somethin’ like that, ain’t just my feet though. Ain’t no one expect me to be blind as a bat, less they expect me to see like one. What ya here for pardner?”
“Like I said.” He drains the cup again “If you really are a criminal mastermind, you need someone with skills like mine on your crew.”
He chuckles, “Really? Do I now? Ain’t that a thought.” He begins cleaning the finished glass with the rag “What’s yer name, I like you an’ knowin’ yer name might just help you earn yerself a spot.”
“Most people just call me Mac. Full name is Macallister Erza.”
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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!”
“Lucky you, ain’t that somethin’. Water is somethin’ scarce ‘round here.” He pours her another before putting the whiskey back.
She takes a big swig. "I heard. Something about the rich and "powerful" hoarding it. Doesn't surprise me all that much, it's the same thing no matter where you go it seems."
“That’s the thing bout the world, those with the money do whatever they want, a those without either start doin’ what they need to, or find themselves dead in a gutter somewhere.”
"Ain't it the truth. Speaking of doing what needs to done, I'm actually here seeking someone by the name of Deadeye. Know where I can look?" the Tabaxi asks as she finishes off her second glass of whiskey.
A tiefling wearing a dusty overcoat on top of a vest, a shirt, some nice pants, and shin-high boots walks into the bar. On his head he wears a wide-brimmed Stetson style hat pulled down low, as well as a bandana covering his mouth and nose. On his hips he has two sheaths, each containing a long, curved knife, and he has dual revolvers stuffed into holsters on his thighs. Everything he is wearing along with whatever can be seen of his crimson-red skin is covered in a thin layer of sand. He breezes through the establishment, then sits down at the bar. He pulls down his bandana just enough for his mouth to not be covered. "One whiskey, please. Strongest ya have." He then allows a small smirk to play across his scarred lips.
A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna sneaks up behind him, his fluffy feet hiding the sound, and tries to nick the bullets out of his revolver (sleight of hand25)
The tiefling seems to sense the presence of the harengon behind him, but dismisses it as nothing. He does, however, throw a quick glance behind him. (Perception: 10)
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
A tiefling wearing a dusty overcoat on top of a vest, a shirt, some nice pants, and shin-high boots walks into the bar. On his head he wears a wide-brimmed Stetson style hat pulled down low, as well as a bandana covering his mouth and nose. On his hips he has two sheaths, each containing a long, curved knife, and he has dual revolvers stuffed into holsters on his thighs. Everything he is wearing along with whatever can be seen of his crimson-red skin is covered in a thin layer of sand. He breezes through the establishment, then sits down at the bar. He pulls down his bandana just enough for his mouth to not be covered. "One whiskey, please. Strongest ya have." He then allows a small smirk to play across his scarred lips.
A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna sneaks up behind him, his fluffy feet hiding the sound, and tries to nick the bullets out of his revolver (sleight of hand25)
The tiefling seems to sense the presence of the harengon behind him, but dismisses it as nothing. He does, however, throw a quick glance behind him. (Perception: 9)
After clearing out his bullets, the harengon hops away
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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 tiefling wearing a dusty overcoat on top of a vest, a shirt, some nice pants, and shin-high boots walks into the bar. On his head he wears a wide-brimmed Stetson style hat pulled down low, as well as a bandana covering his mouth and nose. On his hips he has two sheaths, each containing a long, curved knife, and he has dual revolvers stuffed into holsters on his thighs. Everything he is wearing along with whatever can be seen of his crimson-red skin is covered in a thin layer of sand. He breezes through the establishment, then sits down at the bar. He pulls down his bandana just enough for his mouth to not be covered. "One whiskey, please. Strongest ya have." He then allows a small smirk to play across his scarred lips.
A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna sneaks up behind him, his fluffy feet hiding the sound, and tries to nick the bullets out of his revolver (sleight of hand25)
The tiefling seems to sense the presence of the harengon behind him, but dismisses it as nothing. He does, however, throw a quick glance behind him. (Perception: 9)
After clearing out his bullets, the harengon hops away
Deadeye taps his foot twice before turning to the kid "Hey! Get on back here ya yungun!"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Lucky you, ain’t that somethin’. Water is somethin’ scarce ‘round here.” He pours her another before putting the whiskey back.
She takes a big swig. "I heard. Something about the rich and "powerful" hoarding it. Doesn't surprise me all that much, it's the same thing no matter where you go it seems."
“That’s the thing bout the world, those with the money do whatever they want, a those without either start doin’ what they need to, or find themselves dead in a gutter somewhere.”
"Ain't it the truth. Speaking of doing what needs to done, I'm actually here seeking someone by the name of Deadeye. Know where I can look?" the Tabaxi asks as she finishes off her second glass of whiskey.
He adjust his glasses, carefully "Lookin' fer Deadeye huh? He's somewhere 'round here, last I remember he was servin' people in the saloon." He says, downing another whiskey.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
He cackles again, “Looks like I’m gettin’ old if my tells are that obvious.” He pours them another “It’s somethin’ like that, ain’t just my feet though. Ain’t no one expect me to be blind as a bat, less they expect me to see like one. What ya here for pardner?”
“Like I said.” He drains the cup again “If you really are a criminal mastermind, you need someone with skills like mine on your crew.”
He chuckles, “Really? Do I now? Ain’t that a thought.” He begins cleaning the finished glass with the rag “What’s yer name, I like you an’ knowin’ yer name might just help you earn yerself a spot.”
“Most people just call me Mac. Full name is Macallister Erza.”
He nods, tapping his finger on the counter "An' what are ya tryin' to do in my crew?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods “Good, now we need somebody cleanin’ the kitchen and dealin’ with the kids, take yer pick.”
*Yes you can plan an orphan that works for Deadeye, I love that idea, and I also love that you referenced Vegetales.*
*introducing.............. MAX!*
A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna is trying to sneak something from salem's char's pocket
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
(Hello, everyone! Before I intro, I have a question for Jester: what does the environment outside the Draco look like? As in, is it a desert, or is it somethin' else? Just wanted to know so I could tweak my intro to fit. Also, Billy the Kid!)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*how could i not?*
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
*Outside the Draco is nothing but desert and the occasional rich city for miles around. There are some things in between, but mainly just desert.*
(I see. Thanks!)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*Thank you for reigniting my passion for vegetables.*
A tiefling wearing a dusty overcoat on top of a vest, a shirt, some nice pants, and shin-high boots walks into the bar. On his head he wears a wide-brimmed Stetson style hat pulled down low, as well as a bandana covering his mouth and nose. On his hips he has two sheaths, each containing a long, curved knife, and he has dual revolvers stuffed into holsters on his thighs. Everything he is wearing along with whatever can be seen of his crimson-red skin is covered in a thin layer of sand. He breezes through the establishment, then sits down at the bar. He pulls down his bandana just enough for his mouth to not be covered. "One whiskey, please. Strongest ya have." He then allows a small smirk to play across his scarred lips.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
"Gimme the yunguns, i'll help."
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A scruffy little harengon in many-pocketed pants and a bandanna sneaks up behind him, his fluffy feet hiding the sound, and tries to nick the bullets out of his revolver (sleight of hand19)
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
“Most people just call me Mac. Full name is Macallister Erza.”
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!”
"Ain't it the truth. Speaking of doing what needs to done, I'm actually here seeking someone by the name of Deadeye. Know where I can look?" the Tabaxi asks as she finishes off her second glass of whiskey.
The tiefling seems to sense the presence of the harengon behind him, but dismisses it as nothing. He does, however, throw a quick glance behind him. (Perception: 10)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
After clearing out his bullets, the harengon hops away
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
The kobold looks around, then bangs on the table, and once more motions for water. He holds up a single Silver piece.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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He points to the door "You'll find em 'round the town. They're feisty fer sure."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Deadeye taps his foot twice before turning to the kid "Hey! Get on back here ya yungun!"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He adjust his glasses, carefully "Lookin' fer Deadeye huh? He's somewhere 'round here, last I remember he was servin' people in the saloon." He says, downing another whiskey.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods, tapping his finger on the counter "An' what are ya tryin' to do in my crew?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)