“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
He looks back at the map “Oh yeah! I know where this is! Follow me!” He starts walking faster towards the park
She keeps up pretty well. Eventually, you reach a park familiar to you. Near the middle of it, you find what you’re looking for. A young woman stands beneath a tree in the park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her. When she notices you two, she waves and calls out. “Thalia! There you are! What took you so long!” thalia gives an awkward laugh “I got lost” ”but I made you a map and everything!”
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Excellent. Very cool.
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Lord Snausage Gateau is trying to buy breakfast with coins that haven't been seen for 1,000 years and no longer qualify as legal tender. The waitress clearly wants to serve him, but she looks conflicted.
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
He looks back at the map “Oh yeah! I know where this is! Follow me!” He starts walking faster towards the park
She keeps up pretty well. Eventually, you reach a park familiar to you. Near the middle of it, you find what you’re looking for. A young woman stands beneath a tree in the park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her. When she notices you two, she waves and calls out. “Thalia! There you are! What took you so long!” thalia gives an awkward laugh “I got lost” ”but I made you a map and everything!”
Syrme looks at the woman, stunned “You are…incredibly pink.”
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
The dread lord turns his head, then sits down cross-legged to be eye-to-eye with the child.
"Well, to start, have you ever seen a fireball? I don't know if they still have that spell." His voice doesn't have any of that malevolent, dramatic tone he was using a moment before. He speaks with his hands, gesturing alongside nearly every word for no apparent reason. A complete departure from the evil demigod of myth.
"No, I haven't. Well, not really. I guess that any magical explosion doesn't count. I mostly focus on transportation magic, but I can blow stuff up if I really need to." He looks down at the crunchy grass. "Hmm. That's a lot of dead grass. So you focus on low damage, large area combat magic? That's cool, I guess."
"That's what people assume, but really I'm what my team called a 'Smokescreen Mage.' I worked for a big, scary, clandestine group that probably doesn't exist anymore, and they wanted someone to take off any heat that might be directed their way. I mix illusions into battle magic to make my spells scarier, but I usually don't worry about whether they're strong enough to cause significant damage. I have a lot of raw magical power, so I can afford these big blasts." He tilts his head. "But transportation magic... that was in its infancy when I was king of this... place. Kraft-dat? Kaftsland? Anyway, magical transportation is so much more important than flashy lights and loud noises. Time is money, and money is just an abstraction of value, and everything has value, so time is everything. Wars could have ended quickly, or never started in the first place, if we could get people and communications around quicker."
"So, what does transportation magic look like? How many people can you teleport at once?"
"Ahh, I don't do teleportation. More like flying, extremely fast running, that kind of thing. But each one has a... Strange drawback."
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
He looks back at the map “Oh yeah! I know where this is! Follow me!” He starts walking faster towards the park
She keeps up pretty well. Eventually, you reach a park familiar to you. Near the middle of it, you find what you’re looking for. A young woman stands beneath a tree in the park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her. When she notices you two, she waves and calls out. “Thalia! There you are! What took you so long!” thalia gives an awkward laugh “I got lost” ”but I made you a map and everything!”
Syrme looks at the woman, stunned “You are…incredibly pink.”
She smiles and flips her hair. “Thank you! I used to have a purple hat but I think this one suits me much better, don’t you?” Thalia nods at this statement.
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"That's what people assume, but really I'm what my team called a 'Smokescreen Mage.' I worked for a big, scary, clandestine group that probably doesn't exist anymore, and they wanted someone to take off any heat that might be directed their way. I mix illusions into battle magic to make my spells scarier, but I usually don't worry about whether they're strong enough to cause significant damage. I have a lot of raw magical power, so I can afford these big blasts." He tilts his head. "But transportation magic... that was in its infancy when I was king of this... place. Kraft-dat? Kaftsland? Anyway, magical transportation is so much more important than flashy lights and loud noises. Time is money, and money is just an abstraction of value, and everything has value, so time is everything. Wars could have ended quickly, or never started in the first place, if we could get people and communications around quicker."
"So, what does transportation magic look like? How many people can you teleport at once?"
"Ahh, I don't do teleportation. More like flying, extremely fast running, that kind of thing. But each one has a... Strange drawback."
"Interesting!" He tilts his head so far that he has to bend his spine sideways. "Teleportation would take too much energy, right? More extreme drawbacks?"
