*Yes, the seals are broken, and I am free to wander the forums once more! How doth thee fare, friend?*
*Really good! I'm happy that you're back, I did miss you.*
*I'm glad to hear you're doing alright. Alas, my activity here will still likely be sporadic, but I should be around a lot more than before still. I missed y'all too, it's good to be back.*
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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)
*Yes, the seals are broken, and I am free to wander the forums once more! How doth thee fare, friend?*
*Really good! I'm happy that you're back, I did miss you.*
*I'm glad to hear you're doing alright. Alas, my activity here will still likely be sporadic, but I should be around a lot more than before still. I missed y'all too, it's good to be back.*
*YAY!*
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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.
“Your tavern is one of the nicer ones I have seen throughout my travels Viond. When did you create it?”
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“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
*This looks simply wonderful! I already have a vision for the character I'll introduce- this will be delicious for certain...*
Sitting in one of the beanbag chairs off in a reading nook sequestered in a corner of the AGG, currently deep in her reading material- a dusty-looking grimoire, bound with scarlet threads and bearing a symbol of an eye- is a human in mostly formal-looking attire: black dress pants and shoes, a grey sweater that's slightly oversized, and a long leather coat. Her coat drapes over the back of her seat, bearing numerous pockets and a strange crest emblazoned on its lapel with that same symbol of an eye at its center. Slightly hunched over her handcrafted tome, it's a bit hard for anyone to make out her facial features, shielded by her shoulder-length black hair and the aforementioned book as they are. However, sometimes one might catch a glimpse of an eye- bearing an unnaturally vibrant shade of fiery orange- always fixated on the pages in front of her.
Occasionally, the scribe will produce a fountain pen from the emblazoned pocket and make small edits to her book, likely correcting previous errors. Whatever could she be working on?
Viande gently places a plate on the small table, opposite to the book but still in the human's reach. On top of it is a small-ish bowl with a disc of red sugar glass covering whatever is inside. He doesn't say a word, simply placing a spoon wrapped in a napkin beside the dish. He makes a gentle, rumbling murmur to pull her attention away from the book for a second.
“Your tavern is one of the nicer ones I have seen throughout my travels Viond. When did you create it?”
"She was built about 65 or so years ago, but she's been remodeled so many times that at one point we called her Theseus. The Anti-Genesis Gospel was established about 8 years ago, to moderate applause due to its size." His eyes glimmer. "Three years ago, I showed up. I got hired here, and in short order became the head chef, then the owner. All you folks are so good to me, y'know?"
“Your tavern is one of the nicer ones I have seen throughout my travels Viond. When did you create it?”
"She was built about 65 or so years ago, but she's been remodeled so many times that at one point we called her Theseus. The Anti-Genesis Gospel was established about 8 years ago, to moderate applause due to its size." His eyes glimmer. "Three years ago, I showed up. I got hired here, and in short order became the head chef, then the owner. All you folks are so good to me, y'know?"
VibeChef: "Woah that's really cool, but you get our drinks?"
York nudges him "Victor!"
"What? It's not that hard to get milk, and my order isn't unreasonable."
"'isn't unre-' YOU ORDERED A- ahem- as I was saying, YOU ORDERED ALL THE ALCOHOLIC ITEMS AT THE SAME (GP)ING TIME."
Much more serious character: Vibe chef's brother, York
"Quit fooling around, Victor! Your antics have been losing us jobs!"
"Ah don't be like that, people love me!"
"You should know that presenting your food makes no sense, because the recipe changes every time?"
"I-uh-it's close enough each time."
"Close enough isn't cutting it, now, can I get a drink, something non alcoholic."
"I'll have something alcoholic!"
"How about uhhhhhhh... just milk, yes I'll have just milk."
"Pour everything that makes you drunk into a cup and stir it."
