“One thing is a way to make snow.” He makes it start raining and then it turns to snow. “I am thinking of multiple things. But that’s the only one I’m comfortable sharing.”
She shrugs. "Fair. Most people don't trust dragons with personal stuff." She frowns. "Or anything, really." Her frown disappears as her sphinx crawls out of her backpack and begins playing in the snow.
“I just don’t trust anyone with my personal thoughts. Not just you.” He laughs at the sphinx.
She smiles. "Also fair." She waves her hand and glitter falls onto the sphinx for a second, leaving it confused and spinning in circles like a puppy, trying to see where the glitter went.
“Ok.”
*I know. I like to as well. I also saw your signature.*
She picks up some snow and begins carefully compacting and shaping it. It's clear she's making something, but what it is isn't obvious, at least not yet.
*Back when there was the whole "soil their pants" thing? I'm going to put that back in my extended signature, actually. Forgot to earlier.*
“One thing is a way to make snow.” He makes it start raining and then it turns to snow. “I am thinking of multiple things. But that’s the only one I’m comfortable sharing.”
She shrugs. "Fair. Most people don't trust dragons with personal stuff." She frowns. "Or anything, really." Her frown disappears as her sphinx crawls out of her backpack and begins playing in the snow.
“I just don’t trust anyone with my personal thoughts. Not just you.” He laughs at the sphinx.
She smiles. "Also fair." She waves her hand and glitter falls onto the sphinx for a second, leaving it confused and spinning in circles like a puppy, trying to see where the glitter went.
“Ok.”
*I know. I like to as well. I also saw your signature.*
She picks up some snow and begins carefully compacting and shaping it. It's clear she's making something, but what it is isn't obvious, at least not yet.
*Back when there was the whole "soil their pants" thing? I'm going to put that back in my extended signature, actually. Forgot to earlier.*
He uses his powers to create a life size model of Natrai out of snow to show her.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She smiles. "Also fair." She waves her hand and glitter falls onto the sphinx for a second, leaving it confused and spinning in circles like a puppy, trying to see where the glitter went.
“Ok.”
She picks up some snow and begins carefully compacting and shaping it. It's clear she's making something, but what it is isn't obvious, at least not yet.
He uses his powers to create a life size model of Natrai out of snow to show her.
She laughs. "Cool! How's this look?" She shows him the mini snow-statue she's been making. It's a model of him. She waves her hand, and it changes color to match how he currently looks.
She smiles. "Also fair." She waves her hand and glitter falls onto the sphinx for a second, leaving it confused and spinning in circles like a puppy, trying to see where the glitter went.
“Ok.”
She picks up some snow and begins carefully compacting and shaping it. It's clear she's making something, but what it is isn't obvious, at least not yet.
He uses his powers to create a life size model of Natrai out of snow to show her.
She laughs. "Cool! How's this look?" She shows him the mini snow-statue she's been making. It's a model of him. She waves her hand, and it changes color to match how he currently looks.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
He makes a small hole in the front so they can go in. “You can come inside.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
He makes a small hole in the front so they can go in. “You can come inside.”
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
He makes a small hole in the front so they can go in. “You can come inside.”
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
He makes a small hole in the front so they can go in. “You can come inside.”
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
He makes a small hole in the front so they can go in. “You can come inside.”
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
“Well it wasn’t me because I know there are clubs here.” He grabs a notebook out of his backpack and starts writing in it, it’s labeled “Personal Journal.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
“Well it wasn’t me because I know there are clubs here.” He grabs a notebook out of his backpack and starts writing in it, it’s labeled “Personal Journal.”
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
“Well it wasn’t me because I know there are clubs here.” He grabs a notebook out of his backpack and starts writing in it, it’s labeled “Personal Journal.”
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
“That’s correct,” he continues writing well sitting against a wall.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
“Well it wasn’t me because I know there are clubs here.” He grabs a notebook out of his backpack and starts writing in it, it’s labeled “Personal Journal.”
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
“That’s correct,” he continues writing well sitting against a wall.
"..but would you like to start a kind of artist's club? Because doing more stuff like this would be fun."
*Also, did you mean 'while' sitting against the wall, or are you saying his writing is good? I'm assuming the first, since I don't think she can see what he's writing.*
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
“Well it wasn’t me because I know there are clubs here.” He grabs a notebook out of his backpack and starts writing in it, it’s labeled “Personal Journal.”
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
“That’s correct,” he continues writing well sitting against a wall.
"..but would you like to start a kind of artist's club? Because doing more stuff like this would be fun."
*Also, did you mean 'while' sitting against the wall, or are you saying his writing is good? I'm assuming the first, since I don't think she can see what he's writing.*
“It would be fine, but the artist’s club is skilled drawers. We’d need a different name.”
*I meant while. As no one except himself sees the journal’s writing.*
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
“That’s correct,” he continues writing well sitting against a wall.
"..but would you like to start a kind of artist's club? Because doing more stuff like this would be fun."
“It would be fine, but the artist’s club is skilled drawers. We’d need a different name.”
*I meant while. As no one except himself sees the journal’s writing.*
She thinks for a moment. "How about... something along the lines of 'Frosty Virtuosos'? That could work..."
“That does seem to work.” He’s still half focused on the journal.
She smiles slightly, then pulls out her own journal (if the school has a gift shop, she got it there; otherwise, her parents sent it) and starts sketching things in it, after sitting down in a corner. The sphinx comes over and curls up in her lap, and she pets him while she works.
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
“That’s correct,” he continues writing well sitting against a wall.
"..but would you like to start a kind of artist's club? Because doing more stuff like this would be fun."
“It would be fine, but the artist’s club is skilled drawers. We’d need a different name.”
*I meant while. As no one except himself sees the journal’s writing.*
She thinks for a moment. "How about... something along the lines of 'Frosty Virtuosos'? That could work..."
“That does seem to work.” He’s still half focused on the journal.
She smiles slightly, then pulls out her own journal (if the school has a gift shop, she got it there; otherwise, her parents sent it) and starts sketching things in it, after sitting down in a corner. The sphinx comes over and curls up in her lap, and she pets him while she works.
When they stop talking he writes faster than he did before.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She thinks for a moment. "How about... something along the lines of 'Frosty Virtuosos'? That could work..."
“That does seem to work.” He’s still half focused on the journal.
She smiles slightly, then pulls out her own journal (if the school has a gift shop, she got it there; otherwise, her parents sent it) and starts sketching things in it, after sitting down in a corner. The sphinx comes over and curls up in her lap, and she pets him while she works.
When they stop talking he writes faster than he did before.
She just keeps drawing, seeming content to leave him be.
*By the way, just found the stats for her familiar: Nava*
*Sure*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She picks up some snow and begins carefully compacting and shaping it. It's clear she's making something, but what it is isn't obvious, at least not yet.
*Back when there was the whole "soil their pants" thing? I'm going to put that back in my extended signature, actually. Forgot to earlier.*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
He uses his powers to create a life size model of Natrai out of snow to show her.
*ok*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She laughs. "Cool! How's this look?" She shows him the mini snow-statue she's been making. It's a model of him. She waves her hand, and it changes color to match how he currently looks.
*Also Prestidigitation! Man, I love that Cantrip.*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
He makes a small laugh. He lifts his hand and makes a castle about the size of an average room out of snow.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She grins and makes it look like it's made of stone bricks (changing the color, and then using the "make a small mark" option several times to texture it), and then makes super-miniature fireworks appear above it. They fade away before they would melt it.
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
He makes a small hole in the front so they can go in. “You can come inside.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She smiles. "Cool!" She picks up her sphinx (who starts purring) and walks in. Then she sets him down and makes the floor look like wooden floorboards. She tilts her head for a moment, then says, "Wait. The floor is normally wood, right? I haven't been in a castle, so I don't actually know."
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a castle either.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She shrugs. "Oh well." Then she suddenly grins as she appears to get an idea. "Oh, wait. Do you want to, I don't know, make some kind of artist's club or something? 'Cause this would be an awesome clubhouse." After a moment, she realizes something. "...there isn't one already, is there? I'm pretty sure either you or someone else said there weren't really clubs here. Or maybe I misunderstood."
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
“Well it wasn’t me because I know there are clubs here.” He grabs a notebook out of his backpack and starts writing in it, it’s labeled “Personal Journal.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Okay then. Oh, wait, I think they just said the halls weren't clubs. Because I'd asked if they basically were."
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
“That’s correct,” he continues writing well sitting against a wall.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"..but would you like to start a kind of artist's club? Because doing more stuff like this would be fun."
*Also, did you mean 'while' sitting against the wall, or are you saying his writing is good? I'm assuming the first, since I don't think she can see what he's writing.*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
“It would be fine, but the artist’s club is skilled drawers. We’d need a different name.”
*I meant while. As no one except himself sees the journal’s writing.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She thinks for a moment. "How about... something along the lines of 'Frosty Virtuosos'? That could work..."
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
“That does seem to work.” He’s still half focused on the journal.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She smiles slightly, then pulls out her own journal (if the school has a gift shop, she got it there; otherwise, her parents sent it) and starts sketching things in it, after sitting down in a corner. The sphinx comes over and curls up in her lap, and she pets him while she works.
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
When they stop talking he writes faster than he did before.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She just keeps drawing, seeming content to leave him be.
*By the way, just found the stats for her familiar: Nava*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [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]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3