They hand the five gold coins over, first, then say, "Teir 4, I don't believe I have one yet, and Wynna Brie."
The leonin takes the coin and slips it into the cashier-looking machine in front of them. "Zone 1 has a greater density of enemies that are worth less points, and Zone 2 has less common, stronger enemies that are worth more points." They hand her a golden pin, no larger than their thumb. It seems to clip onto a shirt or other fabric.
"Then, Zone one" and they clip the pin, on there clothing
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Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
Blue and gold twisting banners line the streets, flower petals scattered along the cobbled streets leading up to the massive arena. It's structured similarly to a colosseum, stretching high into the sky in a partial dome-like structure, though not quite covering the top. The path itself runs over the grassy prairie, widening out near the tall gate built into the side of the arena, portcullis currently raised to accommodate the large portion of competitors making their way through. Celebratory music in the form of war drums and horns rings out from the tops of the stands, flags of Zaidan held high and hung on steel poles above the arena. The archways of the structure are gilded with silver and wrought iron decor, covering each of the four gates. A small checkpoint is set up at each, where fully armored, armed individuals bearing griffon signets are carefully stopping and inspecting each individual making their way through. The arena opens today, with each individual assigned a drop zone and given a certain amount of allotted time to gather as many points as possible. The closest gate guard looks to be some sort of leonin with white fur and hazel-toned eyes, wearing gleaming armor engraved with runes. Their warhammer is slung over their shoulder, as they beckon for the next entrant to come forward. "Your name, please."
*Idk if Atlas has signed up yet, but he’ll be doing 1v1s and I forget the other options.*
“Atlas Rex.” A raspy voice says, coming from a cloaked figure with pale gray eyes that seem to glow. Their studded leather armor looks new, and they move silently, smooth wooden longbow strapped to their back, shortswords at their side.
The leonin sighs, flipping through their book. "Unregistered. May I have your full name, world of origin, tier, and zone preference? Your entry fee is five gold."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Now, can i join the death on the killing floor now
My Stat block is the Archmages, just, but some of the liches things, i believe*
*Could you link the exact statblock?*
*I don't think there is one, its a lich that has shapechanged into an Archmage*
*Gotcha. Should just be the archmage statblock entirely for now (ignoring what shapechange says because the spell is complicated with spellcasters) with the extended clause your shapechange ends when you drop to 0.*
*Okay! So, they can't die, or they die for good*
*When they die, they're reverted to a lich, and from there if they're killed they're dead permanently. *
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Blue and gold twisting banners line the streets, flower petals scattered along the cobbled streets leading up to the massive arena. It's structured similarly to a colosseum, stretching high into the sky in a partial dome-like structure, though not quite covering the top. The path itself runs over the grassy prairie, widening out near the tall gate built into the side of the arena, portcullis currently raised to accommodate the large portion of competitors making their way through. Celebratory music in the form of war drums and horns rings out from the tops of the stands, flags of Zaidan held high and hung on steel poles above the arena. The archways of the structure are gilded with silver and wrought iron decor, covering each of the four gates. A small checkpoint is set up at each, where fully armored, armed individuals bearing griffon signets are carefully stopping and inspecting each individual making their way through. The arena opens today, with each individual assigned a drop zone and given a certain amount of allotted time to gather as many points as possible. The closest gate guard looks to be some sort of leonin with white fur and hazel-toned eyes, wearing gleaming armor engraved with runes. Their warhammer is slung over their shoulder, as they beckon for the next entrant to come forward. "Your name, please."
*Idk if Atlas has signed up yet, but he’ll be doing 1v1s and I forget the other options.*
“Atlas Rex.” A raspy voice says, coming from a cloaked figure with pale gray eyes that seem to glow. Their studded leather armor looks new, and they move silently, smooth wooden longbow strapped to their back, shortswords at their side.
The leonin sighs, flipping through their book. "Unregistered. May I have your full name, world of origin, tier, and zone preference? Your entry fee is five gold."