Viande shakes his head. "Our booze is for cooking only, I'm afraid. I can get you some Swallop Tea if you'd like, though." He takes a large, black bottle and turns it over the stove for a couple seconds before pouring the creamy, latte-colored contents into a cup and passing it to York. "Moonlight Coffee. It's a plant-based dairy grown locally. Would you like some wings with it? It's really good for dealing with pungency."
*This looks simply wonderful! I already have a vision for the character I'll introduce- this will be delicious for certain...*
Sitting in one of the beanbag chairs off in a reading nook sequestered in a corner of the AGG, currently deep in her reading material- a dusty-looking grimoire, bound with scarlet threads and bearing a symbol of an eye- is a human in mostly formal-looking attire: black dress pants and shoes, a grey sweater that's slightly oversized, and a long leather coat. Her coat drapes over the back of her seat, bearing numerous pockets and a strange crest emblazoned on its lapel with that same symbol of an eye at its center. Slightly hunched over her handcrafted tome, it's a bit hard for anyone to make out her facial features, shielded by her shoulder-length black hair and the aforementioned book as they are. However, sometimes one might catch a glimpse of an eye- bearing an unnaturally vibrant shade of fiery orange- always fixated on the pages in front of her.
Occasionally, the scribe will produce a fountain pen from the emblazoned pocket and make small edits to her book, likely correcting previous errors. Whatever could she be working on?
Viande gently places a plate on the small table, opposite to the book but still in the human's reach. On top of it is a small-ish bowl with a disc of red sugar glass covering whatever is inside. He doesn't say a word, simply placing a spoon wrapped in a napkin beside the dish. He makes a gentle, rumbling murmur to pull her attention away from the book for a second.
The scribe looks up from her cobbled-together tome back to him, brushing her hair out of her eye. "Thank you very much." Her eyes linger on the red-colored glass for a second as she thinks of something, before promptly setting that thought aside, closing her book and carefully setting it in a satchel at her side.
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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)
Viande gently places a plate on the small table, opposite to the book but still in the human's reach. On top of it is a small-ish bowl with a disc of red sugar glass covering whatever is inside. He doesn't say a word, simply placing a spoon wrapped in a napkin beside the dish. He makes a gentle, rumbling murmur to pull her attention away from the book for a second.
The scribe looks up from her cobbled-together tome back to him, brushing her hair out of her eye. "Thank you very much." Her eyes linger on the red-colored glass for a second as she thinks of something, before promptly setting that thought aside, closing her book and carefully setting it in a satchel at her side.
He slides the dish across to where the book formerly was. "You're very welcome." There is... a faint glimmer of orange light, deep in his eye. He steps back and goes to care for other customers as to avoid making her uncomfortable.
After a while, Matt and Sadie come back from Sadie's exploration of the city, Sadie plopping down on a beanbag while Matt sits on a nearby couch, which he seemingly deems better than the beanbags support wise
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
After a while, Matt and Sadie come back from Sadie's exploration of the city, Sadie plopping down on a beanbag while Matt sits on a nearby couch, which he seemingly deems better than the beanbags support wise
The massive ferret approaches and places a plate of Razorbeast Wings on the table next to Matt and puts a bowl of roasted meat before Sadie. "After so long laying on concrete, metal, and stone, it was unbearable to have blankets and pillows again. It felt like I was being sucked into the mud all over again."
Viande gently places a plate on the small table, opposite to the book but still in the human's reach. On top of it is a small-ish bowl with a disc of red sugar glass covering whatever is inside. He doesn't say a word, simply placing a spoon wrapped in a napkin beside the dish. He makes a gentle, rumbling murmur to pull her attention away from the book for a second.
The scribe looks up from her cobbled-together tome back to him, brushing her hair out of her eye. "Thank you very much." Her eyes linger on the red-colored glass for a second as she thinks of something, before promptly setting that thought aside, closing her book and carefully setting it in a satchel at her side.
He slides the dish across to where the book formerly was. "You're very welcome." There is... a faint glimmer of orange light, deep in his eye. He steps back and goes to care for other customers as to avoid making her uncomfortable.
She notices this right away, not seeming uncomfortable so much as curious. Still, now doesn't seem the time to bring this up- she'll have time to gather answers in a moment. For now, she carefully lifts the sugar-glass seal on the bowl and starts to eat, realizing how hungry she actually is after a few bites.
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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)
After a while, Matt and Sadie come back from Sadie's exploration of the city, Sadie plopping down on a beanbag while Matt sits on a nearby couch, which he seemingly deems better than the beanbags support wise
The massive ferret approaches and places a plate of Razorbeast Wings on the table next to Matt and puts a bowl of roasted meat before Sadie. "After so long laying on concrete, metal, and stone, it was unbearable to have blankets and pillows again. It felt like I was being sucked into the mud all over again."
"I agree wholeheartedly with that. Feels like you're lying on a cloud"
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
He slides the dish across to where the book formerly was. "You're very welcome." There is... a faint glimmer of orange light, deep in his eye. He steps back and goes to care for other customers as to avoid making her uncomfortable.
She notices this right away, not seeming uncomfortable so much as curious. Still, now doesn't seem the time to bring this up- she'll have time to gather answers in a moment. For now, she carefully lifts the sugar-glass seal on the bowl and starts to eat, realizing how hungry she actually is after a few bites.
It cracks when she moves it, revealing the black stew beneath the fragile shell, a pinkish oil around the top to prevent the sugar from melting completely before it was disturbed. She hears Viande putting more wood on the fire. She smells the ashes and embers he scrapes out to be put to use later.
The spoon she now has in her hand looks like it was hand-forged, based on a hazily remembered knife. A knife she remembers so clearly that she can recognize the inaccuracies.
The meat is tender, almost gelatinous, having been bathed in acid before being cooked, and browned with enough heat that the fat wasn't completely destroyed before it was boiled. It tastes similar to pork, with a notably nutty taste separating it. The soup itself is rich and a bit spicy, and was clearly made with blood.
Much more serious character: Vibe chef's brother, York
"Quit fooling around, Victor! Your antics have been losing us jobs!"
"Ah don't be like that, people love me!"
"You should know that presenting your food makes no sense, because the recipe changes every time?"
"I-uh-it's close enough each time."
"Close enough isn't cutting it, now, can I get a drink, something non alcoholic."
"I'll have something alcoholic!"
"How about uhhhhhhh... just milk, yes I'll have just milk."
"Pour everything that makes you drunk into a cup and stir it."
Viande shakes his head. "Our booze is for cooking only, I'm afraid. I can get you some Swallop Tea if you'd like, though." He takes a large, black bottle and turns it over the stove for a couple seconds before pouring the creamy, latte-colored contents into a cup and passing it to York. "Moonlight Coffee. It's a plant-based dairy grown locally. Would you like some wings with it? It's really good for dealing with pungency."
Victor: "Yeah can I buy just buy your booze, if not I'll just go without a drink"
York: "What type of wings do you have?"
Victor looks over at the milk
"That doesn't look like milk"
VibeChef drinks all of it
"Doesn't taste like it either"
"Victor, I am incomprehensibly mad right now, now then, I would appreciate some booze, but I can't have any because I follow the RULES and REGULATIONS!"
"Now would be a good time to explain our backstory"
Victor and York were raised in poverty, their parents dying of plague, but then a miracle happened. They were adopted by a rich big shot and lived good lives until they were 16. The big shot was sailing on a boat to go run errands overseas, but the engines, due to lack of maintenance and regulations, burst apart, killing everyone on board.
"...Victor?"
"Yeah?"
"You've been staring at the ceiling for 30 seconds"
The massive ferret approaches and places a plate of Razorbeast Wings on the table next to Matt and puts a bowl of roasted meat before Sadie. "After so long laying on concrete, metal, and stone, it was unbearable to have blankets and pillows again. It felt like I was being sucked into the mud all over again."
