A strange specter-like creature floats through the air. Its outlines are black and dark gray. It wears a black helmet that seems to weigh it down and pain it.
Rp, anyone?
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
A bit always from a dirt path, which leads to the nearest small town of Caneshire, covered in snow and in frozen leaves, is a small campsite. A few logs around a fire, where a pot is cooking something up, which smells delicious. There is only one person at the camp, a teenage boy, it seems, dressed in furs and warm clothing. His hair… seems not to be hair, but instead a swirl of whipped cream, and he has antlers, only about four inches tall, made of chocolate wafer sticks. His nose is red and runny, and he’s sipping a drink from a flask, piping hot despite the inhospitable weather.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
He waves cheerily, inviting him to sit with them. He stirs whatever is in the pot, a smile on his face.
The figure seems to speed up a little bit, getting closer.
He quickly dishes up a bowl of whatever was in the pot, some sort of stew, and produces a pumpkin pie. Once the figure gets close enough, he offers it to them.
The figure, which turns out to be a large, furry caterpillar, snarfs both of the dishes, and pauses for a second. The caterpillar's eyes, which were previously large, shrink to a smaller size. It rears up, and begins to speak. "Whew, thanks. This form kinda just goes insane when it's hungry, which is always. I'd really prefer to be cocooned in this weather, but you know how it is with those mortals and their summonings. Every few years, they want you to wish them a bountiful harvest or something like that. By the way, I'm Larvana. Who're you?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A bit always from a dirt path, which leads to the nearest small town of Caneshire, covered in snow and in frozen leaves, is a small campsite. A few logs around a fire, where a pot is cooking something up, which smells delicious. There is only one person at the camp, a teenage boy, it seems, dressed in furs and warm clothing. His hair… seems not to be hair, but instead a swirl of whipped cream, and he has antlers, only about four inches tall, made of chocolate wafer sticks. His nose is red and runny, and he’s sipping a drink from a flask, piping hot despite the inhospitable weather.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
He waves cheerily, inviting him to sit with them. He stirs whatever is in the pot, a smile on his face.
The figure seems to speed up a little bit, getting closer.
He quickly dishes up a bowl of whatever was in the pot, some sort of stew, and produces a pumpkin pie. Once the figure gets close enough, he offers it to them.
The figure, which turns out to be a large, furry caterpillar, snarfs both of the dishes, and pauses for a second. The caterpillar's eyes, which were previously large, shrink to a smaller size. It rears up, and begins to speak. "Whew, thanks. This form kinda just goes insane when it's hungry, which is always. I'd really prefer to be cocooned in this weather, but you know how it is with those mortals and their summonings. Every few years, they want you to wish them a bountiful harvest or something like that. By the way, I'm Larvana. Who're you?"
Both of the foods have the same effect as the spells goodberry and heroism on the figure when they eat it.
”Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Why don’t you sit around the fire? It’s dreadfully cold around here.”
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
He chuckles at the comment on his smell, raising an arm to smell under there, his face not changing as he laughs “Yep, still can’t smell a thing. Sorry ‘bout that dude, I’ll make sure to fix that up when I get the chance, and don’t worry about being rude to me, I don’t really care all that much about manners.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms down “Ah, out of curiosity, what kind of girls you like? Or guys, I don’t judge.” He asks, obviously curious to know.
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
He chuckles at the comment on his smell, raising an arm to smell under there, his face not changing as he laughs “Yep, still can’t smell a thing. Sorry ‘bout that dude, I’ll make sure to fix that up when I get the chance, and don’t worry about being rude to me, I don’t really care all that much about manners.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms down “Ah, out of curiosity, what kind of girls you like? Or guys, I don’t judge.” He asks, obviously curious to know.
The boy sits there, mouth agape and says 'Umm...I don't really uhh...like anybody...It's umm...never mind.' He shifts awkwardly again and quickly tries to shift the topic back to area of expertise, offering again to help the man with his odour. 'I'm particularly skilled in creating fragrances tailored to a particularly person y'know? You look like a dark chocolate, blue raspberry and cedar wood type guy to me. Want a demo?' The air around the boy is then filled with that exact, soothing scent. It's very pleasant, though easily overpowers any other smells in the area without being offputting or intrusive.
