Arriving at the royal court alongside four guards in bronze-and-silver armor, whom remain outside the palace, is the Grand Architect Jeeves- A small, completely smooth bronze orb only the size of an orange, which inexplicably levitates about four feet off the ground as they drift around. They walk through the crowd of castle staff, greeting and thanking all of them with a voice that absolutely radiates warmth and kindness- in fact, even those who have never met them before feel an odd sense of comfort just by being near them. While they're absolutely content to strike up friendly conversation with anyone they meet, they are also keeping a nonexistent eye out for other major powers to befriend.
A noble woman approaches the orb. She has black hair pulled back in a long braid that falls over her shoulder. She wears a rich brown gown patterned with silver details and her arms are covered in silver bangles. She bows as she approaches you and says, "You are the Grand Architect Jeeves, are you not? I am Tsazona Bajir, head of the Bajir House. I'm delighted to have the chance to meet you." She seems to be a very serious woman, not one for careless talk or waisted time.
Royal messengers riding camels and equipped with Hoebite courier falcons have been sent all across the world. Each one bearing a letter stamped with the royal seal. These letters are sent to the leaders of Old Caterinna (delivered in person by Nahim Azjerban), Amberot, New Gladereach, Frostfjord, Urat, the Republic of Ravela, Rhaogan, Magodale, Wind of the Wild, Aggrotropica, Yorkoshire, Tyrrak, Ward of Valley Anteiku, Atlatius Neron, Oraca, Vacqui, Vonstradt, and even the smaller hamlets of Hadiir, Myre, Nytasha, and Lune.
The letter is an invitation to a royal feast set to be held at the palace of the Tayr. It details when to arrive and the direction of the city, and offers rooms at the court for anyone who wishes to spend the night. There will be a feast, dancing, music, and other entertainment provided, all the finest of Hoebite culture.
The letter is an open and friendly invitation to an extravagant event, but the subtext of the message is clear. This will be a great night of political opportunities, for you will be able to extensively communicate with any major powers that show up.
*This will be a day long event, feel free to introduce or role-play your characters in the Tayr's palace at anytime today. I will be active for most of the day but with some differing frequency, but this is really an opportunity to role-play with all the other world powers that show up. I thought it would be fun to try to host a large scale event that pretty much turns Hoeb into a forum tavern. I also wanted to flesh out my court and nobles so this will also be an opportunity to explore my court and castle for anyone interested. Here goes nothing.*
*I will also probably repost this in the afternoon so that any late comers can be informed.*
*For any and all who show up to the event.*
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
Uralll the enormous and his interpreter duck through the doorway. Uralll is wearing his tusk caps, one blunted, one serrated, chained together, and carrying a beutifully carved tree trunk on his back. the interpreter wears a fur cape and some jewlery
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
<Heh heh, missed this.>
Arpo, of course, walks right up to the Tayr and demands, "Where are the chairs?"
Prompting Bonde to immediately cut him off, saying, "Pardon my... acquaintance. He is a very straightforward man."
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
The emissary from Vonstradt arrives dressed simply, as they always seem to be, in a kilt of pine-like green bordered with white, woven from some kind of plant-based thick weave. The only concession to ornament is a wreath-like necklace of horn that sits snugly over their upper chest. They travel without entourage, though they do carry an oval shield of tough hide, and a well-ornamented hilt of wood curves out of the wide sash around their waist. This one’s scales are a deep brown, suitable for camouflage but also very distinctive surrounded by the luxury of the Tayr’s hall. Once their personal escort has allowed them to wander freely they seek the Tayr in haste, to speak with him directly, taking a little time to admire the craft involved in the mosaics and to feel the texture of the carpet with one clawed hand.
You find the Tayr sitting upon his dais. He is speaking to what appears to be a hushed servant but waves the man away upon seeing your approach.
“Noble Tayr! Is that the correct address? My name is Nikorev, ambassador of the Autarch and world-renowned diplomat and trader, as well as accomplished scholar and student of martial practice.” Their list of accomplishments tumbles out almost too fast to follow. “The Autarch sends its deepest apologies that it could not attend your feast due to something of a logistical impossibility, and sends my humble self in its presence. I am temporarily empowered to speak on the Autarch’s behalf and hope to cultivate friendships and, most importantly, trade, that will last for many years to come.” Nikorev bows formally and then immediately resumes their lackadaisical standing position.
*i… I don’t think having Thorne attacking at the Tayr’s feast is… at all a good idea, if that is what you are implying.*
arriving at the royal court of the Tayr is Lady Bouclaire, Head Laurier and… if the recent rumors are correct, soon to be crowned Queen of Vallereine? Along with her is Celine DuPont, as well as the closest thing Nytasha has to a leader: Henry Wardell. Along with them, of course, is an entourage of personal guards and servants.
Khass watches them enter, though makes a point to avoid eye contact. Maja frowns at him, before padding over to greet them. They give a small bow and salute, remaining silent.
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Royal messengers riding camels and equipped with Hoebite courier falcons have been sent all across the world. Each one bearing a letter stamped with the royal seal. These letters are sent to the leaders of Old Caterinna (delivered in person by Nahim Azjerban), Amberot, New Gladereach, Frostfjord, Urat, the Republic of Ravela, Rhaogan, Magodale, Wind of the Wild, Aggrotropica, Yorkoshire, Tyrrak, Ward of Valley Anteiku, Atlatius Neron, Oraca, Vacqui, Vonstradt, and even the smaller hamlets of Hadiir, Myre, Nytasha, and Lune.
The letter is an invitation to a royal feast set to be held at the palace of the Tayr. It details when to arrive and the direction of the city, and offers rooms at the court for anyone who wishes to spend the night. There will be a feast, dancing, music, and other entertainment provided, all the finest of Hoebite culture.
The letter is an open and friendly invitation to an extravagant event, but the subtext of the message is clear. This will be a great night of political opportunities, for you will be able to extensively communicate with any major powers that show up.
*This will be a day long event, feel free to introduce or role-play your characters in the Tayr's palace at anytime today. I will be active for most of the day but with some differing frequency, but this is really an opportunity to role-play with all the other world powers that show up. I thought it would be fun to try to host a large scale event that pretty much turns Hoeb into a forum tavern. I also wanted to flesh out my court and nobles so this will also be an opportunity to explore my court and castle for anyone interested. Here goes nothing.*
*I will also probably repost this in the afternoon so that any late comers can be informed.*
*For any and all who show up to the event.*
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
Thorne enters the room wearing leather armor and leans against a wall out of site
You notice a very short person crouching behind a pillar nearby. Your first thought is that it must be some child due to how short it is, but its shape doesn't fit a child and despite being the height of a very young kid, it is much too large to be one.
Thorne walks along the walls of the palace looking for weak points in the walls and mapping out the palace in his mind
The palace seems to be a very old construction. You walk from expansive room to lengthy hall to expansive room again. Many of the walls are covered in covered in strange carvings of long necked birds with open wings, horse riding men with falcons on their arms, and man headed beasts with folded wings. You regularly pass patrols of guards and bustling servants. Most doors are open, but in a far off corner of the castle you come across a heavily bolted door that is locked.
*i… I don’t think having Thorne attacking at the Tayr’s feast is… at all a good idea, if that is what you are implying.*
arriving at the royal court of the Tayr is Lady Bouclaire, Head Laurier and… if the recent rumors are correct, soon to be crowned Queen of Vallereine? Along with her is Celine DuPont, as well as the closest thing Nytasha has to a leader: Henry Wardell. Along with them, of course, is an entourage of personal guards and servants.
Khass watches them enter, though makes a point to avoid eye contact. Maja frowns at him, before padding over to greet them. They give a small bow and salute, remaining silent.
She looks to them, and then to Khass, and back to Maja. “Hello, you are of Rhagoan, correct?”
(again excuse me if i spelled that wrong, it’s early for me)
Royal messengers riding camels and equipped with Hoebite courier falcons have been sent all across the world. Each one bearing a letter stamped with the royal seal. These letters are sent to the leaders of Old Caterinna (delivered in person by Nahim Azjerban), Amberot, New Gladereach, Frostfjord, Urat, the Republic of Ravela, Rhaogan, Magodale, Wind of the Wild, Aggrotropica, Yorkoshire, Tyrrak, Ward of Valley Anteiku, Atlatius Neron, Oraca, Vacqui, Vonstradt, and even the smaller hamlets of Hadiir, Myre, Nytasha, and Lune.