“My apologies. Zone 2, Atlas Rex… which I already said, and tier 3. My world of origin is Kalase.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*Now, can i join the death on the killing floor now
My Stat block is the Archmages, just, but some of the liches things, i believe*
*Could you link the exact statblock?*
*I don't think there is one, its a lich that has shapechanged into an Archmage*
*Gotcha. Should just be the archmage statblock entirely for now (ignoring what shapechange says because the spell is complicated with spellcasters) with the extended clause your shapechange ends when you drop to 0.*
*Okay! So, they can't die, or they die for good*
*When they die, they're reverted to a lich, and from there if they're killed they're dead permanently. *
*Dang, so i have to keep a spell slot for some sort of way of runing*
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Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
They hand the five gold coins over, first, then say, "Teir 4, I don't believe I have one yet, and Wynna Brie."
The leonin takes the coin and slips it into the cashier-looking machine in front of them. "Zone 1 has a greater density of enemies that are worth less points, and Zone 2 has less common, stronger enemies that are worth more points." They hand her a golden pin, no larger than their thumb. It seems to clip onto a shirt or other fabric.
"Then, Zone one" and they clip the pin, on there clothing
The leonin hands them a brassy disk, a button on the center. "You're good to go." Once they press the button, they feel themselves dematerialize in a rather disorienting fashion, reforming slowly back onto the grassy field ahead--yet now the sounds of battle are much closer and more frequent. Only about 100 ft from them, they spot a nearly 10 ft tall armored figure with a glaive, standing over a pile of bones. The next closest battle is maybe about 400 ft away, a massive warforged with silvered feather knives gathered into a cloak being thrown with precision at multiple skeletal targets.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Anyone want to RP with me a little on here? I did an intro a bit ago.*
*Ask Cyno, because, i have to leave soon*
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Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
“My apologies. Zone 2, Atlas Rex… which I already said, and tier 3. My world of origin is Kalase.”
"Understood." The leonin writes something down in their logbook. They offer a bronze disk over, with a button on top. "Five gold for the fee and you're free to go."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“My apologies. Zone 2, Atlas Rex… which I already said, and tier 3. My world of origin is Kalase.”
"Understood." The leonin writes something down in their logbook. They offer a bronze disk over, with a button on top. "Five gold for the fee and you're free to go."
Atlas slides over the gold and takes the disk. “Many thanks.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
I do not want to. They set off towards the trion. Besides, if I win this, it would prove difficult for any of them to take me down. Even if weakened from the fight. Before they breach around 100 feet to the trion, they stop, slowly halting to watch and wait for the result of their fight, as well as trying to analyze them as a fighter.
Nylon watches as the silver trion cleanly decapitates two identical bone-snakes with a ricocheting metal feather, their sword held in one hand with the other free. They finish off their last opponent with a boot to the skull, a loud snapping sound as the bone cracks in two. Their cloak is partially stained in blood -- it seems as if it were not only undead opponents they were fighting. The trion looks over their shoulder at Nylon curiously.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Anyone want to RP with me a little on here? I did an intro a bit ago.*
*Ask Cyno, because, i have to leave soon*
*I can maybe handle another rp*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“My apologies. Zone 2, Atlas Rex… which I already said, and tier 3. My world of origin is Kalase.”
"Understood." The leonin writes something down in their logbook. They offer a bronze disk over, with a button on top. "Five gold for the fee and you're free to go."
Atlas slides over the gold and takes the disk. “Many thanks.”
When he pushes the button, he feels the nauseating feeling of dematerializing, body drifting into particles scattered to the wind, before reforming very suddenly near the center of the field, covered in blood and bone. Theres a sound of screeching nearby, as a massive, skeletal wyvern finishes off another contestant with its talons.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“My apologies. Zone 2, Atlas Rex… which I already said, and tier 3. My world of origin is Kalase.”
"Understood." The leonin writes something down in their logbook. They offer a bronze disk over, with a button on top. "Five gold for the fee and you're free to go."
Atlas slides over the gold and takes the disk. “Many thanks.”
When he pushes the button, he feels the nauseating feeling of dematerializing, body drifting into particles scattered to the wind, before reforming very suddenly near the center of the field, covered in blood and bone. Theres a sound of screeching nearby, as a massive, skeletal wyvern finishes off another contestant with its talons.
Atlas glances around and nods to himself. “Very well.” He grabs his bow and aims it at the head of the wyvern.
15 initiative. (Forgot wisdom bonus from Gloomstalker on sheet.)
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
I do not want to. They set off towards the trion. Besides, if I win this, it would prove difficult for any of them to take me down. Even if weakened from the fight. Before they breach around 100 feet to the trion, they stop, slowly halting to watch and wait for the result of their fight, as well as trying to analyze them as a fighter.
Nylon watches as the silver trion cleanly decapitates two identical bone-snakes with a ricocheting metal feather, their sword held in one hand with the other free. They finish off their last opponent with a boot to the skull, a loud snapping sound as the bone cracks in two. Their cloak is partially stained in blood -- it seems as if it were not only undead opponents they were fighting. The trion looks over their shoulder at Nylon curiously.
Their arms are folded as they wait, polearm planted into the ground beside them. They nod as the trion finishes their battle, giving only a few seconds for both the tension to rise, as well as offering a brief reprieve from battle. Not long enough to do more than catch whatever breath they need, though, as after around twelve seconds, Nylon uproots their polearm, and with a quiet sigh, looses the wraps from around it. The glaive's sheen is blinding at a glance, not unlike any other carefully polished Zaidinian set of plate, yet this one proves unique. The silver engravings over red-steel haft, the organic swirls of moons, and the gleaming head that never seems to catch any form of wear nor blunt edge--the whole package completed with the opposing ends meathook looking as if designed to gut as it rends through steel. They don't wait any longer now that their hand is shown, beginning to tread towards the trion, with simple, hefty steps that almost seem to quake through the ground.
Jinaxia is wandering around, taking in the sights. She appears to be a human... a rogue, judging by her cloak and dagger.
She sees a tiefling on the street corner, humming to himself as he flips through a deck of cards. He's tall, likely just oover 6 ft, with a deep indigo-toned skin and shorter horns that curve backwards over the head. His hair is dark, long and tucked into a low bun, a few silver cuffs woven into braids that tie in as well. His attire is a strange mix of both practical and very purposefully put together, a stitched together top embroidered and some blend between higher military officer and possibly some sort of magistrate, though any indication of what his job may be is anyone's guess. At his side is a single, sheathed cutlass, a string of beads hanging off the end. He raises his hand in greeting as she passes by.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Atlas glances around and nods to himself. “Very well.” He grabs his bow and aims it at the head of the wyvern.
15 initiative. (Forgot wisdom bonus from Gloomstalker on sheet.)
Atlas can go first, take your action
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Then, Zone one" and they clip the pin, on there clothing
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
The leonin sighs, flipping through their book. "Unregistered. May I have your full name, world of origin, tier, and zone preference? Your entry fee is five gold."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*When they die, they're reverted to a lich, and from there if they're killed they're dead permanently. *
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“My apologies. Zone 2, Atlas Rex… which I already said, and tier 3. My world of origin is Kalase.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*Dang, so i have to keep a spell slot for some sort of way of runing*
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
*Anyone want to RP with me a little on here? I did an intro a bit ago.*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
Goobertio is my hired goon (probably paid), and this is my extended signature: (^v^)
Also, I am a narcissist, used to be aromantic (maybe still am? I dunno...) and 100% a nerd. But, like, a really weird one. More weird than most.
The leonin hands them a brassy disk, a button on the center. "You're good to go." Once they press the button, they feel themselves dematerialize in a rather disorienting fashion, reforming slowly back onto the grassy field ahead--yet now the sounds of battle are much closer and more frequent. Only about 100 ft from them, they spot a nearly 10 ft tall armored figure with a glaive, standing over a pile of bones. The next closest battle is maybe about 400 ft away, a massive warforged with silvered feather knives gathered into a cloak being thrown with precision at multiple skeletal targets.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Ask Cyno, because, i have to leave soon*
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
"Understood." The leonin writes something down in their logbook. They offer a bronze disk over, with a button on top. "Five gold for the fee and you're free to go."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Atlas slides over the gold and takes the disk. “Many thanks.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*Aw. I probably do too, honestly.*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
Goobertio is my hired goon (probably paid), and this is my extended signature: (^v^)
Also, I am a narcissist, used to be aromantic (maybe still am? I dunno...) and 100% a nerd. But, like, a really weird one. More weird than most.
Nylon watches as the silver trion cleanly decapitates two identical bone-snakes with a ricocheting metal feather, their sword held in one hand with the other free. They finish off their last opponent with a boot to the skull, a loud snapping sound as the bone cracks in two. Their cloak is partially stained in blood -- it seems as if it were not only undead opponents they were fighting. The trion looks over their shoulder at Nylon curiously.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I can maybe handle another rp*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*If you can't, that's fine, I probably have to get off soon anyways.*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
Goobertio is my hired goon (probably paid), and this is my extended signature: (^v^)
Also, I am a narcissist, used to be aromantic (maybe still am? I dunno...) and 100% a nerd. But, like, a really weird one. More weird than most.
When he pushes the button, he feels the nauseating feeling of dematerializing, body drifting into particles scattered to the wind, before reforming very suddenly near the center of the field, covered in blood and bone. Theres a sound of screeching nearby, as a massive, skeletal wyvern finishes off another contestant with its talons.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Atlas glances around and nods to himself. “Very well.” He grabs his bow and aims it at the head of the wyvern.
15 initiative. (Forgot wisdom bonus from Gloomstalker on sheet.)
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Their arms are folded as they wait, polearm planted into the ground beside them. They nod as the trion finishes their battle, giving only a few seconds for both the tension to rise, as well as offering a brief reprieve from battle. Not long enough to do more than catch whatever breath they need, though, as after around twelve seconds, Nylon uproots their polearm, and with a quiet sigh, looses the wraps from around it. The glaive's sheen is blinding at a glance, not unlike any other carefully polished Zaidinian set of plate, yet this one proves unique. The silver engravings over red-steel haft, the organic swirls of moons, and the gleaming head that never seems to catch any form of wear nor blunt edge--the whole package completed with the opposing ends meathook looking as if designed to gut as it rends through steel.
They don't wait any longer now that their hand is shown, beginning to tread towards the trion, with simple, hefty steps that almost seem to quake through the ground.
say hi meta
:3
i miss repelt :[
She sees a tiefling on the street corner, humming to himself as he flips through a deck of cards. He's tall, likely just oover 6 ft, with a deep indigo-toned skin and shorter horns that curve backwards over the head. His hair is dark, long and tucked into a low bun, a few silver cuffs woven into braids that tie in as well. His attire is a strange mix of both practical and very purposefully put together, a stitched together top embroidered and some blend between higher military officer and possibly some sort of magistrate, though any indication of what his job may be is anyone's guess. At his side is a single, sheathed cutlass, a string of beads hanging off the end. He raises his hand in greeting as she passes by.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Atlas can go first, take your action
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I'm heading to bed. Good night, everyone! Hope you all have a wonderful time, and find no Stirges in your basements!*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
Goobertio is my hired goon (probably paid), and this is my extended signature: (^v^)
Also, I am a narcissist, used to be aromantic (maybe still am? I dunno...) and 100% a nerd. But, like, a really weird one. More weird than most.