I ask around, "Anything interesting happening right now?
Out of nowhere, you hear a quiet, high-pitched voice ---- but is it speaking in your head? You can't tell, but it seems to emanate from everywhere, giving you slight chills up your spine. "Hello! What are you doing?"
I cast the light spell and give it to my cat (in the shape of a red yarn ball), I talk outloud with a small whisper. "Hey, Who are you? Do you have a job for me?"
"A job? No! I'm just wondering what you're doing here. I'm waiting for a friend, you see," the voice continues, and then you spot the source --- a short brown rabbit *looks like a Halfling/Harengon mix*, too short to be seen above the table. He pulls up a chair. "So who are you, friend? And where'd you get that fine cat?"
I scratch my head, "They were an ally of mine, used to be a druid, but they...got transformed permanently, I'm trying to find a way to bring them back to their original form. They don't seem to remember anything about themself, just that they had a bond with me in the past." "Well, how're you doing?" I take another sip of coffee. I raise my head and think for a moment, "Do you know where I can get iron around here?"
"Iron? And I'm doing well, thank you," the creature replies, rather scatterbrained. "Iron, though...for what purpose might you need it?"
"I like making things, I am a dwarf after all." I hit my chest lightly once with pride, and gulp down the rest of the coffee with no care for the burns it will cause me.
"I'm not sure. If you'd give me a few days, I could find somewhere, but right now...well, that's an interesting request." Matthias shrugs, then motions for a waiter. "Coffee, please," he'll say to them. "With plenty of milk and sugar."
"hm? Why is it an interesting request?"
"Well, most people don't go around asking for iron. Food maybe, curiosities for sure, but iron?"
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I ask around, "Anything interesting happening right now?
Out of nowhere, you hear a quiet, high-pitched voice ---- but is it speaking in your head? You can't tell, but it seems to emanate from everywhere, giving you slight chills up your spine. "Hello! What are you doing?"
I cast the light spell and give it to my cat (in the shape of a red yarn ball), I talk outloud with a small whisper. "Hey, Who are you? Do you have a job for me?"
"A job? No! I'm just wondering what you're doing here. I'm waiting for a friend, you see," the voice continues, and then you spot the source --- a short brown rabbit *looks like a Halfling/Harengon mix*, too short to be seen above the table. He pulls up a chair. "So who are you, friend? And where'd you get that fine cat?"
I scratch my head, "They were an ally of mine, used to be a druid, but they...got transformed permanently, I'm trying to find a way to bring them back to their original form. They don't seem to remember anything about themself, just that they had a bond with me in the past." "Well, how're you doing?" I take another sip of coffee. I raise my head and think for a moment, "Do you know where I can get iron around here?"
"Iron? And I'm doing well, thank you," the creature replies, rather scatterbrained. "Iron, though...for what purpose might you need it?"
"I like making things, I am a dwarf after all." I hit my chest lightly once with pride, and gulp down the rest of the coffee with no care for the burns it will cause me.
"I'm not sure. If you'd give me a few days, I could find somewhere, but right now...well, that's an interesting request." Matthias shrugs, then motions for a waiter. "Coffee, please," he'll say to them. "With plenty of milk and sugar."
"hm? Why is it an interesting request?"
"Well, most people don't go around asking for iron. Food maybe, curiosities for sure, but iron?"
I ask around, "Anything interesting happening right now?
Out of nowhere, you hear a quiet, high-pitched voice ---- but is it speaking in your head? You can't tell, but it seems to emanate from everywhere, giving you slight chills up your spine. "Hello! What are you doing?"
I cast the light spell and give it to my cat (in the shape of a red yarn ball), I talk outloud with a small whisper. "Hey, Who are you? Do you have a job for me?"
"A job? No! I'm just wondering what you're doing here. I'm waiting for a friend, you see," the voice continues, and then you spot the source --- a short brown rabbit *looks like a Halfling/Harengon mix*, too short to be seen above the table. He pulls up a chair. "So who are you, friend? And where'd you get that fine cat?"
I scratch my head, "They were an ally of mine, used to be a druid, but they...got transformed permanently, I'm trying to find a way to bring them back to their original form. They don't seem to remember anything about themself, just that they had a bond with me in the past." "Well, how're you doing?" I take another sip of coffee. I raise my head and think for a moment, "Do you know where I can get iron around here?"
"Iron? And I'm doing well, thank you," the creature replies, rather scatterbrained. "Iron, though...for what purpose might you need it?"
"I like making things, I am a dwarf after all." I hit my chest lightly once with pride, and gulp down the rest of the coffee with no care for the burns it will cause me.
"I'm not sure. If you'd give me a few days, I could find somewhere, but right now...well, that's an interesting request." Matthias shrugs, then motions for a waiter. "Coffee, please," he'll say to them. "With plenty of milk and sugar."
"hm? Why is it an interesting request?"
"Well, most people don't go around asking for iron. Food maybe, curiosities for sure, but iron?"
"Need a supplier, I make ammunition and tools."
"Am-mun-ee-tion? What's that?"
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I ask around, "Anything interesting happening right now?
Out of nowhere, you hear a quiet, high-pitched voice ---- but is it speaking in your head? You can't tell, but it seems to emanate from everywhere, giving you slight chills up your spine. "Hello! What are you doing?"
I cast the light spell and give it to my cat (in the shape of a red yarn ball), I talk outloud with a small whisper. "Hey, Who are you? Do you have a job for me?"
"A job? No! I'm just wondering what you're doing here. I'm waiting for a friend, you see," the voice continues, and then you spot the source --- a short brown rabbit *looks like a Halfling/Harengon mix*, too short to be seen above the table. He pulls up a chair. "So who are you, friend? And where'd you get that fine cat?"
I scratch my head, "They were an ally of mine, used to be a druid, but they...got transformed permanently, I'm trying to find a way to bring them back to their original form. They don't seem to remember anything about themself, just that they had a bond with me in the past." "Well, how're you doing?" I take another sip of coffee. I raise my head and think for a moment, "Do you know where I can get iron around here?"
"Iron? And I'm doing well, thank you," the creature replies, rather scatterbrained. "Iron, though...for what purpose might you need it?"
"I like making things, I am a dwarf after all." I hit my chest lightly once with pride, and gulp down the rest of the coffee with no care for the burns it will cause me.
"I'm not sure. If you'd give me a few days, I could find somewhere, but right now...well, that's an interesting request." Matthias shrugs, then motions for a waiter. "Coffee, please," he'll say to them. "With plenty of milk and sugar."
"hm? Why is it an interesting request?"
"Well, most people don't go around asking for iron. Food maybe, curiosities for sure, but iron?"
"Need a supplier, I make ammunition and tools."
"Am-mun-ee-tion? What's that?"
Espaler rubs their chin and thinks for a moment, "You know, like...arrows? It's basically a broad term for things like arrows, like...you use arrows for a bow? Other weapons have similar things. Like a gun uses bullets...although I just invented a gun so you probably don't know what a gun is...ugh."
I ask around, "Anything interesting happening right now?
Out of nowhere, you hear a quiet, high-pitched voice ---- but is it speaking in your head? You can't tell, but it seems to emanate from everywhere, giving you slight chills up your spine. "Hello! What are you doing?"
I cast the light spell and give it to my cat (in the shape of a red yarn ball), I talk outloud with a small whisper. "Hey, Who are you? Do you have a job for me?"
"A job? No! I'm just wondering what you're doing here. I'm waiting for a friend, you see," the voice continues, and then you spot the source --- a short brown rabbit *looks like a Halfling/Harengon mix*, too short to be seen above the table. He pulls up a chair. "So who are you, friend? And where'd you get that fine cat?"
I scratch my head, "They were an ally of mine, used to be a druid, but they...got transformed permanently, I'm trying to find a way to bring them back to their original form. They don't seem to remember anything about themself, just that they had a bond with me in the past." "Well, how're you doing?" I take another sip of coffee. I raise my head and think for a moment, "Do you know where I can get iron around here?"
"Iron? And I'm doing well, thank you," the creature replies, rather scatterbrained. "Iron, though...for what purpose might you need it?"
"I like making things, I am a dwarf after all." I hit my chest lightly once with pride, and gulp down the rest of the coffee with no care for the burns it will cause me.
"I'm not sure. If you'd give me a few days, I could find somewhere, but right now...well, that's an interesting request." Matthias shrugs, then motions for a waiter. "Coffee, please," he'll say to them. "With plenty of milk and sugar."
"hm? Why is it an interesting request?"
"Well, most people don't go around asking for iron. Food maybe, curiosities for sure, but iron?"
"Need a supplier, I make ammunition and tools."
"Am-mun-ee-tion? What's that?"
Espaler rubs their chin and thinks for a moment, "You know, like...arrows? It's basically a broad term for things like arrows, like...you use arrows for a bow? Other weapons have similar things. Like a gun uses bullets...although I just invented a gun so you probably don't know what a gun is...ugh."
Espaler starts stumbling over his words, "So-so uhhh..."
He takes a sip of coffee and calms down for a minute, petting his purring cat. "...so ammunition is basically just things you use for ranged weapons. And it gets... basically thrown far and fast like arrows."
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
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"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
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"Well, most people don't go around asking for iron. Food maybe, curiosities for sure, but iron?"
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
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"Need a supplier, I make ammunition and tools."
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"Am-mun-ee-tion? What's that?"
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
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you’re all really cool – know that please
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Espaler rubs their chin and thinks for a moment, "You know, like...arrows? It's basically a broad term for things like arrows, like...you use arrows for a bow? Other weapons have similar things. Like a gun uses bullets...although I just invented a gun so you probably don't know what a gun is...ugh."
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
Espaler sighs, "I'm not good at talking, kinda disappointing"
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Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
Espaler starts stumbling over his words, "So-so uhhh..."
He takes a sip of coffee and calms down for a minute, petting his purring cat.
"...so ammunition is basically just things you use for ranged weapons. And it gets... basically thrown far and fast like arrows."
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(