(theres no problem w/ specieses. (GP), im a homebrew)
(That was directed towards Baalze, unless you're a mod)
*You can play a tiefling or a similar creature* *I'm not limiting character creation*
*Okay!*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
"I've been working on this book for a long time- not centuries, though. This binding technique was used mostly for holy books in my home realm. Took a lot of trial and error to try to replicate it." She holds the open tome towards him, showing its pages- what look to be arcane scrolls made on old parchment and hide. "Feel free to take a gander, I only ask that you be careful with the pages"
"Of course. Care is a must." he says with a nod, the time floating open above his paws as his eyes flicker through the pages rapidly, the very wind turning the pages as he finishes one.
"Your writing voice is brilliant." he says softly. "I will learn much from this."
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"If you wanna, you're free to. If you need any maintenance, I can help. I know a bit of smithing, usually in the realm of cutlery but pots and pans are in my domain as well." He brings out a branded apron and offers it to her. "We don't serve booze here, by the way. If anyone asks, please tell them that it's for cooking only and offer them a mocktail instead."
"Good to know. I've poured out many a keg." She says as she digs through her bag, getting a wok out and setting it aside before taking the apron from Viande and putting it on, finding her way to the kitchen and already getting the lay of the land
"how big of a batch?"
The kitchen is immaculate, aside from the open cookbook next to the enormous cauldron (think like the baths from Spirited Away, but a bit smaller. You can still comfortably fit multiple people in it).
"We're looking at 10 gallons. We'll be frying up dross nuggets for hundreds of people, thousands if we get anywhere close to winning." He pats the counter next to the cauldron. "I was hoping to use this bad girl for once. It's not the biggest one they had, but any bigger and I'd have to add another deck just to avoid sinking."
"If you wanna, you're free to. If you need any maintenance, I can help. I know a bit of smithing, usually in the realm of cutlery but pots and pans are in my domain as well." He brings out a branded apron and offers it to her. "We don't serve booze here, by the way. If anyone asks, please tell them that it's for cooking only and offer them a mocktail instead."
"Good to know. I've poured out many a keg." She says as she digs through her bag, getting a wok out and setting it aside before taking the apron from Viande and putting it on, finding her way to the kitchen and already getting the lay of the land
"how big of a batch?"
The kitchen is immaculate, aside from the open cookbook next to the enormous cauldron (think like the baths from Spirited Away, but a bit smaller. You can still comfortably fit multiple people in it).
"We're looking at 10 gallons. We'll be frying up dross nuggets for hundreds of people, thousands if we get anywhere close to winning." He pats the counter next to the cauldron. "I was hoping to use this bad girl for once. It's not the biggest one they had, but any bigger and I'd have to add another deck just to avoid sinking."
"All...right. This might not be too much help." She says with a chuckle, tucking the Wok away behind her back, which disappears back into the bag it came from with a soft shimmer
She gets out the ingredients quickly, not missing anything, all while still holding her young child close to her side consolingly, his eyes following Viande curiously
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"I've been working on this book for a long time- not centuries, though. This binding technique was used mostly for holy books in my home realm. Took a lot of trial and error to try to replicate it." She holds the open tome towards him, showing its pages- what look to be arcane scrolls made on old parchment and hide. "Feel free to take a gander, I only ask that you be careful with the pages"
"Of course. Care is a must." he says with a nod, the time floating open above his paws as his eyes flicker through the pages rapidly, the very wind turning the pages as he finishes one.
"Your writing voice is brilliant." he says softly. "I will learn much from this."
"Thank you- I've certainly improved from when I first started this." The book is a series of cobbled-together scrolls that look to have been made by Atla herself- complete with little notes containing diagrams and questions for her continued study. It looks like she's been making this book for at least a few years.
"This is still in a very unfinished state, but if you're interested, I'd be happy to share my findings with you again once it's completed."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I've been working on this book for a long time- not centuries, though. This binding technique was used mostly for holy books in my home realm. Took a lot of trial and error to try to replicate it." She holds the open tome towards him, showing its pages- what look to be arcane scrolls made on old parchment and hide. "Feel free to take a gander, I only ask that you be careful with the pages"
"Of course. Care is a must." he says with a nod, the time floating open above his paws as his eyes flicker through the pages rapidly, the very wind turning the pages as he finishes one.
"Your writing voice is brilliant." he says softly. "I will learn much from this."
"Thank you- I've certainly improved from when I first started this." The book is a series of cobbled-together scrolls that look to have been made by Atla herself- complete with little notes containing diagrams and questions for her continued study. It looks like she's been making this book for at least a few years.
"This is still in a very unfinished state, but if you're interested, I'd be happy to share my findings with you again once it's completed."
"You're quite welcome." he says, nodding as he passes back the book, never touching it directly out of respect for it
"Seek me, if you wish. I come with the seasons, but must return to work once Autumn does."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"The memories I took from were mine and mine alone." He grins. "Well, sort of. My predecessor's, mostly, but I'm technically the same being. Only got a flash of the knife before... Janice, I think, cut my head off. Deserved it for sure, though." He laughs. "Those gloves were (GP)!"
Atla laughs along with him. "Yeah, those were fun. Let's not forget the masks, too- that was pretty funny in hindsight, in a cathartic sort of way." She sits on a beanbag nearby, twirling the handcrafted spoon between her fingers, though the gloves make that a touch difficult to do quickly. "That was one hell of a time. Bleak as it was, I almost miss it. Not quite, but almost."
He nods solemnly. "It was not a good place. That's actually what drew me to it, honestly." He pours her a Shirley Temple with ice and a lime on the edge of the glass, along with some other garnishes. "The food here is better though. I was skeptical when It wanted me to leave some parts, but I guess we call It the Visionary for a reason, huh?"
"I usually use it in pasta." He puts a plate of boneless hot wings in front of Thomas and leans over the bar. "You need to get some more food in you."
"Interesting take." He says, putting the mug back on the counter before eyeing the plate. "I'm chubby enough as it is, V. But, fine. I'll not ignore free food."
he lazily takes one of the wings with a fork from nearby, chomping down on it
The spice is intense, but it probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good without that kick. Sweet, salty, and savory.
"Trying to go for something accessible, but still good."
there was a knock at the door of the boat (well, if it has a door, which i assume it does)
the door opened and the blue demon (who is rather small, bout 4ft or so) sticks his head in, then holds a gold pocketwatch out, the glass slightly cloudy and the chain dull "oi, i found this in the garbage, nearly broke my teeth on it, belong to anyone in here?"
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call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
The spice is intense, but it probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good without that kick. Sweet, salty, and savory.
"Trying to go for something accessible, but still good."
"It's amazing." he says after swallowing the bite-sized piece, nodding just a bit
"Should sell pretty well."
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The kitchen is immaculate, aside from the open cookbook next to the enormous cauldron (think like the baths from Spirited Away, but a bit smaller. You can still comfortably fit multiple people in it).
"We're looking at 10 gallons. We'll be frying up dross nuggets for hundreds of people, thousands if we get anywhere close to winning." He pats the counter next to the cauldron. "I was hoping to use this bad girl for once. It's not the biggest one they had, but any bigger and I'd have to add another deck just to avoid sinking."
"All...right. This might not be too much help." She says with a chuckle, tucking the Wok away behind her back, which disappears back into the bag it came from with a soft shimmer
She gets out the ingredients quickly, not missing anything, all while still holding her young child close to her side consolingly, his eyes following Viande curiously
"You might want to set the kid down somewhere safe. The fumes from this mix are nasty, even with a mask, and I wouldn't subject a child to that." He stands back and watches her work closely, analyzing her technique and style.
The kitchen is immaculate, aside from the open cookbook next to the enormous cauldron (think like the baths from Spirited Away, but a bit smaller. You can still comfortably fit multiple people in it).
"We're looking at 10 gallons. We'll be frying up dross nuggets for hundreds of people, thousands if we get anywhere close to winning." He pats the counter next to the cauldron. "I was hoping to use this bad girl for once. It's not the biggest one they had, but any bigger and I'd have to add another deck just to avoid sinking."