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
He chuckles at the comment on his smell, raising an arm to smell under there, his face not changing as he laughs “Yep, still can’t smell a thing. Sorry ‘bout that dude, I’ll make sure to fix that up when I get the chance, and don’t worry about being rude to me, I don’t really care all that much about manners.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms down “Ah, out of curiosity, what kind of girls you like? Or guys, I don’t judge.” He asks, obviously curious to know.
The boy sits there, mouth agape and says 'Umm...I don't really uhh...like anybody...It's umm...never mind.' He shifts awkwardly again and quickly tries to shift the topic back to area of expertise, offering again to help the man with his odour. 'I'm particularly skilled in creating fragrances tailored to a particularly person y'know? You look like a dark chocolate, blue raspberry and cedar wood type guy to me. Want a demo?' The air around the boy is then filled with that exact, soothing scent. It's very pleasant, though easily overpowers any other smells in the area without being offputting or intrusive.
He sniff the air, expecting the smell something but he just shrugs “Either it isn’t there or I can’t smell it, sorry ‘bout that dude, but I’ll take whatever you’re willing to offer. I understand not liking anybody, and not lying to a stranger when you easily could have. Respect.” He says, bumping his fist against their shoulder “If I stink that bad, I’ll just go back to the apartment and take a shower.”
”Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Why don’t you sit around the fire? It’s dreadfully cold around here.”
She curls up gracefully. "Thank you. I'm not meant to be in this type of climate."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
He chuckles at the comment on his smell, raising an arm to smell under there, his face not changing as he laughs “Yep, still can’t smell a thing. Sorry ‘bout that dude, I’ll make sure to fix that up when I get the chance, and don’t worry about being rude to me, I don’t really care all that much about manners.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms down “Ah, out of curiosity, what kind of girls you like? Or guys, I don’t judge.” He asks, obviously curious to know.
The boy sits there, mouth agape and says 'Umm...I don't really uhh...like anybody...It's umm...never mind.' He shifts awkwardly again and quickly tries to shift the topic back to area of expertise, offering again to help the man with his odour. 'I'm particularly skilled in creating fragrances tailored to a particularly person y'know? You look like a dark chocolate, blue raspberry and cedar wood type guy to me. Want a demo?' The air around the boy is then filled with that exact, soothing scent. It's very pleasant, though easily overpowers any other smells in the area without being offputting or intrusive.
He sniff the air, expecting the smell something but he just shrugs “Either it isn’t there or I can’t smell it, sorry ‘bout that dude, but I’ll take whatever you’re willing to offer. I understand not liking anybody, and not lying to a stranger when you easily could have. Respect.” He says, bumping his fist against their shoulder “If I stink that bad, I’ll just go back to the apartment and take a shower.”
The boy smiles and says 'I can tell that you're not lying about not being able to smell it either, as I've already applied it to you.' They grin and continue with 'I'm still on the hunt for a place to stay myself. I'm particularly after one of the cottages on the outside of town; nice and close to the meadows, with beautiful views of the mountains, whilst still close enough to the town centre so I'm still connected. Should be a nice place to relax and unwind, when I get it.'
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
He chuckles at the comment on his smell, raising an arm to smell under there, his face not changing as he laughs “Yep, still can’t smell a thing. Sorry ‘bout that dude, I’ll make sure to fix that up when I get the chance, and don’t worry about being rude to me, I don’t really care all that much about manners.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms down “Ah, out of curiosity, what kind of girls you like? Or guys, I don’t judge.” He asks, obviously curious to know.
The boy sits there, mouth agape and says 'Umm...I don't really uhh...like anybody...It's umm...never mind.' He shifts awkwardly again and quickly tries to shift the topic back to area of expertise, offering again to help the man with his odour. 'I'm particularly skilled in creating fragrances tailored to a particularly person y'know? You look like a dark chocolate, blue raspberry and cedar wood type guy to me. Want a demo?' The air around the boy is then filled with that exact, soothing scent. It's very pleasant, though easily overpowers any other smells in the area without being offputting or intrusive.
