*arrrghhhhhhh too many characters to pick just one, let's go with Bandanna Waddle Dee*
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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)
Walking into the Sphinx Of Morning is a smiling young woman wearing a crimson flapper dress detailed with black patterns and golden embroidery, and a frankly absurd amount of jewelry. Bracelets, rings, earrings, necklaces, chains, all silver and gold, all diamonds, or emeralds, or some other ungodly expensive, perfectly cut gem. A brunette, her hair is cut into a bob, and she has fair skin, as well as quite a bit of makeup. Her eyes are a glimmering golden, with flecks of orange and grey.
she strolls in, seemingly unaccompanied, taking in the room. She sits down alone at a table, setting down her purse on the table and rummaging through it.
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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.”
A huge, 8-foot tall man(?) in welded steel armor that covers every inch of their body walks in and up to the training area. They begin throwing darts at a target with incredible accuracy.
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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)
*Ill be on and interact with these intros in a couple hours :))*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Arex the Bold (You will never find the guy I'm talking about.) Really cool thread.
A formidable looking halfing steps out of a dark alleyway in Marilla. He carries a complex contraption, wicked blades sticking out from underneath his cloak.
Nearby, a student of a local school of magic practices. The halflings expression darkens. "Disgusting, one day all of them will be gone." He mutters. He turns around, and heads back into the alleyway. The last thing seen of the man is his wicked blade. Etched into which is a symbol, an arrow surrounded by black thorns.
Spellcasters beware, Thornguage has come to this land.
*Is he staying only in Marilia? I should also post a map probably*
*Nah, just scouting out his enemy.*
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Walking into the tavern is a pale skinned teenager, staring at the ground, with a frown on his face. He has blonde hair tied into a ponytail, a freckled face, and bright blue eyes. He wears heavy seeming chain mail armor perfectly made for his size, and is writing something down.
Behind the counter of the bar is a massive centaur in maybe his mid 30s with silvery fur cropped short and a black toned tail and mane braided with red ribbons. He’s wiping down the counter, a slight frown on his face, his long hair pulled back into a bun, wearing simple clothes with half-plate armor and a mace hung at his side. He raises a hand slightly in greeting.
The boy raises a hand back, placing the piece of paper he’s writing on on the table next to him. He walks over to the centaur, frowning, and when he speaks, his accent is elegant and soft. “This is the Killing Floor, correct?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
An echoing cracking sound, not unlike part of stone wall crumbling, is heard outside in the shopping district- one sound runics can make possibly being familiar to many Zaidanians there- as a man practically glowing with the shine of his plate armor appears. He wears a simple crown of some sort, glyphs wrapping around the side carved into the metal. His mane of brown hair grows down to just above his paldrons, framing his well-kept beard and moustache, giving him a somewhat dignified look. On the man's back is a gorgeously made maul - one edge of it coevered in serrated crocodile tooth like edges and the other the head of a hammer crusted in golden blood. The handle is covered in chiseled vines of white marble, gilded with gold and trimmed with black steel. The vines wrap and strangle depictions of crocodilian beasts, the whole piece giving off an almost sad aura. In contrast, the man marches in jubilantly and triumphantly through the street, his very gait itself practically crying out 'HAZZAH!!' as he heads in the direction of the tavern, although slowed a bit by his sometimes getting sidetracked looking at vendors wares and greeting people as he passes
*Oh, also, Nightmare King Grimm*
Leaning against the doorframe of the tavern is a familiar, tall man with a wide brimmed black hat, his white tipped hair braided down the back of his knee-length coat. There’s what looks to be a cigarette in his mouth —though Quinclot quickly realizes that it’s actually just a lollipop, as Khazran pulls it out of his mouth. Strapped in bandoliers down his chest are an assortment of various grenades and potions, his undershirt collared and in a more western style, with a red bandana and a silver belt buckle holding up slim fitting pants that widen near the ends of the legs where is boots poke out. On the side of his hip is a gorgeous pistol, kept clean and oiled. He smiles a little, holding up a hand. “Password please, my friend. We don’t allow ruffians around here, or scoundrels such as yourself.”
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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
*arrrghhhhhhh too many characters to pick just one, let's go with Bandanna Waddle Dee*
*be friendly to the hyenas*
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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
*arrrghhhhhhh too many characters to pick just one, let's go with Bandanna Waddle Dee*
*be friendly to the hyenas*
*hyenas :3*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The boy raises a hand back, placing the piece of paper he’s writing on on the table next to him. He walks over to the centaur, frowning, and when he speaks, his accent is elegant and soft. “This is the Killing Floor, correct?”
“Bit off, mate.” The centaur responds in a bit of a rough but friendly manner. “This is the Sphinx. If yer planning on staying the night in the city, yer in the right spot. Couple’a blocks down, past the big signs, head westward and you’ll hit the registry spot. Killing Floor opens at 9 o clock sharp.”
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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 boy raises a hand back, placing the piece of paper he’s writing on on the table next to him. He walks over to the centaur, frowning, and when he speaks, his accent is elegant and soft. “This is the Killing Floor, correct?”
“Bit off, mate.” The centaur responds in a bit of a rough but friendly manner. “This is the Sphinx. If yer planning on staying the night in the city, yer in the right spot. Couple’a blocks down, past the big signs, head westward and you’ll hit the registry spot. Killing Floor opens at 9 o clock sharp.”
“Could’ve sworn I…” He looks at the piece of paper. “Nope, you’re right. I really cannot read maps. I suppose I’ll stay here for the night. How much is a room and a mug of cocoa?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The boy raises a hand back, placing the piece of paper he’s writing on on the table next to him. He walks over to the centaur, frowning, and when he speaks, his accent is elegant and soft. “This is the Killing Floor, correct?”
“Bit off, mate.” The centaur responds in a bit of a rough but friendly manner. “This is the Sphinx. If yer planning on staying the night in the city, yer in the right spot. Couple’a blocks down, past the big signs, head westward and you’ll hit the registry spot. Killing Floor opens at 9 o clock sharp.”
“Could’ve sworn I…” He looks at the piece of paper. “Nope, you’re right. I really cannot read maps. I suppose I’ll stay here for the night. How much is a room and a mug of cocoa?”
He taps a finger on the point of the map. “There’s your destination. And that’ll be two silver per night in the cheapest room, four copper for a cocoa. Five if you want marshmellows in it.”
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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
A woman, sits in a tall building in Goristran, looking out over the city out of a large window, the darkness of night filling the room. A man, hidden in the darkness steps forwards, speaking to the woman in a weary voice. "Are you sure about this? This is not like you." She speaks, her voice pleasant, but cold. "I am, it is a risk I'm willing to take, if it works I will become rich beyond your wildest dreams, if not... Well, all the more reason for it to work." She smiles, a wicked curve that does not reach her eyes. The man leaves, taking one last look towards the woman.
The smiles drops from the woman's face as he leaves. "That fool, how dare he speak to me without every inch of respect I deserve. Nevertheless he does his job well, he has no idea of who I am."
She exits the room, the moonlight has changed her, he is now taller, frame more rigid, and footsteps silent. "Sleep well royal houses of Goristran, it might be one of your final nights alive."
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
The boy raises a hand back, placing the piece of paper he’s writing on on the table next to him. He walks over to the centaur, frowning, and when he speaks, his accent is elegant and soft. “This is the Killing Floor, correct?”
“Bit off, mate.” The centaur responds in a bit of a rough but friendly manner. “This is the Sphinx. If yer planning on staying the night in the city, yer in the right spot. Couple’a blocks down, past the big signs, head westward and you’ll hit the registry spot. Killing Floor opens at 9 o clock sharp.”
“Could’ve sworn I…” He looks at the piece of paper. “Nope, you’re right. I really cannot read maps. I suppose I’ll stay here for the night. How much is a room and a mug of cocoa?”
He taps a finger on the point of the map. “There’s your destination. And that’ll be two silver per night in the cheapest room, four copper for a cocoa. Five if you want marshmellows in it.”
“Oh definitely.” He slides over the money, sighing. “You must get a lot of visitors.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A huge, 8-foot tall man(?) in welded steel armor that covers every inch of their body walks in and up to the training area. They begin throwing darts at a target with incredible accuracy.
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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)
“Oh definitely.” He slides over the money, sighing. “You must get a lot of visitors.”
“Plenty. This is a hub for travel pretty much.” The centaur flicks the coins up and catches them one by one, to count them. “Your drink will be out in a minute. First time in Zaidan?”
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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
“Oh definitely.” He slides over the money, sighing. “You must get a lot of visitors.”
“Plenty. This is a hub for travel pretty much.” The centaur flicks the coins up and catches them one by one, to count them. “Your drink will be out in a minute. First time in Zaidan?”
“Indeed. Made it my goal to travel the worlds after mine became unsafe.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A huge, 8-foot tall man(?) in welded steel armor that covers every inch of their body walks in and up to the training area. They begin throwing darts at a target with incredible accuracy.
A tall, lean human in a coat that runs down to his knees and a wide brimmed black hat resting on his head sits nearby, having a drink. His hair is long and dark, with white streaks, braided down his back. The man’s face is marred by a long scar over the left eye, though he has a cheerful smile and a very large pistol strapped to his side. “Nice darts. Can’t say that’s a common fighting style around here, but I’ve heard of some crazy serial killer that once used magic rocks to kill people, so I guess anything is possible.”
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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
“Oh definitely.” He slides over the money, sighing. “You must get a lot of visitors.”
“Plenty. This is a hub for travel pretty much.” The centaur flicks the coins up and catches them one by one, to count them. “Your drink will be out in a minute. First time in Zaidan?”
“Indeed. Made it my goal to travel the worlds after mine became unsafe.”
He quirks a slight smile, turning to get the drink. “Might’ve came to the wrong place then. Good for visits, not so good for staying and living.”
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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
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*maybe I could make a werewolf or an eldritch knight or sonething i dunno*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*don't kick the hyenas?*
*arrrghhhhhhh too many characters to pick just one, let's go with Bandanna Waddle Dee*
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
Walking into the Sphinx Of Morning is a smiling young woman wearing a crimson flapper dress detailed with black patterns and golden embroidery, and a frankly absurd amount of jewelry. Bracelets, rings, earrings, necklaces, chains, all silver and gold, all diamonds, or emeralds, or some other ungodly expensive, perfectly cut gem. A brunette, her hair is cut into a bob, and she has fair skin, as well as quite a bit of makeup. Her eyes are a glimmering golden, with flecks of orange and grey.
she strolls in, seemingly unaccompanied, taking in the room. She sits down alone at a table, setting down her purse on the table and rummaging through it.
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.”
A huge, 8-foot tall man(?) in welded steel armor that covers every inch of their body walks in and up to the training area. They begin throwing darts at a target with incredible accuracy.
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
*Ill be on and interact with these intros in a couple hours :))*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Nah, just scouting out his enemy.*
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
The boy raises a hand back, placing the piece of paper he’s writing on on the table next to him. He walks over to the centaur, frowning, and when he speaks, his accent is elegant and soft. “This is the Killing Floor, correct?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Leaning against the doorframe of the tavern is a familiar, tall man with a wide brimmed black hat, his white tipped hair braided down the back of his knee-length coat. There’s what looks to be a cigarette in his mouth —though Quinclot quickly realizes that it’s actually just a lollipop, as Khazran pulls it out of his mouth. Strapped in bandoliers down his chest are an assortment of various grenades and potions, his undershirt collared and in a more western style, with a red bandana and a silver belt buckle holding up slim fitting pants that widen near the ends of the legs where is boots poke out. On the side of his hip is a gorgeous pistol, kept clean and oiled. He smiles a little, holding up a hand. “Password please, my friend. We don’t allow ruffians around here, or scoundrels such as yourself.”
— 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
*be friendly to the hyenas*
— 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
*hyenas :3*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Bit off, mate.” The centaur responds in a bit of a rough but friendly manner. “This is the Sphinx. If yer planning on staying the night in the city, yer in the right spot. Couple’a blocks down, past the big signs, head westward and you’ll hit the registry spot. Killing Floor opens at 9 o clock sharp.”
— 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
“Could’ve sworn I…” He looks at the piece of paper. “Nope, you’re right. I really cannot read maps. I suppose I’ll stay here for the night. How much is a room and a mug of cocoa?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
He taps a finger on the point of the map. “There’s your destination. And that’ll be two silver per night in the cheapest room, four copper for a cocoa. Five if you want marshmellows in it.”
— 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
A woman, sits in a tall building in Goristran, looking out over the city out of a large window, the darkness of night filling the room. A man, hidden in the darkness steps forwards, speaking to the woman in a weary voice. "Are you sure about this? This is not like you." She speaks, her voice pleasant, but cold. "I am, it is a risk I'm willing to take, if it works I will become rich beyond your wildest dreams, if not... Well, all the more reason for it to work." She smiles, a wicked curve that does not reach her eyes. The man leaves, taking one last look towards the woman.
The smiles drops from the woman's face as he leaves. "That fool, how dare he speak to me without every inch of respect I deserve. Nevertheless he does his job well, he has no idea of who I am."
She exits the room, the moonlight has changed her, he is now taller, frame more rigid, and footsteps silent. "Sleep well royal houses of Goristran, it might be one of your final nights alive."
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
“Oh definitely.” He slides over the money, sighing. “You must get a lot of visitors.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
“Plenty. This is a hub for travel pretty much.” The centaur flicks the coins up and catches them one by one, to count them. “Your drink will be out in a minute. First time in Zaidan?”
— 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
“Indeed. Made it my goal to travel the worlds after mine became unsafe.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
A tall, lean human in a coat that runs down to his knees and a wide brimmed black hat resting on his head sits nearby, having a drink. His hair is long and dark, with white streaks, braided down his back. The man’s face is marred by a long scar over the left eye, though he has a cheerful smile and a very large pistol strapped to his side. “Nice darts. Can’t say that’s a common fighting style around here, but I’ve heard of some crazy serial killer that once used magic rocks to kill people, so I guess anything is possible.”
— 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
He quirks a slight smile, turning to get the drink. “Might’ve came to the wrong place then. Good for visits, not so good for staying and living.”
— 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