"That's what people assume, but really I'm what my team called a 'Smokescreen Mage.' I worked for a big, scary, clandestine group that probably doesn't exist anymore, and they wanted someone to take off any heat that might be directed their way. I mix illusions into battle magic to make my spells scarier, but I usually don't worry about whether they're strong enough to cause significant damage. I have a lot of raw magical power, so I can afford these big blasts." He tilts his head. "But transportation magic... that was in its infancy when I was king of this... place. Kraft-dat? Kaftsland? Anyway, magical transportation is so much more important than flashy lights and loud noises. Time is money, and money is just an abstraction of value, and everything has value, so time is everything. Wars could have ended quickly, or never started in the first place, if we could get people and communications around quicker."
"So, what does transportation magic look like? How many people can you teleport at once?"
"Ahh, I don't do teleportation. More like flying, extremely fast running, that kind of thing. But each one has a... Strange drawback."
"Interesting!" He tilts his head so far that he has to bend his spine sideways. "Teleportation would take too much energy, right? More extreme drawbacks?"
"I guess that makes sense. I could try teleportation, but the drawback may be too much."
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far.
A young woman stands beneath a tree in a park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her.
A long, pale hand gently closes around her wrist. "My my!" Says an excited voice. "What a curious item! Is that... a clock? What magic is this?" If she turns to look, there is a towering man in black and pink clothes woven from fine, ancient silks, a tapestry depicting extinct creatures in more detail and beauty than should be possible. His teeth are black and sharp, and his eyes burn with pink magical energy.
"Exquisite! Suits your style well!"
If she has ever studied magic of combat, illusion, or of darker varieties, she knows that this man is a mythical figure who has been 'dead' for over 1,000 years. A man who seemed to have more raw magical power than 99% of recorded individuals throughout history.
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
He looks back at the map “Oh yeah! I know where this is! Follow me!” He starts walking faster towards the park
She keeps up pretty well. Eventually, you reach a park familiar to you. Near the middle of it, you find what you’re looking for. A young woman stands beneath a tree in the park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her. When she notices you two, she waves and calls out. “Thalia! There you are! What took you so long!” thalia gives an awkward laugh “I got lost” ”but I made you a map and everything!”
Syrme looks at the woman, stunned “You are…incredibly pink.”
She smiles and flips her hair. “Thank you! I used to have a purple hat but I think this one suits me much better, don’t you?” Thalia nods at this statement.
“I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
"Interesting!" He tilts his head so far that he has to bend his spine sideways. "Teleportation would take too much energy, right? More extreme drawbacks?"
"I guess that makes sense. I could try teleportation, but the drawback may be too much."
"I got caught trying to teleport away from a fight and I got stuck between realities for a thousand years, so I imagine it might be a bit dangerous to use it regularly even with a thousand years of refinement. Imagine if two people teleported into each other because they were trying to get to the same place at the same time. Ew. So, I think you've made the right choice!"
He chuckles. "My knowledge of magic mostly comes from intuition. As they probably found when they searched my Epic Wizard Tower, my studies were mostly worthless gibberish and thought experiments."
She shakes his hand politely. ”Cassandra Quinn, Appearance mage. You’ll excuse me if I’m hesitant to share my age, yes?” Thalia whispers loudly “she’s 26”. Cassandra elbows her playfully.
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She shakes his hand politely. ”Cassandra Quinn, Appearance mage. You’ll excuse me if I’m hesitant to share my age, yes?” Thalia whispers loudly “she’s 26”. Cassandra elbows her playfully.
“I do plant magic. Most of the time at least. I haven’t found my specialty yet.”
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
She shakes his hand politely. ”Cassandra Quinn, Appearance mage. You’ll excuse me if I’m hesitant to share my age, yes?” Thalia whispers loudly “she’s 26”. Cassandra elbows her playfully.
“I do plant magic. Most of the time at least. I haven’t found my specialty yet.”
“I’m sure you will. Before I found my niche, I studied psychology!” She laughs
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*sure. My things are earlier, don’t wanna write ‘em again*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She shakes his hand politely. ”Cassandra Quinn, Appearance mage. You’ll excuse me if I’m hesitant to share my age, yes?” Thalia whispers loudly “she’s 26”. Cassandra elbows her playfully.
“I do plant magic. Most of the time at least. I haven’t found my specialty yet.”
“I’m sure you will. Before I found my niche, I studied psychology!” She laughs
“Anyways, I’ve got a lot of questions. The primary one being: Why is Thalia here if she can’t do magic?”
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
A young woman stands beneath a tree in a park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her.
