“Well, erm, I can draw you a map? I know the city very well.”
"Oh, yes, that would be fun! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly as much of a chance to explore as I've wanted to..."
“Oh? When did you arrive?”
"Oh... two days ago...? I haven't been here long, but I've taken quite a liking to this dreary old place!"
“Then maybe I should draw you a map of the whole city.”
The being's hands clasp together enthusiastically.
"Oh, I would love that!"
“Alright! I have an excellent memory!” He says, pleased to be able to do something to help.
"Good! That tends to be useful in your line of work."
“Yes, yes, bards do have to remember our songs. I believe I have memorized hundreds of songs so I can play them by instinct. It helps if you made the songs yourself.l
"YEs, I suppose it does..."
Duan rummages around through the cabinets of the tavern before he finds a piece of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink. He carefully begins to scratch out an outline of the city, circling a few areas and writing what they are. There’s the center palace, the library, and the main square. “The main square is especially dangerous. Shadows love to flock there as that’s where most people show up.” Duan explains as he continues to write. The map comes out a bit smudged, but intact and simple to read. Duan must be an artist as well as a singer to have that kind of skill, or maybe like he said, he has an excellent memory. “There are maps inside the city as well, probably better than mine, and there are definitely some in the library. Take one if you see one.”
"I will... And the library is there...?"
A long finger points to the marked area.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
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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.
“Well, erm, I can draw you a map? I know the city very well.”
"Oh, yes, that would be fun! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly as much of a chance to explore as I've wanted to..."
“Oh? When did you arrive?”
"Oh... two days ago...? I haven't been here long, but I've taken quite a liking to this dreary old place!"
“Then maybe I should draw you a map of the whole city.”
The being's hands clasp together enthusiastically.
"Oh, I would love that!"
“Alright! I have an excellent memory!” He says, pleased to be able to do something to help.
"Good! That tends to be useful in your line of work."
“Yes, yes, bards do have to remember our songs. I believe I have memorized hundreds of songs so I can play them by instinct. It helps if you made the songs yourself.l
"YEs, I suppose it does..."
Duan rummages around through the cabinets of the tavern before he finds a piece of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink. He carefully begins to scratch out an outline of the city, circling a few areas and writing what they are. There’s the center palace, the library, and the main square. “The main square is especially dangerous. Shadows love to flock there as that’s where most people show up.” Duan explains as he continues to write. The map comes out a bit smudged, but intact and simple to read. Duan must be an artist as well as a singer to have that kind of skill, or maybe like he said, he has an excellent memory. “There are maps inside the city as well, probably better than mine, and there are definitely some in the library. Take one if you see one.”
"I will... And the library is there...?"
A long finger points to the marked area.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
"Alright... I will go and visit there..."
The being grabs the map, and takes another lok at it, before stashing it into a shadowy recess of the cloak, before waving a quick goodbye, and heading outside the tavern.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Well, erm, I can draw you a map? I know the city very well.”
"Oh, yes, that would be fun! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly as much of a chance to explore as I've wanted to..."
“Oh? When did you arrive?”
"Oh... two days ago...? I haven't been here long, but I've taken quite a liking to this dreary old place!"
“Then maybe I should draw you a map of the whole city.”
The being's hands clasp together enthusiastically.
"Oh, I would love that!"
“Alright! I have an excellent memory!” He says, pleased to be able to do something to help.
"Good! That tends to be useful in your line of work."
“Yes, yes, bards do have to remember our songs. I believe I have memorized hundreds of songs so I can play them by instinct. It helps if you made the songs yourself.l
"YEs, I suppose it does..."
Duan rummages around through the cabinets of the tavern before he finds a piece of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink. He carefully begins to scratch out an outline of the city, circling a few areas and writing what they are. There’s the center palace, the library, and the main square. “The main square is especially dangerous. Shadows love to flock there as that’s where most people show up.” Duan explains as he continues to write. The map comes out a bit smudged, but intact and simple to read. Duan must be an artist as well as a singer to have that kind of skill, or maybe like he said, he has an excellent memory. “There are maps inside the city as well, probably better than mine, and there are definitely some in the library. Take one if you see one.”
"I will... And the library is there...?"
A long finger points to the marked area.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
"Alright... I will go and visit there..."
The being grabs the map, and takes another lok at it, before stashing it into a shadowy recess of the cloak, before waving a quick goodbye, and heading outside the tavern.
“Farewell!”
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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.
“Well, erm, I can draw you a map? I know the city very well.”
"Oh, yes, that would be fun! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly as much of a chance to explore as I've wanted to..."
“Oh? When did you arrive?”
"Oh... two days ago...? I haven't been here long, but I've taken quite a liking to this dreary old place!"
“Then maybe I should draw you a map of the whole city.”
The being's hands clasp together enthusiastically.
"Oh, I would love that!"
“Alright! I have an excellent memory!” He says, pleased to be able to do something to help.
"Good! That tends to be useful in your line of work."
“Yes, yes, bards do have to remember our songs. I believe I have memorized hundreds of songs so I can play them by instinct. It helps if you made the songs yourself.l
"YEs, I suppose it does..."
Duan rummages around through the cabinets of the tavern before he finds a piece of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink. He carefully begins to scratch out an outline of the city, circling a few areas and writing what they are. There’s the center palace, the library, and the main square. “The main square is especially dangerous. Shadows love to flock there as that’s where most people show up.” Duan explains as he continues to write. The map comes out a bit smudged, but intact and simple to read. Duan must be an artist as well as a singer to have that kind of skill, or maybe like he said, he has an excellent memory. “There are maps inside the city as well, probably better than mine, and there are definitely some in the library. Take one if you see one.”
"I will... And the library is there...?"
A long finger points to the marked area.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
"Alright... I will go and visit there..."
The being grabs the map, and takes another lok at it, before stashing it into a shadowy recess of the cloak, before waving a quick goodbye, and heading outside the tavern.
“Farewell!”
"Farewell, brave Duan..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Well, erm, I can draw you a map? I know the city very well.”
"Oh, yes, that would be fun! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly as much of a chance to explore as I've wanted to..."
“Oh? When did you arrive?”
"Oh... two days ago...? I haven't been here long, but I've taken quite a liking to this dreary old place!"
“Then maybe I should draw you a map of the whole city.”
The being's hands clasp together enthusiastically.
"Oh, I would love that!"
“Alright! I have an excellent memory!” He says, pleased to be able to do something to help.
"Good! That tends to be useful in your line of work."
“Yes, yes, bards do have to remember our songs. I believe I have memorized hundreds of songs so I can play them by instinct. It helps if you made the songs yourself.l
"YEs, I suppose it does..."
Duan rummages around through the cabinets of the tavern before he finds a piece of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink. He carefully begins to scratch out an outline of the city, circling a few areas and writing what they are. There’s the center palace, the library, and the main square. “The main square is especially dangerous. Shadows love to flock there as that’s where most people show up.” Duan explains as he continues to write. The map comes out a bit smudged, but intact and simple to read. Duan must be an artist as well as a singer to have that kind of skill, or maybe like he said, he has an excellent memory. “There are maps inside the city as well, probably better than mine, and there are definitely some in the library. Take one if you see one.”
"I will... And the library is there...?"
A long finger points to the marked area.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
"Alright... I will go and visit there..."
The being grabs the map, and takes another lok at it, before stashing it into a shadowy recess of the cloak, before waving a quick goodbye, and heading outside the tavern.
“Farewell!”
"Farewell, brave Duan..."
*End RP, or do you want to do the city?*
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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.
“Well, erm, I can draw you a map? I know the city very well.”
"Oh, yes, that would be fun! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly as much of a chance to explore as I've wanted to..."
“Oh? When did you arrive?”
"Oh... two days ago...? I haven't been here long, but I've taken quite a liking to this dreary old place!"
“Then maybe I should draw you a map of the whole city.”
The being's hands clasp together enthusiastically.
"Oh, I would love that!"
“Alright! I have an excellent memory!” He says, pleased to be able to do something to help.
"Good! That tends to be useful in your line of work."
“Yes, yes, bards do have to remember our songs. I believe I have memorized hundreds of songs so I can play them by instinct. It helps if you made the songs yourself.l
"YEs, I suppose it does..."
Duan rummages around through the cabinets of the tavern before he finds a piece of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink. He carefully begins to scratch out an outline of the city, circling a few areas and writing what they are. There’s the center palace, the library, and the main square. “The main square is especially dangerous. Shadows love to flock there as that’s where most people show up.” Duan explains as he continues to write. The map comes out a bit smudged, but intact and simple to read. Duan must be an artist as well as a singer to have that kind of skill, or maybe like he said, he has an excellent memory. “There are maps inside the city as well, probably better than mine, and there are definitely some in the library. Take one if you see one.”
"I will... And the library is there...?"
A long finger points to the marked area.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
"Alright... I will go and visit there..."
The being grabs the map, and takes another lok at it, before stashing it into a shadowy recess of the cloak, before waving a quick goodbye, and heading outside the tavern.
“Farewell!”
"Farewell, brave Duan..."
*End RP, or do you want to do the city?*
*Uhhh sure!*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*Hmmm... should I say Dallas or Seoul? It's a tough decision...*
Into Daschaka struts a small, white stoat-man with clothes that were once black but have faded grey, and a big, blue pompadour atop his head. He walks in like he owns the place, taking up as much space as his tiny body will allow. He smells like blueberries and has a band-aid on the bridge of his short snout.
It seems this little guy has climbed over the spiked walls, right next to the open gate, and is making a beeline for the tavern. Once he reaches it, he plops himself down in a chair and orders a glass of milk.
*Hmmm... should I say Dallas or Seoul? It's a tough decision...*
Into Daschaka struts a small, white stoat-man with clothes that were once black but have faded grey, and a big, blue pompadour atop his head. He walks in like he owns the place, taking up as much space as his tiny body will allow. He smells like blueberries and has a band-aid on the bridge of his short snout.
It seems this little guy has climbed over the spiked walls, right next to the open gate, and is making a beeline for the tavern. Once he reaches it, he plops himself down in a chair and orders a glass of milk.
In the center of the tavern, the bard plays his song.
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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.
*Hmmm... should I say Dallas or Seoul? It's a tough decision...*
Into Daschaka struts a small, white stoat-man with clothes that were once black but have faded grey, and a big, blue pompadour atop his head. He walks in like he owns the place, taking up as much space as his tiny body will allow. He smells like blueberries and has a band-aid on the bridge of his short snout.
It seems this little guy has climbed over the spiked walls, right next to the open gate, and is making a beeline for the tavern. Once he reaches it, he plops himself down in a chair and orders a glass of milk.
In the center of the tavern, the bard plays his song.
The little strugel takes his glass of milk and walks over. He begins to dance, a little shimmy so he doesn't spill his drink.
*Hmmm... should I say Dallas or Seoul? It's a tough decision...*
Into Daschaka struts a small, white stoat-man with clothes that were once black but have faded grey, and a big, blue pompadour atop his head. He walks in like he owns the place, taking up as much space as his tiny body will allow. He smells like blueberries and has a band-aid on the bridge of his short snout.
It seems this little guy has climbed over the spiked walls, right next to the open gate, and is making a beeline for the tavern. Once he reaches it, he plops himself down in a chair and orders a glass of milk.
In the center of the tavern, the bard plays his song.
The little strugel takes his glass of milk and walks over. He begins to dance, a little shimmy so he doesn't spill his drink.
The bard grins and starts to play a more upbeat tune, singing high energetic notes. Some of the patrons give the two strange looks.
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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.
“Yes. There are smaller libraries scattered across the city, but this one is a treasure trove of information.”
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!
Extended Signature!
"Alright... I will go and visit there..."
The being grabs the map, and takes another lok at it, before stashing it into a shadowy recess of the cloak, before waving a quick goodbye, and heading outside the tavern.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Farewell!”
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!
Extended Signature!
"Farewell, brave Duan..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*End RP, or do you want to do the city?*
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!
Extended Signature!
*Uhhh sure!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Bananer check the chat*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*Hmmm... should I say Dallas or Seoul? It's a tough decision...*
Into Daschaka struts a small, white stoat-man with clothes that were once black but have faded grey, and a big, blue pompadour atop his head. He walks in like he owns the place, taking up as much space as his tiny body will allow. He smells like blueberries and has a band-aid on the bridge of his short snout.
It seems this little guy has climbed over the spiked walls, right next to the open gate, and is making a beeline for the tavern. Once he reaches it, he plops himself down in a chair and orders a glass of milk.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
In the center of the tavern, the bard plays his song.
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!
Extended Signature!
The little strugel takes his glass of milk and walks over. He begins to dance, a little shimmy so he doesn't spill his drink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The bard grins and starts to play a more upbeat tune, singing high energetic notes. Some of the patrons give the two strange looks.
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!
Extended Signature!
Walking through the intense rain, humming a tune, is a figure clad in a red robe, one hand twirling a flaming mahogany staff.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Daschaka or Macca?*
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!
Extended Signature!
*Macca*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
The figure sees a dead rat on the ground in front of them, killed recently. Maybe even a minute ago.
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!
Extended Signature!
The figure stops, and looks down at the dead rat, before reaching down to pick it up.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
The rat is covered in blood, its blank eyes staring up at you.
"Hey. Don't steal my food." Someone grumbles from the shadows.
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!
Extended Signature!
The figure looks down at the person in the shadow.
"Mmmmmmm... Nope."
The figure's mouth opens wide, revealing wicked pointed teeth, before swallowing the rat.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"You're horrible." A cat walks out of the shadows, licking its lips.
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!
Extended Signature!
"Why thank you! That is one of the few traits I pride myself on!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?