A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 12 to find out what kind of poison)
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)
The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing.
“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…”
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)
The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing.
“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…”
*Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)
The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing.
“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…”
*Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)
The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing.
“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…”
*Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*
*Tiefling, sorry.*
*Nah, MB*
"I... am sorry for what has happened. I will try to help you save them."
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
*I doth blepith*
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
*Inn*
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)
The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing.
“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…”
*Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*
*Tiefling, sorry.*
*Nah, MB*
"I... am sorry for what has happened. I will try to help you save them."
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin.
“Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”
I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”
He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”
He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”
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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.
*Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*Inn*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 12 to find out what kind of poison)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing.
“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*Tiefling, sorry.*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*Nah, MB*
"I... am sorry for what has happened. I will try to help you save them."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“Share, please.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”
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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