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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
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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.
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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”
I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and hands it to 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.
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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”
I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and give it to you.
“I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”
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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”
I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and give it to you.
“I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”
I say “never got your name, did i? Mines dagger.”
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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.
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.”
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”
I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and give it to you.
“I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”
I say “never got your name, did i? Mines dagger.”
“I’m Fionn. Don’t like to share it, but you helped me out.”
*Sashays into the thread like a glamorous cryptid*
*will read through all the posts and possibly create a character soon, if that’s alright :>*
*It’s pretty bland, I just wanted to roleplay. The world is hardly developed, but I figure it’s part of the overall ddb multiverse because Kieran is from a different world. Second LRI but with less of a setting basically.*
He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”
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
He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.
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.
As far as anyone knows, the poison does not have a cure. Being administered it is certain death, unless the victim is cured by a god.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and hands it to 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.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/3153-extended-signature-thread?page=20&srsltid=AfmBOooRkd7DyJ7F_a6PnbfKQ69VPiDjZJBdpetul5PJfECJVllwp_YO
“I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I say “never got your name, did i? Mines dagger.”
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
“I’m Fionn. Don’t like to share it, but you helped me out.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
She cracks her hands, and brings out a deck of cards, shuffling with it as if to stim.
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.
Cool
“What are you doing?” Conan asks.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*Sashays into the thread like a glamorous cryptid*
*will read through all the posts and possibly create a character soon, if that’s alright :>*
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.”
"Thinking. Thinking as much as I can."
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.
“Do you know what it is?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*It’s pretty bland, I just wanted to roleplay. The world is hardly developed, but I figure it’s part of the overall ddb multiverse because Kieran is from a different world. Second LRI but with less of a setting basically.*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"Ghost's Blood. Might need to gamble my soul for theirs."
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.
“Y-you sure you’d be willing to do that? Is there another way we can do this? Use my soul instead?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"It's some of what I do. Just need to find a god that likes cards. Mayyyybe an archdevil."
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 can’t ask you to do that. Use my soul instead.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023