Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
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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)
Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
Altas waves over to them with a smile of sharp teeth and even sharper charisma, doing tricks with his cards without any effort “Hello there, would you like your future read?”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
Altas waves over to them with a smile of sharp teeth and even sharper charisma, doing tricks with his cards without any effort “Hello there, would you like your future read?”
Sage rolls her eyes. "Sure. Couldn't hurt to know."
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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)
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. There does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
Altas waves over to them with a smile of sharp teeth and even sharper charisma, doing tricks with his cards without any effort “Hello there, would you like your future read?”
Sage rolls her eyes. "Sure. Couldn't hurt to know."
“Well, it could, and there is the chance I explode, but that isn’t a high chance.”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
Gwyn is walking around the village, taking mental note of what is where and generally getting used to where she'll be living for the foreseeable future. She wears a puffy green winter jacket over a plaid sweater and grey winter pants, with grey gloves and snow boots.
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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)
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
Gwyn is walking around the village, taking mental note of what is where and generally getting used to where she'll be living for the foreseeable future. She wears a puffy green winter jacket over a plaid sweater and grey winter pants, with grey gloves and snow boots.
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
A much softer voice comes from the three-eyed face. “If you wish. She is an older human, but could also be an owlbear, amongst other forms. She may be asking for directions to Kale Ave.” “OR GETTING FOOD WITHOUT US!!!”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
A much softer voice comes from the three-eyed face. “If you wish. She is an older human, but could also be an owlbear, amongst other forms. She may be asking for directions to Kale Ave.” “OR GETTING FOOD WITHOUT US!!!”
She Sighs. “I’m… I’m just going to move the cart.”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
A much softer voice comes from the three-eyed face. “If you wish. She is an older human, but could also be an owlbear, amongst other forms. She may be asking for directions to Kale Ave.” “OR GETTING FOOD WITHOUT US!!!”
She Sighs. “I’m… I’m just going to move the cart.”
“HA! MY PA WAS 7 FEET TALL AND 4 WIDE AND STILL COULDN’T LIFT ME!” “She is a giant.” “THAT… IS A DIFFERENT STORY.” “If it isn’t a bother, please. Or is it thank you?” “IT’S THANK YOU!” “Thank you.”
Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
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)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
Altas waves over to them with a smile of sharp teeth and even sharper charisma, doing tricks with his cards without any effort “Hello there, would you like your future read?”
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Sage rolls her eyes. "Sure. Couldn't hurt to know."
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)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. There does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“Well, it could, and there is the chance I explode, but that isn’t a high chance.”
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
Thistle is arguing with Spittle
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Good afternoon, everyone!*
Gwyn is walking around the village, taking mental note of what is where and generally getting used to where she'll be living for the foreseeable future. She wears a puffy green winter jacket over a plaid sweater and grey winter pants, with grey gloves and snow boots.
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)
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She notices Thistle doing the same thing
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
A much softer voice comes from the three-eyed face. “If you wish. She is an older human, but could also be an owlbear, amongst other forms. She may be asking for directions to Kale Ave.” “OR GETTING FOOD WITHOUT US!!!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She Sighs. “I’m… I’m just going to move the cart.”
“HA! MY PA WAS 7 FEET TALL AND 4 WIDE AND STILL COULDN’T LIFT ME!” “She is a giant.” “THAT… IS A DIFFERENT STORY.” “If it isn’t a bother, please. Or is it thank you?” “IT’S THANK YOU!” “Thank you.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!