"I agree wholeheartedly with that. Feels like you're lying on a cloud"
"I realized a couple weeks into therapy that it was a trust issue as much as a conditioning one. I didn't trust the surface I was laying on to support me in my most vulnerable moments. It wasn't the only thing I didn't trust, but learning that what was 'wrong' with me was a normal thing... it helped a lot."
The massive ferret approaches and places a plate of Razorbeast Wings on the table next to Matt and puts a bowl of roasted meat before Sadie. "After so long laying on concrete, metal, and stone, it was unbearable to have blankets and pillows again. It felt like I was being sucked into the mud all over again."
"I agree wholeheartedly with that. Feels like you're lying on a cloud"
"I realized a couple weeks into therapy that it was a trust issue as much as a conditioning one. I didn't trust the surface I was laying on to support me in my most vulnerable moments. It wasn't the only thing I didn't trust, but learning that what was 'wrong' with me was a normal thing... it helped a lot."
"That's deep... Makes sense, a lil' bit. I mainly just need it for physical support; emotional support is her job" he says, patting Sadie and gesturing to her
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Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents, Trilogy
*I'm glad to hear you're doing alright. Alas, my activity here will still likely be sporadic, but I should be around a lot more than before still. I missed y'all too, it's good to be back.*
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)
*YAY!*
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.
“Your tavern is one of the nicer ones I have seen throughout my travels Viond. When did you create it?”
“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
Much more serious character: Vibe chef's brother, York
"Quit fooling around, Victor! Your antics have been losing us jobs!"
"Ah don't be like that, people love me!"
"You should know that presenting your food makes no sense, because the recipe changes every time?"
"I-uh-it's close enough each time."
"Close enough isn't cutting it, now, can I get a drink, something non alcoholic."
"I'll have something alcoholic!"
"How about uhhhhhhh... just milk, yes I'll have just milk."
"Pour everything that makes you drunk into a cup and stir it."
Inferniak's followers
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/237064-cult-of-inferniak
Enter Stormdriven:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/dungeons-dragons-discussion/story-lore/236865-stormdriven-homebrew-world
(self styled) Greatest twist a wish player.
Viande gently places a plate on the small table, opposite to the book but still in the human's reach. On top of it is a small-ish bowl with a disc of red sugar glass covering whatever is inside. He doesn't say a word, simply placing a spoon wrapped in a napkin beside the dish. He makes a gentle, rumbling murmur to pull her attention away from the book for a second.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"She was built about 65 or so years ago, but she's been remodeled so many times that at one point we called her Theseus. The Anti-Genesis Gospel was established about 8 years ago, to moderate applause due to its size." His eyes glimmer. "Three years ago, I showed up. I got hired here, and in short order became the head chef, then the owner. All you folks are so good to me, y'know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
VibeChef: "Woah that's really cool, but you get our drinks?"
York nudges him "Victor!"
"What? It's not that hard to get milk, and my order isn't unreasonable."
"'isn't unre-' YOU ORDERED A- ahem- as I was saying, YOU ORDERED ALL THE ALCOHOLIC ITEMS AT THE SAME (GP)ING TIME."
Inferniak's followers
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/237064-cult-of-inferniak
Enter Stormdriven:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/dungeons-dragons-discussion/story-lore/236865-stormdriven-homebrew-world
(self styled) Greatest twist a wish player.
Viande shakes his head. "Our booze is for cooking only, I'm afraid. I can get you some Swallop Tea if you'd like, though." He takes a large, black bottle and turns it over the stove for a couple seconds before pouring the creamy, latte-colored contents into a cup and passing it to York. "Moonlight Coffee. It's a plant-based dairy grown locally. Would you like some wings with it? It's really good for dealing with pungency."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The scribe looks up from her cobbled-together tome back to him, brushing her hair out of her eye. "Thank you very much." Her eyes linger on the red-colored glass for a second as she thinks of something, before promptly setting that thought aside, closing her book and carefully setting it in a satchel at her side.
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)
He slides the dish across to where the book formerly was. "You're very welcome." There is... a faint glimmer of orange light, deep in his eye. He steps back and goes to care for other customers as to avoid making her uncomfortable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After a while, Matt and Sadie come back from Sadie's exploration of the city, Sadie plopping down on a beanbag while Matt sits on a nearby couch, which he seemingly deems better than the beanbags support wise
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
The massive ferret approaches and places a plate of Razorbeast Wings on the table next to Matt and puts a bowl of roasted meat before Sadie. "After so long laying on concrete, metal, and stone, it was unbearable to have blankets and pillows again. It felt like I was being sucked into the mud all over again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She notices this right away, not seeming uncomfortable so much as curious. Still, now doesn't seem the time to bring this up- she'll have time to gather answers in a moment. For now, she carefully lifts the sugar-glass seal on the bowl and starts to eat, realizing how hungry she actually is after a few bites.
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 agree wholeheartedly with that. Feels like you're lying on a cloud"
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
It cracks when she moves it, revealing the black stew beneath the fragile shell, a pinkish oil around the top to prevent the sugar from melting completely before it was disturbed.
She hears Viande putting more wood on the fire. She smells the ashes and embers he scrapes out to be put to use later.
The spoon she now has in her hand looks like it was hand-forged, based on a hazily remembered knife. A knife she remembers so clearly that she can recognize the inaccuracies.
The meat is tender, almost gelatinous, having been bathed in acid before being cooked, and browned with enough heat that the fat wasn't completely destroyed before it was boiled. It tastes similar to pork, with a notably nutty taste separating it. The soup itself is rich and a bit spicy, and was clearly made with blood.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Victor: "Yeah can I buy just buy your booze, if not I'll just go without a drink"
York: "What type of wings do you have?"
Victor looks over at the milk
"That doesn't look like milk"
VibeChef drinks all of it
"Doesn't taste like it either"
"Victor, I am incomprehensibly mad right now, now then, I would appreciate some booze, but I can't have any because I follow the RULES and REGULATIONS!"
"Now would be a good time to explain our backstory"
Victor and York were raised in poverty, their parents dying of plague, but then a miracle happened. They were adopted by a rich big shot and lived good lives until they were 16. The big shot was sailing on a boat to go run errands overseas, but the engines, due to lack of maintenance and regulations, burst apart, killing everyone on board.
"...Victor?"
"Yeah?"
"You've been staring at the ceiling for 30 seconds"
Inferniak's followers
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/237064-cult-of-inferniak
Enter Stormdriven:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/dungeons-dragons-discussion/story-lore/236865-stormdriven-homebrew-world
(self styled) Greatest twist a wish player.
*Can we get a player list for simplicity sake*
Inferniak's followers
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/237064-cult-of-inferniak
Enter Stormdriven:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/dungeons-dragons-discussion/story-lore/236865-stormdriven-homebrew-world
(self styled) Greatest twist a wish player.
"I realized a couple weeks into therapy that it was a trust issue as much as a conditioning one. I didn't trust the surface I was laying on to support me in my most vulnerable moments. It wasn't the only thing I didn't trust, but learning that what was 'wrong' with me was a normal thing... it helped a lot."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That's deep... Makes sense, a lil' bit. I mainly just need it for physical support; emotional support is her job" he says, patting Sadie and gesturing to her
Howdy, I'm Trilogy, but y'all can call me "3" if y'all want.
A little about me, I'm a bit of an emotional trainwreck, but I'm workin' on gettin' better. My favorite things in life are TTRPGs, Deathcore, and doin' sensational pinch harmonics until my cab blows out (I've done this like twice, but it was all in good fun). Favorite band is Lorna Shore, y'all should check out their newest studio album, IFTEFWM, it's a banger, trust me.
That's all from me, for now, take it easy ladies and gents,
Trilogy
*gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels