Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
*Hmmm... Who would work well with this interaction...*
*Not masha*
*Well yeah, obviously. Hmmmm... What does Fael look like?*
*14-year-old girl, wearing studded leather armor, and has wings out right now*
*Hmmm... So, Jacob to heal and help stuff, Terri to help stuff, or Clover to do fun Clover things... which to choose... decisions, decisions, decisions...*
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
“You still don’t have valid points to my eyes argument nor the pain discussion.”
"Because no one would care if I lost my eyes."
“You would. Sight is quite valuable.”
"Again, maybe I would maybe I won't."
“Again, you’re bluffing. Terribly if I may add.”
"Like I want to look at my brother and ex best friend
“Oh no, two whole things you don’t want to see. But if you couldn’t see you couldn’t avoid them.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
*Hmmm... Who would work well with this interaction...*
*Not masha*
*Well yeah, obviously. Hmmmm... What does Fael look like?*
*14-year-old girl, wearing studded leather armor, and has wings out right now*
*Hmmm... So, Jacob to heal and help stuff, Terri to help stuff, or Clover to do fun Clover things... which to choose... decisions, decisions, decisions...*
*I don't want her to be healed quite yet*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"I am a gift from the gods to my people. We are warriors. I must stay here until I am old enough to lead my people."
"Oh. That's... nice. Oh! I've been quite rude! I'm Terri!"
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Terri." he holds out his gloved hand towards her for a handshake "my Intel tells me there are cabins for the children of the gods. Is there one for Thanatos?"
"I do not know. You should probably ask someone else... How'd you get your Intel?"
"Listener hawks."
"... Listener... hawks? Like... Falconry? Do you have pet birds?"
"Not me personally, but in our town, there are such pets."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"I am a gift from the gods to my people. We are warriors. I must stay here until I am old enough to lead my people."
"Oh. That's... nice. Oh! I've been quite rude! I'm Terri!"
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Terri." he holds out his gloved hand towards her for a handshake "my Intel tells me there are cabins for the children of the gods. Is there one for Thanatos?"
"I do not know. You should probably ask someone else... How'd you get your Intel?"
"Listener hawks."
"... Listener... hawks? Like... Falconry? Do you have pet birds?"
"Not me personally, but in our town, there are such pets."
"Oh! That's very interesting! What town do you come from?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
*Hmmm... Who would work well with this interaction...*
*Not masha*
*Well yeah, obviously. Hmmmm... What does Fael look like?*
*14-year-old girl, wearing studded leather armor, and has wings out right now*
*Hmmm... So, Jacob to heal and help stuff, Terri to help stuff, or Clover to do fun Clover things... which to choose... decisions, decisions, decisions...*
*I don't want her to be healed quite yet*
*Alright. Clover?*
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Oh! That's very interesting! What town do you come from?"
"I must apologize, Terri. It is in my culture that I tell nobody anything about where we are located."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
*Hmmm... Who would work well with this interaction...*
*Not masha*
*Well yeah, obviously. Hmmmm... What does Fael look like?*
*14-year-old girl, wearing studded leather armor, and has wings out right now*
*Hmmm... So, Jacob to heal and help stuff, Terri to help stuff, or Clover to do fun Clover things... which to choose... decisions, decisions, decisions...*
*I don't want her to be healed quite yet*
*Alright. Clover?*
*Sure!*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Oh! That's very interesting! What town do you come from?"
"I must apologize, Terri. It is in my culture that I tell nobody anything about where we are located."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me exactly where it is. Just like... tell me some stuff about it!"
"That I can do. The town itself is hundreds of years old, akin to revived Greek ruins, but mixed with the architecture of the United States, and the technology of both."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"Oh! That's very interesting! What town do you come from?"
"I must apologize, Terri. It is in my culture that I tell nobody anything about where we are located."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me exactly where it is. Just like... tell me some stuff about it!"
"That I can do. The town itself is hundreds of years old, akin to revived Greek ruins, but mixed with the architecture of the United States, and the technology of both."
"Oh! Quite interesting."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Oh! That's very interesting! What town do you come from?"
"I must apologize, Terri. It is in my culture that I tell nobody anything about where we are located."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me exactly where it is. Just like... tell me some stuff about it!"
"That I can do. The town itself is hundreds of years old, akin to revived Greek ruins, but mixed with the architecture of the United States, and the technology of both."
"Oh! Quite interesting."
"I've even been imbued with a self destruct sequence, should I need it. Our tech is more advanced than the Romans, and slightly moreso than the finest public army."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
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*Hmmm... So, Jacob to heal and help stuff, Terri to help stuff, or Clover to do fun Clover things... which to choose... decisions, decisions, decisions...*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“Oh no, two whole things you don’t want to see. But if you couldn’t see you couldn’t avoid them.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I don't want her to be healed quite yet*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"Not me personally, but in our town, there are such pets."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*eek*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Oh! That's very interesting! What town do you come from?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Alright. Clover?*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"I must apologize, Terri. It is in my culture that I tell nobody anything about where we are located."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Oh, you don't have to tell me exactly where it is. Just like... tell me some stuff about it!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Sure!*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"I can if I leave camp or make a house of sorts."
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
He sighs yet again
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"That I can do. The town itself is hundreds of years old, akin to revived Greek ruins, but mixed with the architecture of the United States, and the technology of both."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"Oh! Quite interesting."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"I've even been imbued with a self destruct sequence, should I need it. Our tech is more advanced than the Romans, and slightly moreso than the finest public army."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?