"All...right. This might not be too much help." She says with a chuckle, tucking the Wok away behind her back, which disappears back into the bag it came from with a soft shimmer
She gets out the ingredients quickly, not missing anything, all while still holding her young child close to her side consolingly, his eyes following Viande curiously
"You might want to set the kid down somewhere safe. The fumes from this mix are nasty, even with a mask, and I wouldn't subject a child to that." He stands back and watches her work closely, analyzing her technique and style.
"He's tough. His daddy was a great warrior." she says reaussuringly, smiling wide at Viande "He died everyday, but always came back-- until he didn't."
Saphuno sighs sadly, pausing for a second before returning to her work, focusing intently
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there was a knock at the door of the boat (well, if it has a door, which i assume it does)
the door opened and the blue demon (who is rather small, bout 4ft or so) sticks his head in, then holds a gold pocketwatch out, the glass slightly cloudy and the chain dull "oi, i found this in the garbage, nearly broke my teeth on it, belong to anyone in here?"
Viande looks over. "Not mine, I'm afraid. I don't spend money on that kind of thing."
there was a knock at the door of the boat (well, if it has a door, which i assume it does)
the door opened and the blue demon (who is rather small, bout 4ft or so) sticks his head in, then holds a gold pocketwatch out, the glass slightly cloudy and the chain dull "oi, i found this in the garbage, nearly broke my teeth on it, belong to anyone in here?"
Viande looks over. "Not mine, I'm afraid. I don't spend money on that kind of thing."
recognize it as anyone elses?
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call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
The spice is intense, but it probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good without that kick. Sweet, salty, and savory.
"Trying to go for something accessible, but still good."
"It's amazing." he says after swallowing the bite-sized piece, nodding just a bit
"Should sell pretty well."
"That's good. I got a new sauce base. I was using mostly Tinderbite before, but that was kind of one-note since I fried the meat in the same stuff." He sighs. "Tough work."
"You might want to set the kid down somewhere safe. The fumes from this mix are nasty, even with a mask, and I wouldn't subject a child to that." He stands back and watches her work closely, analyzing her technique and style.
"He's tough. His daddy was a great warrior." she says reaussuringly, smiling wide at Viande "He died everyday, but always came back-- until he didn't."
Saphuno sighs sadly, pausing for a second before returning to her work, focusing intently
He shrugs. "If you insist." He sounds faintly amused.
"The memories I took from were mine and mine alone." He grins. "Well, sort of. My predecessor's, mostly, but I'm technically the same being. Only got a flash of the knife before... Janice, I think, cut my head off. Deserved it for sure, though." He laughs. "Those gloves were (GP)!"
Atla laughs along with him. "Yeah, those were fun. Let's not forget the masks, too- that was pretty funny in hindsight, in a cathartic sort of way." She sits on a beanbag nearby, twirling the handcrafted spoon between her fingers, though the gloves make that a touch difficult to do quickly. "That was one hell of a time. Bleak as it was, I almost miss it. Not quite, but almost."
He nods solemnly. "It was not a good place. That's actually what drew me to it, honestly." He pours her a Shirley Temple with ice and a lime on the edge of the glass, along with some other garnishes. "The food here is better though. I was skeptical when It wanted me to leave some parts, but I guess we call It the Visionary for a reason, huh?"
"Yeah, It has big plans for that place. I have my own judgements about Its methods, but... I can manage agreeing to disagree with It on that." She adjusts her coat to where it rests on her shoulders, gratefully accepts the drink and takes a small sip. Viande can notice something- a small lidless eye near the base of the scribe's neck, adjacent to a few spurs of bone. "And yeah, the food here is definitely better. My compliments to the chef."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The spice is intense, but it probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good without that kick. Sweet, salty, and savory.
"Trying to go for something accessible, but still good."
"It's amazing." he says after swallowing the bite-sized piece, nodding just a bit
"Should sell pretty well."
"That's good. I got a new sauce base. I was using mostly Tinderbite before, but that was kind of one-note since I fried the meat in the same stuff." He sighs. "Tough work."
"I was good with a blade, mind, not the kind you work with." he says softly, happily snacking on the free food.
"You do good, V."
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He nods solemnly. "It was not a good place. That's actually what drew me to it, honestly." He pours her a Shirley Temple with ice and a lime on the edge of the glass, along with some other garnishes. "The food here is better though. I was skeptical when It wanted me to leave some parts, but I guess we call It the Visionary for a reason, huh?"
"Yeah, It has big plans for that place. I have my own judgements about Its methods, but... I can manage agreeing to disagree with It on that." She adjusts her coat to where it rests on her shoulders, gratefully accepts the drink and takes a small sip. Viande can notice something- a small lidless eye near the base of the scribe's neck, adjacent to a few spurs of bone. "And yeah, the food here is definitely better. My compliments to the chef."
"Aw, golly, you're makin' me blush." The giant ferret chuckles and looks away from the eye. "As Its method myself, I'm not quite sure watcha mean by that."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
there was a knock at the door of the boat (well, if it has a door, which i assume it does)
call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
PM me the word AVACADO
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The kitchen is immaculate, aside from the open cookbook next to the enormous cauldron (think like the baths from Spirited Away, but a bit smaller. You can still comfortably fit multiple people in it).
"We're looking at 10 gallons. We'll be frying up dross nuggets for hundreds of people, thousands if we get anywhere close to winning." He pats the counter next to the cauldron. "I was hoping to use this bad girl for once. It's not the biggest one they had, but any bigger and I'd have to add another deck just to avoid sinking."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"All...right. This might not be too much help." She says with a chuckle, tucking the Wok away behind her back, which disappears back into the bag it came from with a soft shimmer
She gets out the ingredients quickly, not missing anything, all while still holding her young child close to her side consolingly, his eyes following Viande curiously
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Thank you- I've certainly improved from when I first started this." The book is a series of cobbled-together scrolls that look to have been made by Atla herself- complete with little notes containing diagrams and questions for her continued study. It looks like she's been making this book for at least a few years.
"This is still in a very unfinished state, but if you're interested, I'd be happy to share my findings with you again once it's completed."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're quite welcome." he says, nodding as he passes back the book, never touching it directly out of respect for it
"Seek me, if you wish. I come with the seasons, but must return to work once Autumn does."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
He nods solemnly. "It was not a good place. That's actually what drew me to it, honestly." He pours her a Shirley Temple with ice and a lime on the edge of the glass, along with some other garnishes. "The food here is better though. I was skeptical when It wanted me to leave some parts, but I guess we call It the Visionary for a reason, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The spice is intense, but it probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good without that kick. Sweet, salty, and savory.
"Trying to go for something accessible, but still good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
the door opened and the blue demon (who is rather small, bout 4ft or so) sticks his head in, then holds a gold pocketwatch out, the glass slightly cloudy and the chain dull "oi, i found this in the garbage, nearly broke my teeth on it, belong to anyone in here?"
call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
PM me the word AVACADO
"It's amazing." he says after swallowing the bite-sized piece, nodding just a bit
"Should sell pretty well."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"You might want to set the kid down somewhere safe. The fumes from this mix are nasty, even with a mask, and I wouldn't subject a child to that." He stands back and watches her work closely, analyzing her technique and style.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"He's tough. His daddy was a great warrior." she says reaussuringly, smiling wide at Viande "He died everyday, but always came back-- until he didn't."
Saphuno sighs sadly, pausing for a second before returning to her work, focusing intently
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Viande looks over. "Not mine, I'm afraid. I don't spend money on that kind of thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
recognize it as anyone elses?
call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
PM me the word AVACADO
"That's good. I got a new sauce base. I was using mostly Tinderbite before, but that was kind of one-note since I fried the meat in the same stuff." He sighs. "Tough work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shrugs. "If you insist." He sounds faintly amused.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah, It has big plans for that place. I have my own judgements about Its methods, but... I can manage agreeing to disagree with It on that." She adjusts her coat to where it rests on her shoulders, gratefully accepts the drink and takes a small sip. Viande can notice something- a small lidless eye near the base of the scribe's neck, adjacent to a few spurs of bone. "And yeah, the food here is definitely better. My compliments to the chef."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I was good with a blade, mind, not the kind you work with." he says softly, happily snacking on the free food.
"You do good, V."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Aw, golly, you're makin' me blush." The giant ferret chuckles and looks away from the eye. "As Its method myself, I'm not quite sure watcha mean by that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels