A long, tall soul is slowly scraping their way into the tavern. The smell hits you with a foul thunk; they smell of rotten eggs and rotting chickens. They look as one of the most decrepit souls you have seen in at least fifty years, with kelp along their back and holes in their wet cloak; they walk up to the closest, unocupied table near the door. Sitting down with a long, sad sigh. "Anybody wanna exchange tales?"
The bar seems fairly empty right now, the only soul in sight being a petite soul in simple, black work clothes sitting at the bar, kicking their feet. There's a drink in front of them, but with the paper bag over their head, they probably won't be drinking it anytime soon. They point at themselves as if to say, "Who, me?"
The soul turns towards them and says, "If you wanna share your tale, then go for it."
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
"The hole that is"
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
"The hole that is"
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
"The hole that is"
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
"I can't remember,but you can call me captain"
"Alright, Captain. Where exactly do you come from?"
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
"The hole that is"
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
"I can't remember,but you can call me captain"
"Alright, Captain. Where exactly do you come from?"
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
"The hole that is"
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
"I can't remember,but you can call me captain"
"Alright, Captain. Where exactly do you come from?"
"The high seas"
"Huh. Interesting. Back where I'm from, there weren't really seas. Well-endless seas of sand." His tail stub flicks a bit, and he sighs. "I'd love to see your 'High Seas' someday. But I guess we're stuck here-this is death. Do you remember how you died?"
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
Rather quaint ain't it
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
"The hole that is"
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
"I can't remember,but you can call me captain"
"Alright, Captain. Where exactly do you come from?"
"The high seas"
"Huh. Interesting. Back where I'm from, there weren't really seas. Well-endless seas of sand." His tail stub flicks a bit, and he sighs. "I'd love to see your 'High Seas' someday. But I guess we're stuck here-this is death. Do you remember how you died?"
I'm there too
When da yit gon flurgin
A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”
he/they
Rather quaint ain't it
When da yit gon flurgin
*using quotation marks around speech makes it easier to know when your character is speaking.*
“Yep. Everything still aches though. The pains of life do carry onto the dead.”
he/they
"Yea my face still itches like crazy"
When da yit gon flurgin
*I will make a character, just give me a bit...*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"The hole that is"
When da yit gon flurgin
*omg gibber rping again.*
he/they
He chuckles. "I suppose itches would stay too. The name's Dune. What's your name?"
he/they
"I can't remember,but you can call me captain"
When da yit gon flurgin
*Yeeeeaaahhh
Unless I get burnout again or something, which would be very sad*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"Alright, Captain. Where exactly do you come from?"
he/they
*Invokes the ritual of no gibber burnout*
he/they
*Freezes*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*oops*
*time to uhhhhh*
*set gibber on fire :D*
he/they
"The high seas"
When da yit gon flurgin
"Huh. Interesting. Back where I'm from, there weren't really seas. Well-endless seas of sand." His tail stub flicks a bit, and he sighs. "I'd love to see your 'High Seas' someday. But I guess we're stuck here-this is death. Do you remember how you died?"
he/they
"Take a guess"
When da yit gon flurgin
*Burns*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*sets giber on water*
When da yit gon flurgin