Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
“Very. Stay quiet. Maybe they’ll ignore us and scurry away.” Alan whispers.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
*I want to join this, but I don't know what to do for a character. I have some ideas, but I don't know what... works for this thread. Is it Anything Goes like on Lord's Rest?*
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
“Very. Stay quiet. Maybe they’ll ignore us and scurry away.” Alan whispers.
She quickly quiets, observing the rats with interest.
*I want to join this, but I don't know what to do for a character. I have some ideas, but I don't know what... works for this thread. Is it Anything Goes like on Lord's Rest?*
*Yep!*
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
*I want to join this, but I don't know what to do for a character. I have some ideas, but I don't know what... works for this thread. Is it Anything Goes like on Lord's Rest?*
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
“Very. Stay quiet. Maybe they’ll ignore us and scurry away.” Alan whispers.
She quickly quiets, observing the rats with interest.
They squeak and move around, working together to claw on the walls. They seem to be trying to get to something on the other side of the wall. One turns around and glares,but goes back to clawing. Something rams against the wall from the other side.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
“Very. Stay quiet. Maybe they’ll ignore us and scurry away.” Alan whispers.
She quickly quiets, observing the rats with interest.
They squeak and move around, working together to claw on the walls. They seem to be trying to get to something on the other side of the wall. One turns around and glares,but goes back to clawing. Something rams against the wall from the other side.
Aurelia jumps back in shock upon something ramming into the wall. “What was that?!” She whispers.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
She sees Alan, standing alone in an alleyway.
She makes a sharp turn, pivoting on one foot to face Alan, leaning against the wall. “It seems we meet again! What are you doing now, good sir?”
“You wanted to go under the city? Here’s the entrance.” He moves to reveal a trapdoor.
She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
“Very. Stay quiet. Maybe they’ll ignore us and scurry away.” Alan whispers.
She quickly quiets, observing the rats with interest.
They squeak and move around, working together to claw on the walls. They seem to be trying to get to something on the other side of the wall. One turns around and glares,but goes back to clawing. Something rams against the wall from the other side.
Aurelia jumps back in shock upon something ramming into the wall. “What was that?!” She whispers.
“Another Rune creature, maybe.” Alan pulls out a notebook and eagerly prepares to see the Rune of this creature.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
Aurelia, who had spent the last hour having a, ‘friendly chat,’ with a town guard and discussing how this places’ laws need to be updated, is now locked inside her room at the inn- the largest room available. Those nearby can faintly hear her reciting something- perhaps practicing a speech. It gets more and more… desperate, almost, as it goes on. Then, there’s the sound of a mirror shattering, and a minute later Aurelia walks out of her room, a smile on her face, and out of the Inn and into the streets, ready for the day.
“Why, that must mean… you are not from this world?…” her eyes widen in a dramatic manner. “My, my, how in my name did you ever end up here?…”
she does a front flip over them, landing on the other side of them, crouching down so they’re on the same level.
He nods. “Temporary exile, unfortunately. I seek to reunite with my patron, though in the meantime I may as well record my findings here.” He moves a few steps away from her, frowning.
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She takes a couple of steps towards him, examining the trapdoor. “I see… c'est... juste une trappe? I had expected it to be more… glamorous. An entrance to ancient, underground ruins…”
“It’s a trapdoor. What’s under it though…” He whistles. “Impressive.”
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
“je ne doute pas de toi!” She approaches the trapdoor with a skip in her step. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He smiles. “Nothing.” And opens up the trapdoor.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
She peers inside, looking for a ladder/steps/anything.
There are a set of steps leading downwards as far as the eyes can see. The walls are covered in colorful glowing runes.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
She cautiously starts descending down the stairs, one step at a time, seeming excited.
Alan follows, and the stairway ends at a plain stone wall. Alan taps on a rune, and the wall slides to the side, revealing a large room made of gold, filled with Rune Rats.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
She steps to the side as the room is revealed, letting Alan take the lead. She takes off her top hat and from it, draws her signature rapier.
”Rune Rats… comme c'est agréable… I assume they are unfriendly?” She says, standing behind him.
“Very. Stay quiet. Maybe they’ll ignore us and scurry away.” Alan whispers.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
*I want to join this, but I don't know what to do for a character. I have some ideas, but I don't know what... works for this thread. Is it Anything Goes like on Lord's Rest?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
She quickly quiets, observing the rats with interest.
*Yep!*
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
*sort of, yeah! I think so, anyways*
They squeak and move around, working together to claw on the walls. They seem to be trying to get to something on the other side of the wall. One turns around and glares,but goes back to clawing. Something rams against the wall from the other side.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
*Awesome, I'll make a Gourmet flavored to be a Warlock*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Aurelia jumps back in shock upon something ramming into the wall. “What was that?!” She whispers.
“Another Rune creature, maybe.” Alan pulls out a notebook and eagerly prepares to see the Rune of this creature.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
He nods. “Temporary exile, unfortunately. I seek to reunite with my patron, though in the meantime I may as well record my findings here.” He moves a few steps away from her, frowning.
— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
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Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