He sniff the air, expecting the smell something but he just shrugs “Either it isn’t there or I can’t smell it, sorry ‘bout that dude, but I’ll take whatever you’re willing to offer. I understand not liking anybody, and not lying to a stranger when you easily could have. Respect.” He says, bumping his fist against their shoulder “If I stink that bad, I’ll just go back to the apartment and take a shower.”
The boy smiles and says 'I can tell that you're not lying about not being able to smell it either, as I've already applied it to you.' They grin and continue with 'I'm still on the hunt for a place to stay myself. I'm particularly after one of the cottages on the outside of town; nice and close to the meadows, with beautiful views of the mountains, whilst still close enough to the town centre so I'm still connected. Should be a nice place to relax and unwind, when I get it.'
“Yeah, some place more chill where you don’t have to deal with the hustle and bustle of the city. Sounds fun, though I couldn’t with my job being so deep into the city, you know man?” He says, sighing, smiling softly “And I couldn’t move all my stuff to one of the those cottages without some help. Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, who’re you?”
The boy, now getting out of his seat, smiles and says 'Oh, I'm nobody, you don't need to worry about it. Chances are we won't ever run into each other again, seeing as there's so many people here.' He then walks away, seemingly taking some quiet pride in his anonymity.
The boy, now getting out of his seat, smiles and says 'Oh, I'm nobody, you don't need to worry about it. Chances are we won't ever run into each other again, seeing as there's so many people here.' He then walks away, seemingly taking some quiet pride in his anonymity.
He shrugs and lets the guy off “Welp, if we see each other again, best to ya buddy.” He pays for the drink he got as the shop, leaving a good enough tip to be liked by the people working there before heading off, hands in his pockets.
”Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Why don’t you sit around the fire? It’s dreadfully cold around here.”
She curls up gracefully. "Thank you. I'm not meant to be in this type of climate."
The fire is unnaturally warm, but just warm enough so that she is comfortable. Despite the fact it’s lightly snowing, it feels like the two of them are inside next to a fireplace. “I was thinkin’ of traveling to that nearby town, whatever its name was… they’re havin’ a big Ol’ feast in a day or two, and I’d love to be there. Care to join me?”
”Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Why don’t you sit around the fire? It’s dreadfully cold around here.”
She curls up gracefully. "Thank you. I'm not meant to be in this type of climate."
The fire is unnaturally warm, but just warm enough so that she is comfortable. Despite the fact it’s lightly snowing, it feels like the two of them are inside next to a fireplace. “I was thinkin’ of traveling to that nearby town, whatever its name was… they’re havin’ a big Ol’ feast in a day or two, and I’d love to be there. Care to join me?”
"Yes, please. This body is made for feasting."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
”Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Why don’t you sit around the fire? It’s dreadfully cold around here.”
She curls up gracefully. "Thank you. I'm not meant to be in this type of climate."
The fire is unnaturally warm, but just warm enough so that she is comfortable. Despite the fact it’s lightly snowing, it feels like the two of them are inside next to a fireplace. “I was thinkin’ of traveling to that nearby town, whatever its name was… they’re havin’ a big Ol’ feast in a day or two, and I’d love to be there. Care to join me?”
A boy in the town you speak of, who has just turned 18, is celebrating the ending of the last year he will live with his parents. His slender 5'7" frame stands outside his parents home, with his few possessions, and begins walking down the white snowy road to the feast. His mind is alive with hopes for the future, and wonders where his next year will take him. His name...is Arronlion, a mortal young man, with an open mind, and open heart, and a desire to become the best he was meant to be. He thinks of his desired future, a story writer of the supernatural, an investigator of the unknown, and a dreamer of the future beyond mortality.
His black eyes stare out to the lights of the festival he is coming upon, and looks up at the clear night sky, watching the beautiful snowflakes falling gently. The cool, clear, and windless air he inhales, and he smiles. The world looks clear and clean, a gorgeous blank slate, like his life, that he has yet to make his mark on. He says a prayer to any who will hear, asking for guidance towards his future.
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A divine note rings out across the road, echoing clear and loud, as a holy light shines upon the alley, slowly condensing into a seemingly young woman, but her eyes betray a sence of age. She is wearing a dress styled like a music staff, notes appearing and disappearing in time with the etheral music haunting the road. A melodius and relaxing voice speaks, cutting through the echos of the music. "You called...? I heard a mortal invoke my name... 'Tis I, Melodia, Goddess of Voice..."
