"If anyone is planning on establishing a temple,guild house or any kind of establishment let me know because it is possible albeit expensive...*
*oooh that'd be funnn...*
*what about say… a band?*
*Band band band!*
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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!
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
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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!
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Sparrow races over, waving enthusiastically.
"Oh! This? It's a special brew of mine."
The man looks at him, with a charming grin.
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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!
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Sparrow races over, waving enthusiastically.
"Oh! This? It's a special brew of mine."
The man looks at him, with a charming grin.
“Looks nasty.” He remarks. “Could I try some? I love nasty.”
Sparrow waits for an opening and walks up to the man. “So… heyyyyyy.” He says, before almost tripping on a rock and doing like arm circles to keep his balance.
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
"Then how can you judge them?"
"My mom was cast down from the heavens and punished for no fault of her own. Think I can judge 'em pretty well for that."
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Sparrow races over, waving enthusiastically.
"Oh! This? It's a special brew of mine."
The man looks at him, with a charming grin.
“Looks nasty.” He remarks. “Could I try some? I love nasty.”
Sparrow waits for an opening and walks up to the man. “So… heyyyyyy.” He says, before almost tripping on a rock and doing like arm circles to keep his balance.
"Well. That's rather rude. But sure. You could try." She starts humming a deep note, which reverberates around the room. As she hums, physical musical notes on a staff appear from the air, and dance around, before congealing into a 5 foot tall barrel of the same substance.
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 woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
"Then how can you judge them?"
"My mom was cast down from the heavens and punished for no fault of her own. Think I can judge 'em pretty well for that."
"Indeed? What for?"
"For hurting my mother...?"
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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!
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Sparrow races over, waving enthusiastically.
"Oh! This? It's a special brew of mine."
The man looks at him, with a charming grin.
“Looks nasty.” He remarks. “Could I try some? I love nasty.”
Sparrow waits for an opening and walks up to the man. “So… heyyyyyy.” He says, before almost tripping on a rock and doing like arm circles to keep his balance.
"Well. That's rather rude. But sure. You could try." She starts humming a deep note, which reverberates around the room. As she hums, physical musical notes on a staff appear from the air, and dance around, before congealing into a 5 foot tall barrel of the same substance.
"Heya, kid. You wanna hear a song?"
“You sure it won’t make me pass out?” He eyes the barrel warily.
“Maybe? I can also play! Me and my friend are starting a band!”
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Sparrow races over, waving enthusiastically.
"Oh! This? It's a special brew of mine."
The man looks at him, with a charming grin.
“Looks nasty.” He remarks. “Could I try some? I love nasty.”
Sparrow waits for an opening and walks up to the man. “So… heyyyyyy.” He says, before almost tripping on a rock and doing like arm circles to keep his balance.
"Well. That's rather rude. But sure. You could try." She starts humming a deep note, which reverberates around the room. As she hums, physical musical notes on a staff appear from the air, and dance around, before congealing into a 5 foot tall barrel of the same substance.
"Heya, kid. You wanna hear a song?"
“You sure it won’t make me pass out?” He eyes the barrel warily.
“Maybe? I can also play! Me and my friend are starting a band!”
"I mean, if you drink all of it, you'll probably turn into a toad or have all your knuckles replaced with snails. But if you drink in moderation, you should be fine."
"Really? A band? How interesting."
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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!
"If anyone is planning on establishing a temple,guild house or any kind of establishment let me know because it is possible albeit expensive...*
*oooh that'd be funnn...*
*what about say… a band?*
*making a band doesn't cost anything but having a studio does*
*Mmmm I see*
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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 young man is playing the lute on a street corner.
Mel is fluttering through the colosseum stands, occasionally stealing snacks.
Joules and Cael are walking through the streets, arguing.
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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 woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
"Then how can you judge them?"
"My mom was cast down from the heavens and punished for no fault of her own. Think I can judge 'em pretty well for that."
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
"Then how can you judge them?"
"My mom was cast down from the heavens and punished for no fault of her own. Think I can judge 'em pretty well for that."
"Indeed? What for?"
"For hurting my mother...?"
"No, Why was she cast down?"
"Oh! I, uh... don't really know. She doesn't really talk about that much. I think it might've been something to do with my dad...? I'm not sure. She wasn't very... talkative with me..." She nervously rubs her metal arm, tracing the engravings on it.
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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!
"What's her name? Maybe the story is written down somewhere"
"Oh! Her name was Sella."
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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!
"What's her name? Maybe the story is written down somewhere"
"Oh! Her name was Sella."
"...not ringing a bell"
"Oh... okay...."
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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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*Band band band!*
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!
Mist is wandering around the area outside of the city.
Axel is back at the bar, drinking hard alcohol.
Sparrow wanders the city, looking for anyone else who seems potentially good at music.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Mel is also at the bar, and is sipping from a thimble filled with a murky blue liquid.
Sparrow starts to hear music playing, and sees that on one street corner, there is a young man playing the lute to passerby. His skin looks like tree bark, and various carvings in the wood rhythmically pulse different colours with the music.
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!
Axel raises an eyebrow at the liquid and walks over. “What’s that? Thought I’ve tried everything here.”
Sparrow races over, waving enthusiastically.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Oh! This? It's a special brew of mine."
The man looks at him, with a charming grin.
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!
“Looks nasty.” He remarks. “Could I try some? I love nasty.”
Sparrow waits for an opening and walks up to the man. “So… heyyyyyy.” He says, before almost tripping on a rock and doing like arm circles to keep his balance.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Indeed? What for?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Well. That's rather rude. But sure. You could try." She starts humming a deep note, which reverberates around the room. As she hums, physical musical notes on a staff appear from the air, and dance around, before congealing into a 5 foot tall barrel of the same substance.
"Heya, kid. You wanna hear a song?"
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!
"For hurting my mother...?"
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!
“You sure it won’t make me pass out?” He eyes the barrel warily.
“Maybe? I can also play! Me and my friend are starting a band!”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I mean, if you drink all of it, you'll probably turn into a toad or have all your knuckles replaced with snails. But if you drink in moderation, you should be fine."
"Really? A band? How interesting."
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!
*making a band doesn't cost anything but having a studio does*
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*Mmmm I see*
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 young man is playing the lute on a street corner.
Mel is fluttering through the colosseum stands, occasionally stealing snacks.
Joules and Cael are walking through the streets, arguing.
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!
"No, Why was she cast down?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Oh! I, uh... don't really know. She doesn't really talk about that much. I think it might've been something to do with my dad...? I'm not sure. She wasn't very... talkative with me..." She nervously rubs her metal arm, tracing the engravings on it.
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!
*cut with gonz*
"What's her name? Maybe the story is written down somewhere"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Oh! Her name was Sella."
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!
"...not ringing a bell"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Oh... okay...."
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!