Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
Stumbling into the inn is a mysterious figure, breathing heavily, covered by a ragged cloak. They shiver and look around, revealing a youthful face, and a bright brown eye, auburn curly hair falling over their freckled nose. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch made out of hard leather, dyed black, the scar peeking out from the bottom of the eyepatch. They wear a suit that may have once been beautiful, but now the color has faded from it, leaving it a bluish gray, tattered and revealing scars covering the person’s arms. They cautiously remove their hood, revealing that their hair is tied into a short ponytail. They stand at about six and a half feet, and the muscles they must have had once have disappeared into pure scraps and bones.
The person seems masculine based on their broad shoulders, but they also seem to present nonbinary. They stumble over to Cammelia, panting, sweat dripping down their face. They frown. “Guards… please… they’re after me… I’ve been running for a long time. I need to make sure they’re not following me still! Please!” Their voice is soft, desperate, the voice of someone insane.
People are starting to stare. The two of them have been attracting a lot of attention-and together, everyone seems to be staring.
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
“I… I believe this is a different world from the one I was born in. That world had many planes, but only one resembled this, and the people are nothing like the ones from my home. They chased me-I stole something and they chased me down. I dropped it while they were chasing me but they kept going! And then there was a rift… it opened and I was drowning in a lake. I found myself in a forest. I left, but I think they’re still chasing me! They’re from the Abyss-servants of the Ram!”
She narrows her eyes.
”how close are they, do you reckon?” She fans herself. “I think they could use a bit of a talking to…” standing up and leaning on the table, she takes off one of her dozens of bracelets, watching it sparkle in the light for a moment. It’s made of gold- pure gold, it seems, and has a bright, fiery ruby along with a dozen smaller, clear gems of various types.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Hm. I know of a sea demon near here. Cananas. Very dangerous, though.”
"Would they be up for a bargain?"
“I assume so.”
"Shall we set sail then?"
“Yes… please. Thank you.”
They sail the waters far to search for the demon, the waves crashing against the boat.
Where the water gets deep and the waves violent, something leaps onto the ship, soaking wet, made of pure water.
She nods to the being, eyeing it as if it is far below her. "Hello. Might you be the demon we seek?"
“Indeed. I hear all that happens on the waters, and I hear you want to gamble for the girl’s life. I would like to present my terms. First, we will do it in my lair. I will take the three of you there. Second, we play go fish. If you have never played it, I will teach you. Third, I will heal her if you win, and if I win, I will take his life. I enjoy games of risk and chance.”
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
Stumbling into the inn is a mysterious figure, breathing heavily, covered by a ragged cloak. They shiver and look around, revealing a youthful face, and a bright brown eye, auburn curly hair falling over their freckled nose. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch made out of hard leather, dyed black, the scar peeking out from the bottom of the eyepatch. They wear a suit that may have once been beautiful, but now the color has faded from it, leaving it a bluish gray, tattered and revealing scars covering the person’s arms. They cautiously remove their hood, revealing that their hair is tied into a short ponytail. They stand at about six and a half feet, and the muscles they must have had once have disappeared into pure scraps and bones.
The person seems masculine based on their broad shoulders, but they also seem to present nonbinary. They stumble over to Cammelia, panting, sweat dripping down their face. They frown. “Guards… please… they’re after me… I’ve been running for a long time. I need to make sure they’re not following me still! Please!” Their voice is soft, desperate, the voice of someone insane.
People are starting to stare. The two of them have been attracting a lot of attention-and together, everyone seems to be staring.
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
“I… I believe this is a different world from the one I was born in. That world had many planes, but only one resembled this, and the people are nothing like the ones from my home. They chased me-I stole something and they chased me down. I dropped it while they were chasing me but they kept going! And then there was a rift… it opened and I was drowning in a lake. I found myself in a forest. I left, but I think they’re still chasing me! They’re from the Abyss-servants of the Ram!”
She narrows her eyes.
”how close are they, do you reckon?” She fans herself. “I think they could use a bit of a talking to…” standing up and leaning on the table, she takes off one of her dozens of bracelets, watching it sparkle in the light for a moment. It’s made of gold- pure gold, it seems, and has a bright, fiery ruby along with a dozen smaller, clear gems of various types.
“I’m… not sure. They’re probably in the lake, if they crossed through the rift. If they did not cross through, I know they will find another way. They’ll find me eventually. They are merciless! The Ram is all powerful, and his servants are awful!”
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
Stumbling into the inn is a mysterious figure, breathing heavily, covered by a ragged cloak. They shiver and look around, revealing a youthful face, and a bright brown eye, auburn curly hair falling over their freckled nose. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch made out of hard leather, dyed black, the scar peeking out from the bottom of the eyepatch. They wear a suit that may have once been beautiful, but now the color has faded from it, leaving it a bluish gray, tattered and revealing scars covering the person’s arms. They cautiously remove their hood, revealing that their hair is tied into a short ponytail. They stand at about six and a half feet, and the muscles they must have had once have disappeared into pure scraps and bones.
The person seems masculine based on their broad shoulders, but they also seem to present nonbinary. They stumble over to Cammelia, panting, sweat dripping down their face. They frown. “Guards… please… they’re after me… I’ve been running for a long time. I need to make sure they’re not following me still! Please!” Their voice is soft, desperate, the voice of someone insane.
People are starting to stare. The two of them have been attracting a lot of attention-and together, everyone seems to be staring.
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
“I… I believe this is a different world from the one I was born in. That world had many planes, but only one resembled this, and the people are nothing like the ones from my home. They chased me-I stole something and they chased me down. I dropped it while they were chasing me but they kept going! And then there was a rift… it opened and I was drowning in a lake. I found myself in a forest. I left, but I think they’re still chasing me! They’re from the Abyss-servants of the Ram!”
She narrows her eyes.
”how close are they, do you reckon?” She fans herself. “I think they could use a bit of a talking to…” standing up and leaning on the table, she takes off one of her dozens of bracelets, watching it sparkle in the light for a moment. It’s made of gold- pure gold, it seems, and has a bright, fiery ruby along with a dozen smaller, clear gems of various types.
“I’m… not sure. They’re probably in the lake, if they crossed through the rift. If they did not cross through, I know they will find another way. They’ll find me eventually. They are merciless! The Ram is all powerful, and his servants are awful!”
“Ram? Haven’t heard a name like that before, honey.” She sits back down. “What did you steal, why did you steal it, and who is the Ram?” She frowns again, staring him down.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
Stumbling into the inn is a mysterious figure, breathing heavily, covered by a ragged cloak. They shiver and look around, revealing a youthful face, and a bright brown eye, auburn curly hair falling over their freckled nose. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch made out of hard leather, dyed black, the scar peeking out from the bottom of the eyepatch. They wear a suit that may have once been beautiful, but now the color has faded from it, leaving it a bluish gray, tattered and revealing scars covering the person’s arms. They cautiously remove their hood, revealing that their hair is tied into a short ponytail. They stand at about six and a half feet, and the muscles they must have had once have disappeared into pure scraps and bones.
The person seems masculine based on their broad shoulders, but they also seem to present nonbinary. They stumble over to Cammelia, panting, sweat dripping down their face. They frown. “Guards… please… they’re after me… I’ve been running for a long time. I need to make sure they’re not following me still! Please!” Their voice is soft, desperate, the voice of someone insane.
People are starting to stare. The two of them have been attracting a lot of attention-and together, everyone seems to be staring.
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
“I… I believe this is a different world from the one I was born in. That world had many planes, but only one resembled this, and the people are nothing like the ones from my home. They chased me-I stole something and they chased me down. I dropped it while they were chasing me but they kept going! And then there was a rift… it opened and I was drowning in a lake. I found myself in a forest. I left, but I think they’re still chasing me! They’re from the Abyss-servants of the Ram!”
She narrows her eyes.
”how close are they, do you reckon?” She fans herself. “I think they could use a bit of a talking to…” standing up and leaning on the table, she takes off one of her dozens of bracelets, watching it sparkle in the light for a moment. It’s made of gold- pure gold, it seems, and has a bright, fiery ruby along with a dozen smaller, clear gems of various types.
