A shop has opened up on the Leonidas Line, carved out of history itself it seems. Nothing big, simply a one room shop with a forge at the back wall and a work bench alongside it. Weaponry lines the windowed front, guns, swords, daggers, hell, even a massive hammer worth more than what most people got on em.
A man works at the forge, whistling a tune of 'Yankee Doodle Boy'. He wears a thick apron, made of deep crimson leather. Underneath it, he wears a simple ruffles blouse, once white and now turned a light brown through the ages. He wears a mask over his face, nothing fancy, more so one built to withstand the heat of the forge when facing it.
He carries a long metal beam out from the fire with a pair of tongs. He walks over to a bucket of water and sets it down in the water, the loud hiss of the metal being cooled echoing off the waters.
A 8-foot tall robot completely encased in heavy metal plating walks into the shop and begins examining the weapons.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
A shop has opened up on the Leonidas Line, carved out of history itself it seems. Nothing big, simply a one room shop with a forge at the back wall and a work bench alongside it. Weaponry lines the windowed front, guns, swords, daggers, hell, even a massive hammer worth more than what most people got on em.
A man works at the forge, whistling a tune of 'Yankee Doodle Boy'. He wears a thick apron, made of deep crimson leather. Underneath it, he wears a simple ruffles blouse, once white and now turned a light brown through the ages. He wears a mask over his face, nothing fancy, more so one built to withstand the heat of the forge when facing it.
He carries a long metal beam out from the fire with a pair of tongs. He walks over to a bucket of water and sets it down in the water, the loud hiss of the metal being cooled echoing off the waters.
He hears a complex song of bells and a humming voice, deep and soft. A large man(?) in a colorful, gore-spattered costume approaches. It's worn and quite ugly, and it seems to be designed to produce the ringing tune that fills the air when the wearer does a specific series of steps.
The masked figure leans against the counter, then sort of rolls against it so that he's looking behind himself to see the gunsmith. He places an ancient, dull, chipped and rusted sickle on the bar, balancing it between one clawed, fuzzy finger and the blade's tip. It has cloth streamers in various colors on the handle, as well as bells on the end opposite to the blade.
A shop has opened up on the Leonidas Line, carved out of history itself it seems. Nothing big, simply a one room shop with a forge at the back wall and a work bench alongside it. Weaponry lines the windowed front, guns, swords, daggers, hell, even a massive hammer worth more than what most people got on em.
A man works at the forge, whistling a tune of 'Yankee Doodle Boy'. He wears a thick apron, made of deep crimson leather. Underneath it, he wears a simple ruffles blouse, once white and now turned a light brown through the ages. He wears a mask over his face, nothing fancy, more so one built to withstand the heat of the forge when facing it.
He carries a long metal beam out from the fire with a pair of tongs. He walks over to a bucket of water and sets it down in the water, the loud hiss of the metal being cooled echoing off the waters.
A 8-foot tall robot completely encased in heavy metal plating walks into the shop and begins examining the weapons.
The man turns to face them and waves "Hey there! Welcome ye to my shoppe!" He tilts his head and bows.
A shop has opened up on the Leonidas Line, carved out of history itself it seems. Nothing big, simply a one room shop with a forge at the back wall and a work bench alongside it. Weaponry lines the windowed front, guns, swords, daggers, hell, even a massive hammer worth more than what most people got on em.
A man works at the forge, whistling a tune of 'Yankee Doodle Boy'. He wears a thick apron, made of deep crimson leather. Underneath it, he wears a simple ruffles blouse, once white and now turned a light brown through the ages. He wears a mask over his face, nothing fancy, more so one built to withstand the heat of the forge when facing it.
He carries a long metal beam out from the fire with a pair of tongs. He walks over to a bucket of water and sets it down in the water, the loud hiss of the metal being cooled echoing off the waters.
He hears a complex song of bells and a humming voice, deep and soft. A large man(?) in a colorful, gore-spattered costume approaches. It's worn and quite ugly, and it seems to be designed to produce the ringing tune that fills the air when the wearer does a specific series of steps.
The masked figure leans against the counter, then sort of rolls against it so that he's looking behind himself to see the gunsmith. He places an ancient, dull, chipped and rusted sickle on the bar, balancing it between one clawed, fuzzy finger and the blade's tip. It has cloth streamers in various colors on the handle, as well as bells on the end opposite to the blade.
"Can this be fixed?"
The man turns, picking up the blade "Mnn.. yes. But it's gonna cost ye a pretty penny." He said
A shop has opened up on the Leonidas Line, carved out of history itself it seems. Nothing big, simply a one room shop with a forge at the back wall and a work bench alongside it. Weaponry lines the windowed front, guns, swords, daggers, hell, even a massive hammer worth more than what most people got on em.
A man works at the forge, whistling a tune of 'Yankee Doodle Boy'. He wears a thick apron, made of deep crimson leather. Underneath it, he wears a simple ruffles blouse, once white and now turned a light brown through the ages. He wears a mask over his face, nothing fancy, more so one built to withstand the heat of the forge when facing it.
He carries a long metal beam out from the fire with a pair of tongs. He walks over to a bucket of water and sets it down in the water, the loud hiss of the metal being cooled echoing off the waters.
A 8-foot tall robot completely encased in heavy metal plating walks into the shop and begins examining the weapons.
The man turns to face them and waves "Hey there! Welcome ye to my shoppe!" He tilts his head and bows.
They bow back. "I'm looking for an upgrade to my weapons. What do you recommend?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
He hears a complex song of bells and a humming voice, deep and soft. A large man(?) in a colorful, gore-spattered costume approaches. It's worn and quite ugly, and it seems to be designed to produce the ringing tune that fills the air when the wearer does a specific series of steps.
The masked figure leans against the counter, then sort of rolls against it so that he's looking behind himself to see the gunsmith. He places an ancient, dull, chipped and rusted sickle on the bar, balancing it between one clawed, fuzzy finger and the blade's tip. It has cloth streamers in various colors on the handle, as well as bells on the end opposite to the blade.
"Can this be fixed?"
The man turns, picking up the blade "Mnn.. yes. But it's gonna cost ye a pretty penny." He said
"How pretty should she be?" He leans in close, the embers in his pipe flaring up.
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)
Fives' robotic body is lying in a corner, a teal, viscous sludge oozing out of it.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
Fives' robotic body is lying in a corner, a teal, viscous sludge oozing out of it.
Evan wanders over to Fives, confused at the goo.
Perception check please?
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
Fives' robotic body is lying in a corner, a teal, viscous sludge oozing out of it.
Evan wanders over to Fives, confused at the goo.
Perception check please?
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Evan looks closer and smells it
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It smells of metal, but when Evan gets close, they can see the slime move up and down slightly, as if it's... breathing?
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
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A 8-foot tall robot completely encased in heavy metal plating walks into the shop and begins examining the weapons.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
He hears a complex song of bells and a humming voice, deep and soft. A large man(?) in a colorful, gore-spattered costume approaches. It's worn and quite ugly, and it seems to be designed to produce the ringing tune that fills the air when the wearer does a specific series of steps.
The masked figure leans against the counter, then sort of rolls against it so that he's looking behind himself to see the gunsmith. He places an ancient, dull, chipped and rusted sickle on the bar, balancing it between one clawed, fuzzy finger and the blade's tip. It has cloth streamers in various colors on the handle, as well as bells on the end opposite to the blade.
"Can this be fixed?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man turns to face them and waves "Hey there! Welcome ye to my shoppe!" He tilts his head and bows.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The man turns, picking up the blade "Mnn.. yes. But it's gonna cost ye a pretty penny." He said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They bow back. "I'm looking for an upgrade to my weapons. What do you recommend?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
*Good morning folks*
*Morning, boyperson(?)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hallo*
*How you doin'?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How pretty should she be?" He leans in close, the embers in his pipe flaring up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm ok i think. working on characters cause i'm still unsure what to bring in*
*hbu baalze*
*Trying to come up with session plans while I consider what I want in a character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*valid, sounds fun*
*hello*
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)
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
Evan wanders over to Fives, confused at the goo.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Perception check please?
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.
Evan looks closer and smells it
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Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
It smells of metal, but when Evan gets close, they can see the slime move up and down slightly, as if it's... breathing?
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person alive.