*sorry im going to be on and off a lot, have to go to the pharmacy*
*no problem!*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*Hood, we haven't RPed on here yet. This must be fixed.*
*indeed it must be! I shall gift you Auntie Calliope’s Deep Scion*
a tiefling wanders the land, wrapped in a blue cloak decorated with gold detailings. On one of his horns, he wears a gold ring. His skin is an ash-gray, his eyes are strangely blue and have oddly shaped pupils, like a cuttlefish. His hair is long and also grey, tied into a long braid. His tail is long and ends in a tuft of grey fur. He has no weapons on him, and he isn’t following any particular path.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Hood, we haven't RPed on here yet. This must be fixed.*
*indeed it must be! I shall gift you Auntie Calliope’s Deep Scion*
a tiefling wanders the land, wrapped in a blue cloak decorated with gold detailings. On one of his horns, he wears a gold ring. His skin is an ash-gray, his eyes are strangely blue and have oddly shaped pupils, like a cuttlefish. His hair is long and also grey, tied into a long braid. His tail is long and ends in a tuft of grey fur. He has no weapons on him, and he isn’t following any particular path.
He encounters a small but lavish house, somehow not sinking into the mud of the swamp. Sweet-smelling steam, pours out of the smokestack that takes the place of a chimney, a floral scent not unlike a sweet herbal tea.
The creaking of a rocking chair can be heard from inside, along with a voice humming no song in particular.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hood, we haven't RPed on here yet. This must be fixed.*
*indeed it must be! I shall gift you Auntie Calliope’s Deep Scion*
a tiefling wanders the land, wrapped in a blue cloak decorated with gold detailings. On one of his horns, he wears a gold ring. His skin is an ash-gray, his eyes are strangely blue and have oddly shaped pupils, like a cuttlefish. His hair is long and also grey, tied into a long braid. His tail is long and ends in a tuft of grey fur. He has no weapons on him, and he isn’t following any particular path.
He encounters a small but lavish house, somehow not sinking into the mud of the swamp. Sweet-smelling steam, pours out of the smokestack that takes the place of a chimney, a floral scent not unlike a sweet herbal tea.
The creaking of a rocking chair can be heard from inside, along with a voice humming no song in particular.
He changes his path to approach the house, stopping right at its front door. He pauses before knocking to take a sip of water from his waterskin. Subconsciously, he traces his fingers along the side of his neck. He brushes a loose strand of hair from his face, revealing a wicked scar running through his eyebrow. He then knocks at the door.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He encounters a small but lavish house, somehow not sinking into the mud of the swamp. Sweet-smelling steam, pours out of the smokestack that takes the place of a chimney, a floral scent not unlike a sweet herbal tea.
The creaking of a rocking chair can be heard from inside, along with a voice humming no song in particular.
He changes his path to approach the house, stopping right at its front door. He pauses before knocking to take a sip of water from his waterskin. Subconsciously, he traces his fingers along the side of his neck. He brushes a loose strand of hair from his face, revealing a wicked scar running through his eyebrow. He then knocks at the door.
The door drifts open, apparently not fully closed in the first place. All of the furniture is sized for a small creature except the rocking recliner, in which sits an uncolored, heavily scarred strugel with a wooden crocodile mask and clothes, white and pink and very fine, that are far too big. The little creature stops rocking, and the sounds of cracking bone and splitting flesh fills the air. It seems to slowly grow and warp, becoming a grey-skinned tiefling with the same scars, although they are less pronounced on the much larger frame. "Come on in, friend. You are welcome here."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He encounters a small but lavish house, somehow not sinking into the mud of the swamp. Sweet-smelling steam, pours out of the smokestack that takes the place of a chimney, a floral scent not unlike a sweet herbal tea.
The creaking of a rocking chair can be heard from inside, along with a voice humming no song in particular.
He changes his path to approach the house, stopping right at its front door. He pauses before knocking to take a sip of water from his waterskin. Subconsciously, he traces his fingers along the side of his neck. He brushes a loose strand of hair from his face, revealing a wicked scar running through his eyebrow. He then knocks at the door.
The door drifts open, apparently not fully closed in the first place. All of the furniture is sized for a small creature except the rocking recliner, in which sits an uncolored, heavily scarred strugel with a wooden crocodile mask and clothes, white and pink and very fine, that are far too big. The little creature stops rocking, and the sounds of cracking bone and splitting flesh fills the air. It seems to slowly grow and warp, becoming a grey-skinned tiefling with the same scars, although they are less pronounced on the much larger frame. "Come on in, friend. You are welcome here."
He steps inside, smiling slightly. “Thank you… this might sound terribly rude of me, but if I may ask, what are you doing so far away from others in this swamp?…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Mud, sand, rock, magma, and more water. Nobody's dug below the mud, though. Neither do we ken why it's here. The glass comes from a few hundred miles south, but it's been here a thousand years. It was on a pedestal then, but the earth shifted and it sank. Didn't do much until Ianculso came along... ten, fifteen years back. Eyes were just more glass then."
“Is Ianculso still alive? Why was the statue built?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The tabaxi sees someone running through the undergrowth, quickly, boots making barely a sound. The velociraptor gives up chewing on the shoe and instead begins to try and climb up the tabaxi.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He places a large plate with an oversized waffle on it in front of Ynera. It has teeny tiny bits of almond throughout it, and it's slightly darker than your typical waffle. "Imprisonment, I'm afraid. I've had a lot of time to think. As it turns out, I outlived my sentence twelve times before they came to get me. Now, for tea, I have the classics: biscuit, earl grey, Braggish breakfast, and warming chai, which has cinnamon and citrus in it. We also have coffee and home-made cola." He places a small, warm pitcher of syrup and a plate of butter beside the waffle.
Ynera takes a fork and knife from his satchel and cuts up the waffle square by square, filling each one with a bit of syrup. “Imprisonment for what crime if I may ask? And chai would be wonderful. Thank you again. I was not expecting hospitality.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*update on the song I’m learning- (Getting Married Today) I’m gonna try and attempt it at full speed, and once I get that down I’ll work on doing it without it being indecipherable mumbling. I think I’ll have the acting for it down because it’s a very panicky song and I’m most in character when it’s someone panicking*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The door drifts open, apparently not fully closed in the first place. All of the furniture is sized for a small creature except the rocking recliner, in which sits an uncolored, heavily scarred strugel with a wooden crocodile mask and clothes, white and pink and very fine, that are far too big. The little creature stops rocking, and the sounds of cracking bone and splitting flesh fills the air. It seems to slowly grow and warp, becoming a grey-skinned tiefling with the same scars, although they are less pronounced on the much larger frame. "Come on in, friend. You are welcome here."
He steps inside, smiling slightly. “Thank you… this might sound terribly rude of me, but if I may ask, what are you doing so far away from others in this swamp?…”
An unseen servant moves about, bringing the newcomer a cup of tea. "I find it's safer to not be near dungeons. I'm building a grand library rather far from here, and the distance makes me harder to notice. In addition, if a raiding band somehow wanders by, I'll be able to fend them off without having to worry about hurting noncombatants. Overall, it's safer for me to be isolated. Please, make yourself at home."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He places a large plate with an oversized waffle on it in front of Ynera. It has teeny tiny bits of almond throughout it, and it's slightly darker than your typical waffle. "Imprisonment, I'm afraid. I've had a lot of time to think. As it turns out, I outlived my sentence twelve times before they came to get me. Now, for tea, I have the classics: biscuit, earl grey, Braggish breakfast, and warming chai, which has cinnamon and citrus in it. We also have coffee and home-made cola." He places a small, warm pitcher of syrup and a plate of butter beside the waffle.
Ynera takes a fork and knife from his satchel and cuts up the waffle square by square, filling each one with a bit of syrup. “Imprisonment for what crime if I may ask? And chai would be wonderful. Thank you again. I was not expecting hospitality.”
"Of course. As for my crimes, there were many. The major ones were mostly related to trying to establish my own country and defending it from 'imminent domain' claims with an army of monsters gathered from local swamps and coasts. On top of that, I forged several pacts with otherworldly entities to keep the kingdom alive. I think I did good, but almost everything I did was illegal on several levels." He looks through some small wooden boxes for tea leaves and eventually finds the proper mix. He loads them into his teapot and places his kettle on to boil.
"The world is filled with small-minded people. Their population has only grown since my imprisonment."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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?"
*Hello! Same! Ddb has been glitching! Now its back! Who hop!*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Celest says something in giant that you can’t understand
”Hello”
*Sorry it took me so long to respond*
Mistra glares at both of them, confused. “Listen. I have two questions. One, who are you, and two, why are you at my house?!”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Celest says something in giant that you can’t understand
”Hello”
*Sorry it took me so long to respond*
"...so I'm presuming you were led here by owls too?"
*Thanks for responding at all*
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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?"
*Hey, y'all, back.*
*Hood, we haven't RPed on here yet. This must be fixed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*no problem!*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*indeed it must be! I shall gift you Auntie Calliope’s Deep Scion*
a tiefling wanders the land, wrapped in a blue cloak decorated with gold detailings. On one of his horns, he wears a gold ring. His skin is an ash-gray, his eyes are strangely blue and have oddly shaped pupils, like a cuttlefish. His hair is long and also grey, tied into a long braid. His tail is long and ends in a tuft of grey fur. He has no weapons on him, and he isn’t following any particular path.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He encounters a small but lavish house, somehow not sinking into the mud of the swamp. Sweet-smelling steam, pours out of the smokestack that takes the place of a chimney, a floral scent not unlike a sweet herbal tea.
The creaking of a rocking chair can be heard from inside, along with a voice humming no song in particular.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He changes his path to approach the house, stopping right at its front door. He pauses before knocking to take a sip of water from his waterskin. Subconsciously, he traces his fingers along the side of his neck. He brushes a loose strand of hair from his face, revealing a wicked scar running through his eyebrow. He then knocks at the door.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The door drifts open, apparently not fully closed in the first place. All of the furniture is sized for a small creature except the rocking recliner, in which sits an uncolored, heavily scarred strugel with a wooden crocodile mask and clothes, white and pink and very fine, that are far too big. The little creature stops rocking, and the sounds of cracking bone and splitting flesh fills the air. It seems to slowly grow and warp, becoming a grey-skinned tiefling with the same scars, although they are less pronounced on the much larger frame. "Come on in, friend. You are welcome here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He steps inside, smiling slightly. “Thank you… this might sound terribly rude of me, but if I may ask, what are you doing so far away from others in this swamp?…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Is Ianculso still alive? Why was the statue built?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The tabaxi sees someone running through the undergrowth, quickly, boots making barely a sound. The velociraptor gives up chewing on the shoe and instead begins to try and climb up the tabaxi.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Ynera takes a fork and knife from his satchel and cuts up the waffle square by square, filling each one with a bit of syrup. “Imprisonment for what crime if I may ask? And chai would be wonderful. Thank you again. I was not expecting hospitality.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*update on the song I’m learning- (Getting Married Today) I’m gonna try and attempt it at full speed, and once I get that down I’ll work on doing it without it being indecipherable mumbling. I think I’ll have the acting for it down because it’s a very panicky song and I’m most in character when it’s someone panicking*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*DDB was down for me for about two hours.*
*I don't know what caused this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An unseen servant moves about, bringing the newcomer a cup of tea. "I find it's safer to not be near dungeons. I'm building a grand library rather far from here, and the distance makes me harder to notice. In addition, if a raiding band somehow wanders by, I'll be able to fend them off without having to worry about hurting noncombatants. Overall, it's safer for me to be isolated. Please, make yourself at home."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course. As for my crimes, there were many. The major ones were mostly related to trying to establish my own country and defending it from 'imminent domain' claims with an army of monsters gathered from local swamps and coasts. On top of that, I forged several pacts with otherworldly entities to keep the kingdom alive. I think I did good, but almost everything I did was illegal on several levels." He looks through some small wooden boxes for tea leaves and eventually finds the proper mix. He loads them into his teapot and places his kettle on to boil.
"The world is filled with small-minded people. Their population has only grown since my imprisonment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
* Same*
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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*Hello! Same! Ddb has been glitching! Now its back! Who hop!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Cut with StereotypicalDM*
Celest says something in giant that you can’t understand
”Hello”
*Sorry it took me so long to respond*
I like dice!
*same*
I like dice!
Mistra glares at both of them, confused.
“Listen. I have two questions. One, who are you, and two, why are you at my house?!”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"...so I'm presuming you were led here by owls too?"
*Thanks for responding at all*
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?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-