My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*how fun! I personally find gods such as Dionysus and Persephone- ones of nature, and agriculture, to be very interesting. But I already have an idea for a mortal character that I could possibly eventually make ascend to godhood…*
*how fun! I personally find gods such as Dionysus and Persephone- ones of nature, and agriculture, to be very interesting. But I already have an idea for a mortal character that I could possibly eventually make ascend to godhood…*
*Dunno why but that's kinda ominous*
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"I'm just a gay lil'.... Well, a gay lil' something."
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
*how fun! I personally find gods such as Dionysus and Persephone- ones of nature, and agriculture, to be very interesting. But I already have an idea for a mortal character that I could possibly eventually make ascend to godhood…*
*how fun! I personally find gods such as Dionysus and Persephone- ones of nature, and agriculture, to be very interesting. But I already have an idea for a mortal character that I could possibly eventually make ascend to godhood…*
*Dunno why but that's kinda ominous*
*everything I do is incredibly ominous, my dear*
*That is not terrifying at all, :-)*
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"I'm just a gay lil'.... Well, a gay lil' something."
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
*how fun! I personally find gods such as Dionysus and Persephone- ones of nature, and agriculture, to be very interesting. But I already have an idea for a mortal character that I could possibly eventually make ascend to godhood…*
*Dunno why but that's kinda ominous*
*everything I do is incredibly ominous, my dear*
*That is not terrifying at all, :-)*
*not at all! I’ll write up an intro once I figure out their name*
I will feast on your screams and devour your flesh as I bring fear and terror to the hearts of all of your characters
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
Syx the kobold watches him till the carrots
Emin notices him after a few moments and pushes his straw sunhat further up his brow, gesturing to the sad pile of wilted vegetables and asking, 'Do you uhh, want to buy any of these? They might need a bit of a wash, but you can see that they've been grown fresh, and with love.' He hardly expects to make a copper out of them, but still holds up some hope. The seeds alone cost him the two silver pieces he'd made in his acting stint, so profit's out the window, but the success of making a sale isn't.
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
Syx the kobold watches him till the carrots
Emin notices him after a few moments and pushes his straw sunhat further up his brow, gesturing to the sad pile of wilted vegetables and asking, 'Do you uhh, want to buy any of these? They might need a bit of a wash, but you can see that they've been grown fresh, and with love.' He hardly expects to make a copper out of them, but still holds up some hope. The seeds alone cost him the two silver pieces he'd made in his acting stint, so profit's out the window, but the success of making a sale isn't.
"Sure. How much do you w-want? Two Gold? One Gold? Seven little Coppers?" The kobold pulls out a coinpurse, their hand marked with a rune of chaos
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
Syx the kobold watches him till the carrots
Emin notices him after a few moments and pushes his straw sunhat further up his brow, gesturing to the sad pile of wilted vegetables and asking, 'Do you uhh, want to buy any of these? They might need a bit of a wash, but you can see that they've been grown fresh, and with love.' He hardly expects to make a copper out of them, but still holds up some hope. The seeds alone cost him the two silver pieces he'd made in his acting stint, so profit's out the window, but the success of making a sale isn't.
"Sure. How much do you w-want? Two Gold? One Gold? Seven little Coppers?" The kobold pulls out a coinpurse, their hand marked with a rune of chaos
Emin is taken aback by the kobolds immediate want to purchase the sorry things, but follows along anyway. 'Umm, I'll uhh, take whatever you think they're worth. But don't give me anything more than what you'd reckon you should pay. I only want the amount I've worked for, else I won't feel it's earned.' He doesn't know anything about runes, so doesn't register anything peculiar about the marking on their hand.
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
Syx the kobold watches him till the carrots
Emin notices him after a few moments and pushes his straw sunhat further up his brow, gesturing to the sad pile of wilted vegetables and asking, 'Do you uhh, want to buy any of these? They might need a bit of a wash, but you can see that they've been grown fresh, and with love.' He hardly expects to make a copper out of them, but still holds up some hope. The seeds alone cost him the two silver pieces he'd made in his acting stint, so profit's out the window, but the success of making a sale isn't.
"Sure. How much do you w-want? Two Gold? One Gold? Seven little Coppers?" The kobold pulls out a coinpurse, their hand marked with a rune of chaos
Emin is taken aback by the kobolds immediate want to purchase the sorry things, but follows along anyway. 'Umm, I'll uhh, take whatever you think they're worth. But don't give me anything more than what you'd reckon you should pay. I only want the amount I've worked for, else I won't feel it's earned.' He doesn't know anything about runes, so doesn't register anything peculiar about the marking on their hand.
The kobold hands him one Gold out from the coinpurse, his rune glowing a slight bit
Am here
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Nah It's good mate :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Hey 'Naner!
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.
Hi!
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
How ya doin?
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, you?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*how fun! I personally find gods such as Dionysus and Persephone- ones of nature, and agriculture, to be very interesting. But I already have an idea for a mortal character that I could possibly eventually make ascend to godhood…*
*Dunno why but that's kinda ominous*
"I'm just a gay lil'.... Well, a gay lil' something."
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
I'm the creator of The Bar of The Beasts, and I'm always happy to chat!
*everything I do is incredibly ominous, my dear*
*That is not terrifying at all, :-)*
"I'm just a gay lil'.... Well, a gay lil' something."
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
I'm the creator of The Bar of The Beasts, and I'm always happy to chat!
*not at all! I’ll write up an intro once I figure out their name*
I will feast on your screams and devour your flesh as I bring fear and terror to the hearts of all of your characters
*I is awakened*
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.
*This looks cool, I'll give it a go! Horus*
On the outskirts of town, a lone man is tilling the soil on his small carrot patch, ready to replant after pulling up the latest crop only a few hours earlier. Emin had been just barely scraping by his entire life, never able to find a job that he could fit into, or was good enough to stick with. He'd been everything; potter, painter, sailor, carpenter, glassblower, upholsterer, architect, banker, sculptor, builder, every other job under the sun, and now, he's trying his hand as a farmer. As he works, he can feel the beady glare of the measly pile of carrots from behind him, and it feels like they're sat tapping their feet impatiently at him, waiting to be sold at market. He sighs, knowing already that this job won't last. The easy bit had been planting and waiting, but now that he's actually got to sell his produce, he's starting to feel more doubtful of his prospects.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Syx the kobold watches him till the carrots
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.
Emin notices him after a few moments and pushes his straw sunhat further up his brow, gesturing to the sad pile of wilted vegetables and asking, 'Do you uhh, want to buy any of these? They might need a bit of a wash, but you can see that they've been grown fresh, and with love.' He hardly expects to make a copper out of them, but still holds up some hope. The seeds alone cost him the two silver pieces he'd made in his acting stint, so profit's out the window, but the success of making a sale isn't.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
"Sure. How much do you w-want? Two Gold? One Gold? Seven little Coppers?" The kobold pulls out a coinpurse, their hand marked with a rune of chaos
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.
Emin is taken aback by the kobolds immediate want to purchase the sorry things, but follows along anyway. 'Umm, I'll uhh, take whatever you think they're worth. But don't give me anything more than what you'd reckon you should pay. I only want the amount I've worked for, else I won't feel it's earned.' He doesn't know anything about runes, so doesn't register anything peculiar about the marking on their hand.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*hello, darlin’s!*
The kobold hands him one Gold out from the coinpurse, his rune glowing a slight bit
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.
*Hey Arch!*
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.