“I’m… not sure. They’re probably in the lake, if they crossed through the rift. If they did not cross through, I know they will find another way. They’ll find me eventually. They are merciless! The Ram is all powerful, and his servants are awful!”
“Ram? Haven’t heard a name like that before, honey.” She sits back down. “What did you steal, why did you steal it, and who is the Ram?” She frowns again, staring him down.
“They sent me on a quest to find three items… they didn’t tell me that there were others looking… I stole a knife capable of taking away someone’s magical blood, the Ram was the owner of the knife, an Abyss Lord. The Ram of Sunset is his title. I couldn’t even acquire one of three items for more than an hour or two… I swear I’m not evil, I’m trying to cure my little sister! She was turned a few years ago… the knife could have turned her back… the stone betrayed me! It told the Ram I was there! It’s its fault! It was supposed to help me!” They sob a bit.
*uhhhhh this shih is from my world btw. I’ve just been aching to play characters from Tarran since the Tavern in the Black Forest failed.*
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.” *I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.” *I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
The young boy is sitting at a table. He frowns at the figure, eye twitching slightly.
The figure walks towards them
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.” *I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
“Huh… so… who exactly are you?”
“Dagger. I’m the tavern’s waiter. Whats your name?” I say with a smile.
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.” *I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
“Huh… so… who exactly are you?”
“Dagger. I’m the tavern’s waiter. Whats your name?” I say with a smile.
She narrows her eyes.
”how close are they, do you reckon?” She fans herself. “I think they could use a bit of a talking to…” standing up and leaning on the table, she takes off one of her dozens of bracelets, watching it sparkle in the light for a moment. It’s made of gold- pure gold, it seems, and has a bright, fiery ruby along with a dozen smaller, clear gems of various types.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Indeed. I hear all that happens on the waters, and I hear you want to gamble for the girl’s life. I would like to present my terms. First, we will do it in my lair. I will take the three of you there. Second, we play go fish. If you have never played it, I will teach you. Third, I will heal her if you win, and if I win, I will take his life. I enjoy games of risk and chance.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
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“I’m… not sure. They’re probably in the lake, if they crossed through the rift. If they did not cross through, I know they will find another way. They’ll find me eventually. They are merciless! The Ram is all powerful, and his servants are awful!”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“Ram? Haven’t heard a name like that before, honey.” She sits back down. “What did you steal, why did you steal it, and who is the Ram?” She frowns again, staring him down.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“They sent me on a quest to find three items… they didn’t tell me that there were others looking… I stole a knife capable of taking away someone’s magical blood, the Ram was the owner of the knife, an Abyss Lord. The Ram of Sunset is his title. I couldn’t even acquire one of three items for more than an hour or two… I swear I’m not evil, I’m trying to cure my little sister! She was turned a few years ago… the knife could have turned her back… the stone betrayed me! It told the Ram I was there! It’s its fault! It was supposed to help me!” They sob a bit.
*uhhhhh this shih is from my world btw. I’ve just been aching to play characters from Tarran since the Tavern in the Black Forest failed.*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
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He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath.
*I really love your character idea!!
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/3153-extended-signature-thread?page=20&srsltid=AfmBOooRkd7DyJ7F_a6PnbfKQ69VPiDjZJBdpetul5PJfECJVllwp_YO
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.”
*I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/3153-extended-signature-thread?page=20&srsltid=AfmBOooRkd7DyJ7F_a6PnbfKQ69VPiDjZJBdpetul5PJfECJVllwp_YO
“Huh… so… who exactly are you?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
The young boy is sitting at a table. He frowns at the figure, eye twitching slightly.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The figure walks towards them
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Dagger. I’m the tavern’s waiter. Whats your name?” I say with a smile.
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/3153-extended-signature-thread?page=20&srsltid=AfmBOooRkd7DyJ7F_a6PnbfKQ69VPiDjZJBdpetul5PJfECJVllwp_YO
“Bugg. That’s what everyone calls me, at least.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
He looks down at his menu, pretending to be distracted.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023