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... I'm the ruler of all feline kind. Idk what else to say.
A divine note rings out across the road, echoing clear and loud, as a holy light shines upon the alley, slowly condensing into a seemingly young woman, but her eyes betray a sence of age. She is wearing a dress styled like a music staff, notes appearing and disappearing in time with the etheral music haunting the road. A melodius and relaxing voice speaks, cutting through the echos of the music. "You called...? I heard a mortal invoke my name... 'Tis I, Melodia, Goddess of Voice..."
He rubs his eyes, unbelieving of what he is beholding though he has always believed such things were possible. In his stunned state, all he can say is "You...you speak to me?"
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"Yes. It is not often a mortal invokes my name anymore... I take special care to personally invoke each and every boon I am asked of! Now. Lets talk buisness." I snap, and musical notes fly from my dress and form two chairs and a table. I sit down in one of the chairs, and gesture towards the other. "Now... I heard you say that you 'have a big voice to make'... No, no... that doesn't make sence... Hmm... Well, no matter. What could I help you with?"
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... I'm the ruler of all feline kind. Idk what else to say.
"Yes. It is not often a mortal invokes my name anymore... I take special care to personally invoke each and every boon I am asked of! Now. Lets talk buisness." I snap, and musical notes fly from my dress and form two chairs and a table. I sit down in one of the chairs, and gesture towards the other. "Now... I heard you say that you 'have a big voice to make'... No, no... that doesn't make sence... Hmm... Well, no matter. What could I help you with?"
He steps forward, seating himself slowly, "Uh...well, I...I wanted to know how to reach my future...whatever that may be. Do you...know what I will be, or how to get there?"
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Rp, anyone?
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
PRAISE JEFF!
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The figure, which turns out to be a large, furry caterpillar, snarfs both of the dishes, and pauses for a second. The caterpillar's eyes, which were previously large, shrink to a smaller size. It rears up, and begins to speak. "Whew, thanks. This form kinda just goes insane when it's hungry, which is always. I'd really prefer to be cocooned in this weather, but you know how it is with those mortals and their summonings. Every few years, they want you to wish them a bountiful harvest or something like that. By the way, I'm Larvana. Who're you?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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TheDragonTamer, wanna rp?
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
PRAISE JEFF!
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*sorry, I'm about to be busy*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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Both of the foods have the same effect as the spells goodberry and heroism on the figure when they eat it.
”Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Why don’t you sit around the fire? It’s dreadfully cold around here.”
He chuckles at the comment on his smell, raising an arm to smell under there, his face not changing as he laughs “Yep, still can’t smell a thing. Sorry ‘bout that dude, I’ll make sure to fix that up when I get the chance, and don’t worry about being rude to me, I don’t really care all that much about manners.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms down “Ah, out of curiosity, what kind of girls you like? Or guys, I don’t judge.” He asks, obviously curious to know.
The boy sits there, mouth agape and says 'Umm...I don't really uhh...like anybody...It's umm...never mind.' He shifts awkwardly again and quickly tries to shift the topic back to area of expertise, offering again to help the man with his odour. 'I'm particularly skilled in creating fragrances tailored to a particularly person y'know? You look like a dark chocolate, blue raspberry and cedar wood type guy to me. Want a demo?' The air around the boy is then filled with that exact, soothing scent. It's very pleasant, though easily overpowers any other smells in the area without being offputting or intrusive.
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He sniff the air, expecting the smell something but he just shrugs “Either it isn’t there or I can’t smell it, sorry ‘bout that dude, but I’ll take whatever you’re willing to offer. I understand not liking anybody, and not lying to a stranger when you easily could have. Respect.” He says, bumping his fist against their shoulder “If I stink that bad, I’ll just go back to the apartment and take a shower.”
She curls up gracefully. "Thank you. I'm not meant to be in this type of climate."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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The boy smiles and says 'I can tell that you're not lying about not being able to smell it either, as I've already applied it to you.' They grin and continue with 'I'm still on the hunt for a place to stay myself. I'm particularly after one of the cottages on the outside of town; nice and close to the meadows, with beautiful views of the mountains, whilst still close enough to the town centre so I'm still connected. Should be a nice place to relax and unwind, when I get it.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
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“Yeah, some place more chill where you don’t have to deal with the hustle and bustle of the city. Sounds fun, though I couldn’t with my job being so deep into the city, you know man?” He says, sighing, smiling softly “And I couldn’t move all my stuff to one of the those cottages without some help. Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, who’re you?”
[Cut with Jester]
The boy, now getting out of his seat, smiles and says 'Oh, I'm nobody, you don't need to worry about it. Chances are we won't ever run into each other again, seeing as there's so many people here.' He then walks away, seemingly taking some quiet pride in his anonymity.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He shrugs and lets the guy off “Welp, if we see each other again, best to ya buddy.” He pays for the drink he got as the shop, leaving a good enough tip to be liked by the people working there before heading off, hands in his pockets.
The fire is unnaturally warm, but just warm enough so that she is comfortable. Despite the fact it’s lightly snowing, it feels like the two of them are inside next to a fireplace. “I was thinkin’ of traveling to that nearby town, whatever its name was… they’re havin’ a big Ol’ feast in a day or two, and I’d love to be there. Care to join me?”
"Yes, please. This body is made for feasting."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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A boy in the town you speak of, who has just turned 18, is celebrating the ending of the last year he will live with his parents. His slender 5'7" frame stands outside his parents home, with his few possessions, and begins walking down the white snowy road to the feast. His mind is alive with hopes for the future, and wonders where his next year will take him. His name...is Arronlion, a mortal young man, with an open mind, and open heart, and a desire to become the best he was meant to be. He thinks of his desired future, a story writer of the supernatural, an investigator of the unknown, and a dreamer of the future beyond mortality.
His black eyes stare out to the lights of the festival he is coming upon, and looks up at the clear night sky, watching the beautiful snowflakes falling gently. The cool, clear, and windless air he inhales, and he smiles. The world looks clear and clean, a gorgeous blank slate, like his life, that he has yet to make his mark on. He says a prayer to any who will hear, asking for guidance towards his future.
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Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.
A divine note rings out across the road, echoing clear and loud, as a holy light shines upon the alley, slowly condensing into a seemingly young woman, but her eyes betray a sence of age. She is wearing a dress styled like a music staff, notes appearing and disappearing in time with the etheral music haunting the road. A melodius and relaxing voice speaks, cutting through the echos of the music. "You called...? I heard a mortal invoke my name... 'Tis I, Melodia, Goddess of Voice..."
... I'm the ruler of all feline kind. Idk what else to say.
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He rubs his eyes, unbelieving of what he is beholding though he has always believed such things were possible. In his stunned state, all he can say is "You...you speak to me?"
*sorry I didn't respond sooner*
I have made a huge homebrew setting that I am still working on putting here in DDB. Please give me feedback, I want to know all of what I am doing wrong, and what I am doing right. The thread is a huge work in progress, so everything in it from content to layout is subject to change. Please check this forum: Welcome to Zionderia
Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.
"Yes. It is not often a mortal invokes my name anymore... I take special care to personally invoke each and every boon I am asked of! Now. Lets talk buisness." I snap, and musical notes fly from my dress and form two chairs and a table. I sit down in one of the chairs, and gesture towards the other. "Now... I heard you say that you 'have a big voice to make'... No, no... that doesn't make sence... Hmm... Well, no matter. What could I help you with?"
... I'm the ruler of all feline kind. Idk what else to say.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
Check out THIS unless you want Arpo to eat your yummy leg bone!
He steps forward, seating himself slowly, "Uh...well, I...I wanted to know how to reach my future...whatever that may be. Do you...know what I will be, or how to get there?"
*I will be on and off, so I may not get back to you for a bit if you respond ;) thanks for rping*
I have made a huge homebrew setting that I am still working on putting here in DDB. Please give me feedback, I want to know all of what I am doing wrong, and what I am doing right. The thread is a huge work in progress, so everything in it from content to layout is subject to change. Please check this forum: Welcome to Zionderia
Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.