A long, pale hand gently closes around her wrist. "My my!" Says an excited voice. "What a curious item! Is that... a clock? What magic is this?" If she turns to look, there is a towering man in black and pink clothes woven from fine, ancient silks, a tapestry depicting extinct creatures in more detail and beauty than should be possible. His teeth are black and sharp, and his eyes burn with pink magical energy.
"Exquisite! Suits your style well!"
If she has ever studied magic of combat, illusion, or of darker varieties, she knows that this man is a mythical figure who has been 'dead' for over 1,000 years. A man who seemed to have more raw magical power than 99% of recorded individuals throughout history. Who abused his strength to take over the country before there even was a country. Lord Gateau.
*I’ve decided to take another shot at learning completely to sing the song, ‘getting married today,’ by Stephen Sondheim over the summer.*
*I’ve been looking for a suitable karaoke track and I am reminded why I quit this task in the first place. But I shall not give up. Curses upon myself.*
*so you all know why this is going to be terrible, it’s This song. I’m learning Amy’s parts, the Red Lyrics.*
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_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*I’ve decided to take another shot at learning completely to sing the song, ‘getting married today,’ by Stephen Sondheim over the summer.*
*I’ve been looking for a suitable karaoke track and I am reminded why I quit this task in the first place. But I shall not give up. Curses upon myself.*
*so you all know why this is going to be terrible, it’s This song. I’m learning Amy’s parts, the Red Lyrics.*
*A thousand torments upon thee*
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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She keeps up pretty well. Eventually, you reach a park familiar to you. Near the middle of it, you find what you’re looking for. A young woman stands beneath a tree in the park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her. When she notices you two, she waves and calls out. “Thalia! There you are! What took you so long!”
thalia gives an awkward laugh “I got lost”
”but I made you a map and everything!”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Excellent. Very cool.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Lord Snausage Gateau is trying to buy breakfast with coins that haven't been seen for 1,000 years and no longer qualify as legal tender. The waitress clearly wants to serve him, but she looks conflicted.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Syrme looks at the woman, stunned “You are…incredibly pink.”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
"Ahh, I don't do teleportation. More like flying, extremely fast running, that kind of thing. But each one has a... Strange drawback."
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
She smiles and flips her hair. “Thank you! I used to have a purple hat but I think this one suits me much better, don’t you?” Thalia nods at this statement.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Interesting!" He tilts his head so far that he has to bend his spine sideways. "Teleportation would take too much energy, right? More extreme drawbacks?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I guess that makes sense. I could try teleportation, but the drawback may be too much."
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-
PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
A long, pale hand gently closes around her wrist. "My my!" Says an excited voice. "What a curious item! Is that... a clock? What magic is this?" If she turns to look, there is a towering man in black and pink clothes woven from fine, ancient silks, a tapestry depicting extinct creatures in more detail and beauty than should be possible. His teeth are black and sharp, and his eyes burn with pink magical energy.
"Exquisite! Suits your style well!"
If she has ever studied magic of combat, illusion, or of darker varieties, she knows that this man is a mythical figure who has been 'dead' for over 1,000 years. A man who seemed to have more raw magical power than 99% of recorded individuals throughout history.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
"I got caught trying to teleport away from a fight and I got stuck between realities for a thousand years, so I imagine it might be a bit dangerous to use it regularly even with a thousand years of refinement. Imagine if two people teleported into each other because they were trying to get to the same place at the same time. Ew. So, I think you've made the right choice!"
He chuckles. "My knowledge of magic mostly comes from intuition. As they probably found when they searched my Epic Wizard Tower, my studies were mostly worthless gibberish and thought experiments."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut for himes*
She shakes his hand politely. ”Cassandra Quinn, Appearance mage. You’ll excuse me if I’m hesitant to share my age, yes?”
Thalia whispers loudly “she’s 26”. Cassandra elbows her playfully.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I do plant magic. Most of the time at least. I haven’t found my specialty yet.”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
“I’m sure you will. Before I found my niche, I studied psychology!” She laughs
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sure. My things are earlier, don’t wanna write ‘em again*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Anyways, I’ve got a lot of questions. The primary one being: Why is Thalia here if she can’t do magic?”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’ve decided to take another shot at learning completely to sing the song, ‘getting married today,’ by Stephen Sondheim over the summer.*
*I’ve been looking for a suitable karaoke track and I am reminded why I quit this task in the first place. But I shall not give up. Curses upon myself.*
*so you all know why this is going to be terrible, it’s This song. I’m learning Amy’s parts, the Red Lyrics.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*A thousand torments upon thee*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels