*Oh, man, it's here! I now have a place for all my lost OC souls that deserve homes (in the tavern's basement, of course, in very small pint glasses...).*
A tall, finely-dressed man stalks the perimeter of the tavern, vulture-like in his slink as he observes whatever revelry is happening on the inside. He has a unnervingly cunning look to him----his features are fox-like----thin-nosed, a slight grin peeling up towards small wisps of orangeish hair. He wears a small hat that covers most of his bush of slick, dark, and strangely curly hair, which blatantly juxtaposes itself with the chalk-white color of his face. He strolls around for several minutes, then finds the nearest empty seat and sinks himself down, brusquely rapping his nails upon the wood for a drink.
"Order?" he calls loudly, in an accent not so distinct from a goodfella. "I'd love a drink, if you please."
This guy but a bit creepier
A wooden mug floats through the air and sets itself in front of him, with orange liquid inside of it.
"Ugh. Orange?" He sneers at the drink, then pushes it away. "I only take my drinks blue and cold, thank you."
The cup tips over in his hand, spilling hot orange liquid all over it. Seems the tavern has a strange sense of humor.
He lets out a scalding, high-pitched scream as the liquid begins to bubble on his hand. "Aah! Help!" His eyes snap shut as he tries to block out the pain, but his hand begins to...melt? Small scales appear underneath his skin for a split second, and then the liquid disappears and all is back to normal, his hand unblemished as he looks around at those staring.
"Who're you all looking at, punks?"
He hears a chuckle from the entrance, as Emrys leans against the door, laughing.
He continues to make a scene---- "What're you laughing at? Was that funny? I could've burned my hand off!"
“Usually, hot liquid doesn’t set you on fire. It just hurts a bit. What, are you scared of a little pain?”
"N-no...but you'll be if that happens again..." Realizing that he's not doing well here, he spins and exits the tavern, smacking a hand above the doorframe with a loud clap before he departs.
*yeah honestly I thought that was gonna be cool but I played him too rich-boy*
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Wes (i/d/g/a/f) Fills del caos i la locura, filles de les males herbes Trens que van descarrilar Ara llancen pedres contra eixe ninot del vostre altar |------extended sig------|
*Been thinking about making a sister tavern to this*
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Wes (i/d/g/a/f) Fills del caos i la locura, filles de les males herbes Trens que van descarrilar Ara llancen pedres contra eixe ninot del vostre altar |------extended sig------|
They look up, their good eye wide as blood drips down from the mark on their right eye. “G-get me back there… need to defend them…”
"Defend who...?"
Blood mixes with spit, snot, and tears on the ground, and they huff. “I-they’re never coming back, are they?”
"Listen, I don't know who you're talking about... I can help you, but I'm going to have to move you a bit... Can you walk?"
They nod. “Don’t… don’t want to walk, though.”
"... Alright, then... Can I cary you...?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
They look up, their good eye wide as blood drips down from the mark on their right eye. “G-get me back there… need to defend them…”
"Defend who...?"
Blood mixes with spit, snot, and tears on the ground, and they huff. “I-they’re never coming back, are they?”
"Listen, I don't know who you're talking about... I can help you, but I'm going to have to move you a bit... Can you walk?"
They nod. “Don’t… don’t want to walk, though.”
"... Alright, then... Can I cary you...?"
*doop*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
They look up, their good eye wide as blood drips down from the mark on their right eye. “G-get me back there… need to defend them…”
"Defend who...?"
Blood mixes with spit, snot, and tears on the ground, and they huff. “I-they’re never coming back, are they?”
"Listen, I don't know who you're talking about... I can help you, but I'm going to have to move you a bit... Can you walk?"
They nod. “Don’t… don’t want to walk, though.”
"... Alright, then... Can I cary you...?"
*doop*
“Sure. Whatever. Fine.”
"Alright. Up you go!" She casts levitate on them, causing them to hover just a bit off the ground, and proceeds to gently push them into the Tavern.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Hello I am Sablemeerkat but you can call me Sable I love books my favorite are by Brandon Sanderson. I also love video games like Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask and Splatoon 3.
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
“Oh? Yes?”
"Your cape has a wyvern on it, where's it from?"
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
“Oh? Yes?”
"Your cape has a wyvern on it, where's it from?"
“Oh! My dad gave it to me. He said it came from the mortal realm, from a country called Gaia.”
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
“Oh? Yes?”
"Your cape has a wyvern on it, where's it from?"
“Oh! My dad gave it to me. He said it came from the mortal realm, from a country called Gaia.”
"Are you not mortal?"
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
“Oh? Yes?”
"Your cape has a wyvern on it, where's it from?"
“Oh! My dad gave it to me. He said it came from the mortal realm, from a country called Gaia.”
"Are you not mortal?"
“I’m adopted.” He says, nodding as if that answers her question.
A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.
The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.
She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"
He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
“Oh? Yes?”
"Your cape has a wyvern on it, where's it from?"
“Oh! My dad gave it to me. He said it came from the mortal realm, from a country called Gaia.”
"Are you not mortal?"
“I’m adopted.” He says, nodding as if that answers her question.
"Okay. I'm gonna go over here then." Lucinda walks over to the bar.
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"Okay. I'm gonna go over here then." Lucinda walks over to the bar.
Yejide sits down next to Lucinda and says “hello there I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Yejide.”
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Hello I am Sablemeerkat but you can call me Sable I love books my favorite are by Brandon Sanderson. I also love video games like Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask and Splatoon 3.
Walking through the doors of the tavern is a masked, well-tanned elf; a stranger with a shield, sand in every crease and seam of his clothing, and a little long-eared creature like a green prune in a miniature robe on his shoulder.
“Lost Souls?” He says, mostly to himself. “Perhaps there’s work to be had.”
He heads straight to the bar and says, “Two bowls of boek miso, (sounds of infant protest from the creature, who he sets on the bar), and an uhglos for the small one.”
Hello hello, I am Mr. Dicestone, a fellow adventurer and Planeswalker, enjoying the realm of wonders and wizardry and clicky math rocks. When not crafting the wonderful and whimsical world of Dan-thurás, I’m also working on custom spells and subclasses (hopefully coming soon to a forum or campaign near you) and other enjoyable settings for people to experience or staring with my third eye into space, rolling dice for no reason
Walking through the doors of the tavern is a masked, well-tanned elf; a stranger with a shield, sand in every crease and seam of his clothing, and a little long-eared creature like a green prune in a miniature robe on his shoulder.
“Lost Souls?” He says, mostly to himself. “Perhaps there’s work to be had.”
He heads straight to the bar and says, “Two bowls of boek miso, (sounds of infant protest from the creature, who he sets on the bar), and an uhglos for the small one.”
Although there is nobody behind the bar, two bowls of boek miso, as well as an uhglos, appear in front of the pair.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
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"N-no...but you'll be if that happens again..." Realizing that he's not doing well here, he spins and exits the tavern, smacking a hand above the doorframe with a loud clap before he departs.
*yeah honestly I thought that was gonna be cool but I played him too rich-boy*
Wes (i/d/g/a/f)
Fills del caos i la locura, filles de les males herbes
Trens que van descarrilar
Ara llancen pedres contra eixe ninot del vostre altar
|------extended sig------|
*Been thinking about making a sister tavern to this*
Wes (i/d/g/a/f)
Fills del caos i la locura, filles de les males herbes
Trens que van descarrilar
Ara llancen pedres contra eixe ninot del vostre altar
|------extended sig------|
"... Alright, then... Can I cary you...?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
She chuckles, "No you don't, my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“Emrys. Nice to meet you.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*doop*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Sure. Whatever. Fine.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Alright. Up you go!" She casts levitate on them, causing them to hover just a bit off the ground, and proceeds to gently push them into the Tavern.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Yejide follows Elanor back into the tavern.
Hello I am Sablemeerkat but you can call me Sable I love books my favorite are by Brandon Sanderson. I also love video games like Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask and Splatoon 3.
"Nice to meet you too, I do have a question for you though."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“Oh? Yes?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Your cape has a wyvern on it, where's it from?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“Oh! My dad gave it to me. He said it came from the mortal realm, from a country called Gaia.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Are you not mortal?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“I’m adopted.” He says, nodding as if that answers her question.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Okay. I'm gonna go over here then." Lucinda walks over to the bar.
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
Yejide sits down next to Lucinda and says “hello there I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Yejide.”
Hello I am Sablemeerkat but you can call me Sable I love books my favorite are by Brandon Sanderson. I also love video games like Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask and Splatoon 3.
Walking through the doors of the tavern is a masked, well-tanned elf; a stranger with a shield, sand in every crease and seam of his clothing, and a little long-eared creature like a green prune in a miniature robe on his shoulder.
“Lost Souls?” He says, mostly to himself. “Perhaps there’s work to be had.”
He heads straight to the bar and says, “Two bowls of boek miso, (sounds of infant protest from the creature, who he sets on the bar), and an uhglos for the small one.”
Hello hello, I am Mr. Dicestone, a fellow adventurer and Planeswalker, enjoying the realm of wonders and wizardry and clicky math rocks. When not crafting the wonderful and whimsical world of Dan-thurás, I’m also working on custom spells and subclasses (hopefully coming soon to a forum or campaign near you) and other enjoyable settings for people to experience or staring with my third eye into space, rolling dice for no reason
Although there is nobody behind the bar, two bowls of boek miso, as well as an uhglos, appear in front of the pair.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!