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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in 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.”
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. And yeah, Aangria.”
She grins again. “You new?”
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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
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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in orcish.
"Ah... my condolences."
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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.
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.
*SORRY MY BROWSER BUGGED OUT*
”…who are you, exactly?”
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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!
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
Priam approaches Fig from behind, staring at the dragons. “Never cease to amaze me.” He murmurs.
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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.
*SORRY MY BROWSER BUGGED OUT*
”…who are you, exactly?”
"The name's Faeyries. Faeyries Niltacidel." They offer out a hand, expecting a handshake.
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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.
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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in orcish.
"Ah... my condolences."
“Not you. No fear.”
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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.”
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. And yeah, Aangria.”
She grins again. “You new?”
*Madernis, sorry, forgor* ”To this school? Yeah. To magic? No. What’s your house?”
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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!
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.”
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. And yeah, Aangria.”
She grins again. “You new?”
*Madernis, sorry, forgor* ”To this school? Yeah. To magic? No. What’s your house?”
“Mannith. My patron is rather kind. Granted me some useful powers. Not as useful as yours, though.”
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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
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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in orcish.
"Ah... my condolences."
“Not you. No fear.”
"Hm... My own tribe lived on land that was not theirs... they lived in the sacred grove of a neighboring civilization of elves.... The elves drove them out. I was left behind."
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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.
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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in orcish.
"Ah... my condolences."
“Not you. No fear.”
"Hm... My own tribe lived on land that was not theirs... they lived in the sacred grove of a neighboring civilization of elves.... The elves drove them out. I was left behind."
“Sorry… sucks.”
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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
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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in orcish.
"Ah... my condolences."
“Not you. No fear.”
"Hm... My own tribe lived on land that was not theirs... they lived in the sacred grove of a neighboring civilization of elves.... The elves drove them out. I was left behind."
“Sorry… sucks.”
"Ah, but I was raised by the tree-folk! They taught me nature's secrets... how to use it to my advantage! They taught me how to harness the primal power that surrounds me and increase my own strength!"
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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.
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.”
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. And yeah, Aangria.”
She grins again. “You new?”
*Madernis, sorry, forgor* ”To this school? Yeah. To magic? No. What’s your house?”
“Mannith. My patron is rather kind. Granted me some useful powers. Not as useful as yours, though.”
“Ah, warlock. I see. Madernis is filled with ‘prestigious’ kids. They would kill for my powers. Well, they’re trying.”
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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!
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
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.”
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. And yeah, Aangria.”
She grins again. “You new?”
*Madernis, sorry, forgor* ”To this school? Yeah. To magic? No. What’s your house?”
“Mannith. My patron is rather kind. Granted me some useful powers. Not as useful as yours, though.”
“Ah, warlock. I see. Madernis is filled with ‘prestigious’ kids. They would kill for my powers. Well, they’re trying.”
“Killing’s… not really allowed here, although we threaten it a lot here. You’ll be safe… I think?”
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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.
*SORRY MY BROWSER BUGGED OUT*
”…who are you, exactly?”
"The name's Faeyries. Faeyries Niltacidel." They offer out a hand, expecting a handshake.
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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.
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.
*SORRY MY BROWSER BUGGED OUT*
”…who are you, exactly?”
"The name's Faeyries. Faeyries Niltacidel." They offer out a hand, expecting a handshake.
Ayami doesn’t notice. “Ayami. House?”
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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!
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..."
“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in orcish.
"Ah... my condolences."
“Not you. No fear.”
"Hm... My own tribe lived on land that was not theirs... they lived in the sacred grove of a neighboring civilization of elves.... The elves drove them out. I was left behind."
“Sorry… sucks.”
"Ah, but I was raised by the tree-folk! They taught me nature's secrets... how to use it to my advantage! They taught me how to harness the primal power that surrounds me and increase my own strength!"
“Interesting. My parents learn thief trade caused by orcs. They learn to steal.”
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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.
*SORRY MY BROWSER BUGGED OUT*
”…who are you, exactly?”
"The name's Faeyries. Faeyries Niltacidel." They offer out a hand, expecting a handshake.
Ayami doesn’t notice. “Ayami. House?”
"Mannth. Where're you?" The hand remains outstretched.
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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.”
“Nice to meet you. Ayami. And yeah, Aangria.”
She grins again. “You new?”
*Madernis, sorry, forgor* ”To this school? Yeah. To magic? No. What’s your house?”
“Mannith. My patron is rather kind. Granted me some useful powers. Not as useful as yours, though.”
“Ah, warlock. I see. Madernis is filled with ‘prestigious’ kids. They would kill for my powers. Well, they’re trying.”
“Killing’s… not really allowed here, although we threaten it a lot here. You’ll be safe… I think?”
“Those cracks at the admissions office said that I couldn’t use my blade. Cursed it shut.” She rolls her eyes.
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Ello friendo! I’m Aspen/ celeste, but people also call me asp, aspy, cele, and murder child!
I only murder people occasionally!
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“Not… fully.” He says, clearly grasping for words. “My parents… uh… slaves. To orcs.” He says all of this in 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
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She grins again. “You new?”
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!
"Ah... my condolences."
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
*SORRY MY BROWSER BUGGED OUT*
”…who are you, exactly?”
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!
Priam approaches Fig from behind, staring at the dragons. “Never cease to amaze me.” He murmurs.
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!
"The name's Faeyries. Faeyries Niltacidel." They offer out a hand, expecting a handshake.
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
“Not you. No fear.”
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!
*Madernis, sorry, forgor*
”To this school? Yeah. To magic? No. What’s your 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!
“Mannith. My patron is rather kind. Granted me some useful powers. Not as useful as yours, though.”
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!
"Hm... My own tribe lived on land that was not theirs... they lived in the sacred grove of a neighboring civilization of elves.... The elves drove them out. I was left behind."
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
“Sorry… sucks.”
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!
"Ah, but I was raised by the tree-folk! They taught me nature's secrets... how to use it to my advantage! They taught me how to harness the primal power that surrounds me and increase my own strength!"
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
“Ah, warlock. I see. Madernis is filled with ‘prestigious’ kids. They would kill for my powers. Well, they’re trying.”
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!
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
“Killing’s… not really allowed here, although we threaten it a lot here. You’ll be safe… I think?”
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!
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
Ayami doesn’t notice. “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!
“Interesting. My parents learn thief trade caused by orcs. They learn to steal.”
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!
"Mannth. Where're you?" The hand remains outstretched.
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
“Those cracks at the admissions office said that I couldn’t use my blade. Cursed it shut.” She rolls her eyes.
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!