Striding out of the gazebo is Priam Mystvalley, a third year student. Bitter after being held back a grade and losing the last end of the year game for his team, Priam walks with a scowl on his perfect face, a lock of black hair falling on his perfectly sculpted nose. His keen brown eyes scan the crowd, looking, before it finally settles on a purple haired mage sitting in the corner playing a violin. He’s about to walk over, when he trips. “Ow!” He yells, blood dripping from a scratch on his nose. He wipes it off on his sleeve-his clothing is black, Priam was raised by a family of thieves, as many know-and curses loudly.
Seneca, a tall and thin girl snorts a bit, before covering her mouth and glances around to make sure nobody heard. She's sitting on the ground, having somehow moved a loom outside, and is currently weaving a tapestry on said loom.
Sadly, Priam heard. He strides up to her, deciding to choose her out of all the laughing people, and scoffs. “Don’t laugh at me.” He says confidently. “I may not have passed my finals, but doesn’t mean I can’t beat you up good.”
She begins to shy away, before cocking her head sideways. She then stands up, towering at around eight and a half feet tall, rolls back her shoulders, and looks down at Priam.
“Scary.” He says, a small quiver in his voice.
She nods, before sitting back down to continue her tapestry.
“Did that seriously not sound sarcastic to you? Jeez! You people are wild.” He growls, back to his normal tone of voice, throwing out his hands and letting two daggers fall out of his sleeves neatly.
She shrugs, catching one of the daggers and hands it back to him.
“Thanks.” He says awkwardly, taking the dagger. “Uhhhhhhh… I don’t think I know you.”
She nods, signing something.
“Don’t understand that. Can you speak in like… Common?”
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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 use He/They pronouns :3
Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
Faeyries walks over. They're grinning, examining the gardens, occasionally poking a neat looking plant with an oar. They're a blue dragonborn, wearing a set of chain mail with designs of waves crossing the metal.
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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.
*Mannith. Are we allowed homebrew, and is there a certain method of stat generation?*
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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
Striding out of the gazebo is Priam Mystvalley, a third year student. Bitter after being held back a grade and losing the last end of the year game for his team, Priam walks with a scowl on his perfect face, a lock of black hair falling on his perfectly sculpted nose. His keen brown eyes scan the crowd, looking, before it finally settles on a purple haired mage sitting in the corner playing a violin. He’s about to walk over, when he trips. “Ow!” He yells, blood dripping from a scratch on his nose. He wipes it off on his sleeve-his clothing is black, Priam was raised by a family of thieves, as many know-and curses loudly.
Seneca, a tall and thin girl snorts a bit, before covering her mouth and glances around to make sure nobody heard. She's sitting on the ground, having somehow moved a loom outside, and is currently weaving a tapestry on said loom.
Sadly, Priam heard. He strides up to her, deciding to choose her out of all the laughing people, and scoffs. “Don’t laugh at me.” He says confidently. “I may not have passed my finals, but doesn’t mean I can’t beat you up good.”
She begins to shy away, before cocking her head sideways. She then stands up, towering at around eight and a half feet tall, rolls back her shoulders, and looks down at Priam.
“Scary.” He says, a small quiver in his voice.
She nods, before sitting back down to continue her tapestry.
“Did that seriously not sound sarcastic to you? Jeez! You people are wild.” He growls, back to his normal tone of voice, throwing out his hands and letting two daggers fall out of his sleeves neatly.
She shrugs, catching one of the daggers and hands it back to him.
“Thanks.” He says awkwardly, taking the dagger. “Uhhhhhhh… I don’t think I know you.”
She nods, signing something.
“Don’t understand that. Can you speak in like… Common?”
She shakes her head, before writing in broken common, 'elf-tongue or orcish'
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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.
*Mannith. Are we allowed homebrew, and is there a certain method of stat generation?*
*I trust y’all with homebrew, but I will inspect it. You can go ahead with it though since I trust you. I was just gonna say rolls although I suppose I could use a more point buy-ish system.*
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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 use He/They pronouns :3
Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
A girl sits next to Ayami, her purple hair tied into a long ponytail. She grins at them. “Pretty cool power.”
“Yep.” She says. Her red eyes don’t even glance at the girl, and you notice a pair of… red scissors…? On her back? Maybe it’s a weapon.
*... ASPEN I JUST NOTICED YOUR SIGNATURE AND CLOVER WILL BE SUING YOU FOR COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT.*
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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.
*Mannith. Are we allowed homebrew, and is there a certain method of stat generation?*
*I trust y’all with homebrew, but I will inspect it. You can go ahead with it though since I trust you. I was just gonna say rolls although I suppose I could use a more point buy-ish system.*
*Could I use a Chris array? Also I wanted to play a lycan but I'm not sure how that would affect stats, it's more of a flavor thing.*
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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
Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
A girl sits next to Ayami, her purple hair tied into a long ponytail. She grins at them. “Pretty cool power.”
“Yep.” She says. Her red eyes don’t even glance at the girl, and you notice a pair of… red scissors…? On her back? Maybe it’s a weapon.
“I assume Aangria? Not many houses work with plants. Although I think a ton do work with necromancy…” She muses, fiddling with something in her hands, a mound of sap. “Well, it’s cool. I’m Lila. Nice to meet you.”
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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 use He/They pronouns :3
Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
Faeyries walks over. They're grinning, examining the gardens, occasionally poking a neat looking plant with an oar. They're a blue dragonborn, wearing a set of chain mail with designs of waves crossing the metal.
Ayami pays this no attention, her crimson eye’s focus honed on the flower.
*Mannith. Are we allowed homebrew, and is there a certain method of stat generation?*
*I trust y’all with homebrew, but I will inspect it. You can go ahead with it though since I trust you. I was just gonna say rolls although I suppose I could use a more point buy-ish system.*
*Could I use a Chris array? Also I wanted to play a lycan but I'm not sure how that would affect stats, it's more of a flavor thing.*
*Yeah you can totally use a Chris array. Was actually gonna ask if I could maybe post them so people can use them. Seems interesting, excited to see your character!*
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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 use He/They pronouns :3
Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
Faeyries walks over. They're grinning, examining the gardens, occasionally poking a neat looking plant with an oar. They're a blue dragonborn, wearing a set of chain mail with designs of waves crossing the metal.
Ayami pays this no attention, her crimson eye’s focus honed on the flower.
*OH GOD I THINK I FIXED IT IT'S FINE AAAAAAAAHHHH*
Faeyries crouches down, looking at the flower as well.
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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.
Fig, the 38 year old werewolf, whose one of the main veterinarians, is feeding the dragons. They wear a shirt with it's sleeves rolled up paired with black pants with them a little rolled up
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
Striding out of the gazebo is Priam Mystvalley, a third year student. Bitter after being held back a grade and losing the last end of the year game for his team, Priam walks with a scowl on his perfect face, a lock of black hair falling on his perfectly sculpted nose. His keen brown eyes scan the crowd, looking, before it finally settles on a purple haired mage sitting in the corner playing a violin. He’s about to walk over, when he trips. “Ow!” He yells, blood dripping from a scratch on his nose. He wipes it off on his sleeve-his clothing is black, Priam was raised by a family of thieves, as many know-and curses loudly.
Seneca, a tall and thin girl snorts a bit, before covering her mouth and glances around to make sure nobody heard. She's sitting on the ground, having somehow moved a loom outside, and is currently weaving a tapestry on said loom.
Sadly, Priam heard. He strides up to her, deciding to choose her out of all the laughing people, and scoffs. “Don’t laugh at me.” He says confidently. “I may not have passed my finals, but doesn’t mean I can’t beat you up good.”
She begins to shy away, before cocking her head sideways. She then stands up, towering at around eight and a half feet tall, rolls back her shoulders, and looks down at Priam.
“Scary.” He says, a small quiver in his voice.
She nods, before sitting back down to continue her tapestry.
“Did that seriously not sound sarcastic to you? Jeez! You people are wild.” He growls, back to his normal tone of voice, throwing out his hands and letting two daggers fall out of his sleeves neatly.
She shrugs, catching one of the daggers and hands it back to him.
“Thanks.” He says awkwardly, taking the dagger. “Uhhhhhhh… I don’t think I know you.”
She nods, signing something.
“Don’t understand that. Can you speak in like… Common?”
She shakes her head, before writing in broken common, 'elf-tongue or orcish'
“Hmmmmmm… well I’m a dumb(GP) for not realizing you couldn’t speak.” He says, chuckling. “Although don’t you dare tell anyone I said that. I speak a bit of orcish?”
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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 use He/They pronouns :3
Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
A girl sits next to Ayami, her purple hair tied into a long ponytail. She grins at them. “Pretty cool power.”
“Yep.” She says. Her red eyes don’t even glance at the girl, and you notice a pair of… red scissors…? On her back? Maybe it’s a weapon.
“I assume Aangria? Not many houses work with plants. Although I think a ton do work with necromancy…” She muses, fiddling with something in her hands, a mound of sap. “Well, it’s cool. I’m Lila. Nice to meet you.”
*Mannith. Are we allowed homebrew, and is there a certain method of stat generation?*
*I trust y’all with homebrew, but I will inspect it. You can go ahead with it though since I trust you. I was just gonna say rolls although I suppose I could use a more point buy-ish system.*
*Could I use a Chris array? Also I wanted to play a lycan but I'm not sure how that would affect stats, it's more of a flavor thing.*
*Yeah you can totally use a Chris array. Was actually gonna ask if I could maybe post them so people can use them. Seems interesting, excited to see your character!*
*You could definitely post them. They're on my thread if you wanted to copy paste. Not sure what I want to play yet, maybe barb or paladin or ranger.*
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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
Striding out of the gazebo is Priam Mystvalley, a third year student. Bitter after being held back a grade and losing the last end of the year game for his team, Priam walks with a scowl on his perfect face, a lock of black hair falling on his perfectly sculpted nose. His keen brown eyes scan the crowd, looking, before it finally settles on a purple haired mage sitting in the corner playing a violin. He’s about to walk over, when he trips. “Ow!” He yells, blood dripping from a scratch on his nose. He wipes it off on his sleeve-his clothing is black, Priam was raised by a family of thieves, as many know-and curses loudly.
Seneca, a tall and thin girl snorts a bit, before covering her mouth and glances around to make sure nobody heard. She's sitting on the ground, having somehow moved a loom outside, and is currently weaving a tapestry on said loom.
Sadly, Priam heard. He strides up to her, deciding to choose her out of all the laughing people, and scoffs. “Don’t laugh at me.” He says confidently. “I may not have passed my finals, but doesn’t mean I can’t beat you up good.”
She begins to shy away, before cocking her head sideways. She then stands up, towering at around eight and a half feet tall, rolls back her shoulders, and looks down at Priam.
“Scary.” He says, a small quiver in his voice.
She nods, before sitting back down to continue her tapestry.
“Did that seriously not sound sarcastic to you? Jeez! You people are wild.” He growls, back to his normal tone of voice, throwing out his hands and letting two daggers fall out of his sleeves neatly.
She shrugs, catching one of the daggers and hands it back to him.
“Thanks.” He says awkwardly, taking the dagger. “Uhhhhhhh… I don’t think I know you.”
She nods, signing something.
“Don’t understand that. Can you speak in like… Common?”
She shakes her head, before writing in broken common, 'elf-tongue or orcish'
“Hmmmmmm… well I’m a dumb(GP) for not realizing you couldn’t speak.” He says, chuckling. “Although don’t you dare tell anyone I said that. I speak a bit of orcish?”
"You... do? You're one of the first I've encountered who can speak my native tongue..."
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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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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Ayami is in the garden, repeatedly growing and killing a flower with magic.
Ello friendo! I’m Aspen/ celeste, but people also call me asp, aspy, cele, and murder child!
I only murder people occasionally!
Sorlock fanatic & Arboreal Masterpiece
Any pronouns
Best friendos: Bananer, gato, and a buncha other people!
“Don’t understand that. Can you speak in like… Common?”
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 use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
A girl sits next to Ayami, her purple hair tied into a long ponytail. She grins at them. “Pretty cool power.”
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 use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Faeyries walks over. They're grinning, examining the gardens, occasionally poking a neat looking plant with an oar. They're a blue dragonborn, wearing a set of chain mail with designs of waves crossing the metal.
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Mannith. Are we allowed homebrew, and is there a certain method of stat generation?*
— 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
She shakes her head, before writing in broken common, 'elf-tongue or orcish'
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Yep.” She says. Her red eyes don’t even glance at the girl, and you notice a pair of… red scissors…? On her back? Maybe it’s a weapon.
Ello friendo! I’m Aspen/ celeste, but people also call me asp, aspy, cele, and murder child!
I only murder people occasionally!
Sorlock fanatic & Arboreal Masterpiece
Any pronouns
Best friendos: Bananer, gato, and a buncha other people!
*I trust y’all with homebrew, but I will inspect it. You can go ahead with it though since I trust you. I was just gonna say rolls although I suppose I could use a more point buy-ish system.*
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 use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*... ASPEN I JUST NOTICED YOUR SIGNATURE AND CLOVER WILL BE SUING YOU FOR COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT.*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Could I use a Chris array? Also I wanted to play a lycan but I'm not sure how that would affect stats, it's more of a flavor thing.*
— 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 assume Aangria? Not many houses work with plants. Although I think a ton do work with necromancy…” She muses, fiddling with something in her hands, a mound of sap. “Well, it’s cool. I’m Lila. Nice to meet you.”
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 use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Ayami pays this no attention, her crimson eye’s focus honed on the flower.
Ello friendo! I’m Aspen/ celeste, but people also call me asp, aspy, cele, and murder child!
I only murder people occasionally!
Sorlock fanatic & Arboreal Masterpiece
Any pronouns
Best friendos: Bananer, gato, and a buncha other people!
*Yeah you can totally use a Chris array. Was actually gonna ask if I could maybe post them so people can use them. Seems interesting, excited to see your character!*
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 use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*lmaooo*
Ello friendo! I’m Aspen/ celeste, but people also call me asp, aspy, cele, and murder child!
I only murder people occasionally!
Sorlock fanatic & Arboreal Masterpiece
Any pronouns
Best friendos: Bananer, gato, and a buncha other people!
*OH GOD I THINK I FIXED IT IT'S FINE AAAAAAAAHHHH*
Faeyries crouches down, looking at the flower as well.
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Fig, the 38 year old werewolf, whose one of the main veterinarians, is feeding the dragons. They wear a shirt with it's sleeves rolled up paired with black pants with them a little rolled up
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
“Hmmmmmm… well I’m a dumb(GP) for not realizing you couldn’t speak.” He says, chuckling. “Although don’t you dare tell anyone I said that. I speak a bit of orcish?”
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 use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. House?”
Ello friendo! I’m Aspen/ celeste, but people also call me asp, aspy, cele, and murder child!
I only murder people occasionally!
Sorlock fanatic & Arboreal Masterpiece
Any pronouns
Best friendos: Bananer, gato, and a buncha other people!
*You could definitely post them. They're on my thread if you wanted to copy paste. Not sure what I want to play yet, maybe barb or paladin or ranger.*
— 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
"You... do? You're one of the first I've encountered who can speak my native tongue..."
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings