It is a strange hell born of dreams, stitched and woven together seemingly at random, but with purpose hidden just beneath the surface.
It is a plane that is simultaneously safer and more dangerous than any other. It is a cold, dark, and very gentle place, and it is a Nightmare through and through.
Coming this October... The Night Walker Tavern
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It is a strange hell born of dreams, stitched and woven together seemingly at random, but with purpose hidden just beneath the surface.
It is a plane that is simultaneously safer and more dangerous than any other. It is a cold, dark, and very gentle place, and it is a Nightmare through and through.
Coming this October... The Night Walker Tavern
LETS GO!
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
*No, I'm not okay.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
*No, I'm not okay.*
*Is this hyperbeam or baalze?*
*Hyperbeam is no longer on my account.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
*No, I'm not okay.*
*Is this hyperbeam or baalze?*
*Hyperbeam is no longer on my account.*
*Okay, you feeling alright?*
*I am feeling cripplingly lonely and understimulated. I know I have to write a session, but I have incredible writer's block at the moment.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Dats a silly little video
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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"Are you sure we're the good guys here?"
It is a strange hell born of dreams, stitched and woven together seemingly at random, but with purpose hidden just beneath the surface.
It is a plane that is simultaneously safer and more dangerous than any other. It is a cold, dark, and very gentle place, and it is a Nightmare through and through.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
LETS GO!
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Hey who wants ice cream?
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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a
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
ICE CREAM FOR EVERYONE!
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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B
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Grrrr...
*squishes kobold in big hug*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rawrrr!
*Viciously invades personal space*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Are you okay baalze?
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
*No, I'm not okay.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Is this hyperbeam or baalze?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Hyperbeam is no longer on my account.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, you feeling alright?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*I am feeling cripplingly lonely and understimulated. I know I have to write a session, but I have incredible writer's block at the moment.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sorry to hear that*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
d
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
I'm back guys.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)