The letter is an invitation to a royal feast set to be held at the palace of the Tayr. It details when to arrive and the direction of the city, and offers rooms at the court for anyone who wishes to spend the night. There will be a feast, dancing, music, and other entertainment provided, all the finest of Hoebite culture.
The letter is an open and friendly invitation to an extravagant event, but the subtext of the message is clear. This will be a great night of political opportunities, for you will be able to extensively communicate with any major powers that show up.
*This will be a day long event, feel free to introduce or role-play your characters in the Tayr's palace at anytime today. I will be active for most of the day but with some differing frequency, but this is really an opportunity to role-play with all the other world powers that show up. I thought it would be fun to try to host a large scale event that pretty much turns Hoeb into a forum tavern. I also wanted to flesh out my court and nobles so this will also be an opportunity to explore my court and castle for anyone interested. Here goes nothing.*
*I will also probably repost this in the afternoon so that any late comers can be informed.*
*For any and all who show up to the event.*
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
Thorne enters the room wearing leather armor and leans against a wall out of site
You notice a very short person crouching behind a pillar nearby. Your first thought is that it must be some child due to how short it is, but its shape doesn't fit a child and despite being the height of a very young kid, it is much too large to be one.
Thorne walks along the walls of the palace looking for weak points in the walls and mapping out the palace in his mind
The palace seems to be a very old construction. You walk from expansive room to lengthy hall to expansive room again. Many of the walls are covered in covered in strange carvings of long necked birds with open wings, horse riding men with falcons on their arms, and man headed beasts with folded wings. You regularly pass patrols of guards and bustling servants. Most doors are open, but in a far off corner of the castle you come across a heavily bolted door that is locked.
Thorne briefly enters his lycanthrope form to break the lock then reverts back into human form and enters the room
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Arriving at the royal court alongside four guards in bronze-and-silver armor, whom remain outside the palace, is the Grand Architect Jeeves- A small, completely smooth bronze orb only the size of an orange, which inexplicably levitates about four feet off the ground as they drift around. They walk through the crowd of castle staff, greeting and thanking all of them with a voice that absolutely radiates warmth and kindness- in fact, even those who have never met them before feel an odd sense of comfort just by being near them. While they're absolutely content to strike up friendly conversation with anyone they meet, they are also keeping a nonexistent eye out for other major powers to befriend.
A noble woman approaches the orb. She has black hair pulled back in a long braid that falls over her shoulder. She wears a rich brown gown patterned with silver details and her arms are covered in silver bangles. She bows as she approaches you and says, "You are the Grand Architect Jeeves, are you not? I am Tsazona Bajir, head of the Bajir House. I'm delighted to have the chance to meet you." She seems to be a very serious woman, not one for careless talk or wasted time.
The orb lowers slightly in its hovering height for a moment- the closest approximation to bowing slightly it can make. "Indeed I am! I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Ms. Bajir." They respond with all the merriment and warmth in the world in their voice, which seems to be their normal tone of speaking.
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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)
Arriving at the royal court alongside four guards in bronze-and-silver armor, whom remain outside the palace, is the Grand Architect Jeeves- A small, completely smooth bronze orb only the size of an orange, which inexplicably levitates about four feet off the ground as they drift around. They walk through the crowd of castle staff, greeting and thanking all of them with a voice that absolutely radiates warmth and kindness- in fact, even those who have never met them before feel an odd sense of comfort just by being near them. While they're absolutely content to strike up friendly conversation with anyone they meet, they are also keeping a nonexistent eye out for other major powers to befriend.
Khassahn looks to be staring in intense confusion at the orb, tail swaying a bit. He also seems to be lingering near the food, but not eating anything.
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*i… I don’t think having Thorne attacking at the Tayr’s feast is… at all a good idea, if that is what you are implying.*
arriving at the royal court of the Tayr is Lady Bouclaire, Head Laurier and… if the recent rumors are correct, soon to be crowned Queen of Vallereine? Along with her is Celine DuPont, as well as the closest thing Nytasha has to a leader: Henry Wardell. Along with them, of course, is an entourage of personal guards and servants.
*That is not at all what I was implying. I just thought that this would be an opportunity to introduce his character and flesh him out more. If he did attack, he would be doing so in a foreign country far from home surrounded by other equally powerful enemies. He would be very outnumbered.*
The Tayr approaches them, "So this is the Lady Bouclaire, Queen of Old Caterinna if I'm not mistaken. I'm honored to have you at my court. I have heard wonderful things about your country. I always look forward to receiving one of Azjerban's courier falcons."
She smiles. “Not Queen… yet. I have been looking forward to meeting you, your diplomat has told me of the most wonderful things about your nation. When Nahim presented me with the invite, I simply had to come see your realm for myself. I must say… I am astonished.”
"To astonish one with such a magnificent kingdom as yourself is truly a great deed." He says with a smile. "Azjerban has told me in extensive detail everything about your theatre. I don't believe we have something quite like it. I must come a see it for myself some day."
A noble woman approaches the orb. She has black hair pulled back in a long braid that falls over her shoulder. She wears a rich brown gown patterned with silver details and her arms are covered in silver bangles. She bows as she approaches you and says, "You are the Grand Architect Jeeves, are you not? I am Tsazona Bajir, head of the Bajir House. I'm delighted to have the chance to meet you." She seems to be a very serious woman, not one for careless talk or waisted time.
*your safe for now none of us actually even mentioned your settlement for a takeover*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Uralll the enormous and his interpreter duck through the doorway. Uralll is wearing his tusk caps, one blunted, one serrated, chained together, and carrying a beutifully carved tree trunk on his back. the interpreter wears a fur cape and some jewlery
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
<Heh heh, missed this.>
Arpo, of course, walks right up to the Tayr and demands, "Where are the chairs?"
Prompting Bonde to immediately cut him off, saying, "Pardon my... acquaintance. He is a very straightforward man."
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“Noble Tayr! Is that the correct address? My name is Nikorev, ambassador of the Autarch and world-renowned diplomat and trader, as well as accomplished scholar and student of martial practice.” Their list of accomplishments tumbles out almost too fast to follow. “The Autarch sends its deepest apologies that it could not attend your feast due to something of a logistical impossibility, and sends my humble self in its presence. I am temporarily empowered to speak on the Autarch’s behalf and hope to cultivate friendships and, most importantly, trade, that will last for many years to come.” Nikorev bows formally and then immediately resumes their lackadaisical standing position.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
<Hey drizzt, how much military power do you have, actually?>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
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*.....46*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Khass watches them enter, though makes a point to avoid eye contact. Maja frowns at him, before padding over to greet them. They give a small bow and salute, remaining silent.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*oh, by the way, I’m officially making the limit on any important buildings 2 per settlement. This is subject to change in the future, of course.*
The palace seems to be a very old construction. You walk from expansive room to lengthy hall to expansive room again. Many of the walls are covered in covered in strange carvings of long necked birds with open wings, horse riding men with falcons on their arms, and man headed beasts with folded wings. You regularly pass patrols of guards and bustling servants. Most doors are open, but in a far off corner of the castle you come across a heavily bolted door that is locked.
*what if I already have three do i have to change it or can I leave it as is?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
She looks to them, and then to Khass, and back to Maja. “Hello, you are of Rhagoan, correct?”
(again excuse me if i spelled that wrong, it’s early for me)
Thorne briefly enters his lycanthrope form to break the lock then reverts back into human form and enters the room
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*you’ll have to change it :<*
The orb lowers slightly in its hovering height for a moment- the closest approximation to bowing slightly it can make. "Indeed I am! I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Ms. Bajir." They respond with all the merriment and warmth in the world in their voice, which seems to be their normal tone of speaking.
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)
*can I keep my military power the same, please?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Khassahn looks to be staring in intense confusion at the orb, tail swaying a bit. He also seems to be lingering near the food, but not eating anything.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’m assuming that you are removing a Barrack, so it’ll just affect new recruits, you’ll keep your old ones.*
"To astonish one with such a magnificent kingdom as yourself is truly a great deed." He says with a smile. "Azjerban has told me in extensive detail everything about your theatre. I don't believe we have something quite like it. I must come a see it for myself some day."
<Ok, will remove any extras. (Already grew to metropolis tho... do you want me to change that?)>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)