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3 yrs ago
If anyone needs help applying their clown makeup, lmk <3
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4 yrs ago
BC classic is going to consume all of my time.
4 yrs ago
Literally me on a yearly basis.
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4 yrs ago
Never ask about the children, Margaret..
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In The Wayfarer's Guild → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


@Cu Chulainn, @PrankFox , @Dark Cloud, and @Guilty Spark

”Yes! But is actually Tati’yana. You dwarf so funny!”
The Yanaski woman hissed out a few quiet snickers contained by her sharpened teeth. Her tongue pressed out briefly, now standing to boast her stature for all to see. The yellowed irises danced around the small group once again, setting firmly on the Dragonborn. Tati’s cheeks raised and her eyelids lowered as she squinted at the reptilian figure. Hawks was the biggest disappointment she had seen in her short time within the walls of civilization. The orc seemed to have rank, perhaps the soft-bellied townsfolk and pretty women of the guild turned him. But this lizard person had no excuse! A dress, a sheepish exterior, what a shameful specimen he was and Tati’yana made no effort to contain her disdain.

Her chest swelled up as the Yanaski sucked in a long breath of air, before blowing it out between her lips. The golden sights rolled in their sockets as she glanced away from the shameful lizard over to the giant human-looker. Something strange about that one.


”You normal look but smell like hunt!”
Tati’yana reaches into the tanned and threaded satchel which was strung across her torso, sifting her right hand’s claws into the bag’s opening and fiddled around for a few moments. Mostly it sounded like small objects lightly grazing against the animal skin exterior, but what was plucked out was a seed the size of her fist. To the large half-blooded man it would be tiny, but to her it filled her entire palm. With the seed in hand she scampered over towards Khol.


”Kata’zashari vik tal shhzhik.”
She spoke to Khol in her native tongue head-on, as the words spilled out she was expressionless. But once her sentence completed she beamed her sharpened teeth at the man before offering him an awkward curtsy before turning back towards the dwarf. Tati’s facial gestures remained warm and childish, fixed on the two members she had not been disappointed by. The small bird bones and painted stones bounces and jingled as she made her way towards Kothrias. She pointed towards the short-statured and bearded figure.


”Hemflenal.”
And confidently butchered the newly acquainted dwarf’s name.
In 🌺 The Shades (Now open again) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In 🌺 The Shades (Now open again) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In The Wayfarer's Guild → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


@Cu Chulainn, @PrankFox , @Dark Cloud, and @Guilty Spark

"Oh - oh - oh - oh! I am the called, Tah - tee - yah - nah!"
The Yanaski woman was not standing, but instead had her backside firmly planted to the floor with her legs crossed in front of her. Clawed fingertips seeped into the earth below as she scratched through soil, an idle canting of her head left to right as she glanced around the other figures that seemed to be grouped with herself. The reptilian eyes in her sockets firmly gazed at the dragonborn for a long moment, squinting as she absorbed the fancy details of his wardrobe. He wasn't kin, nor were their cultures very similar by the looks of it. Her nose wriggled as she clicked her tongue behind the sharpened teeth within her maw in mild disappointment. Tati's view then turned to the orcish man, looking up at him with the utmost curiosity as the last she had heard of the greenskinned warriors - they were much more primitive and barbaric. She clicked her tongue once again, her eyes slowly coming to a close and her nostrils flaring as oxygen huffed out in a sigh.


"Skret'a ashika'tata manta'la ventash sssski. . ."
She hissed out in her own language. Her upper teeth came down hard on her lower lip, visibly failing to contain her disappointment. The Yanaski's eyes slowly peeled open once again after the small fit, glancing over to the larger more human looking personage and tapping her index claws along the ground. A strange smell from that one was picked up from the scaly swamp-dweller, though to be fair, most people were strange to her at this point. Finally she would set her sights upon the dwarf, this race she was familiar with. Dwarves were sometimes permitted into the marshlands to bring tools and trade for some of the rare fish and herbs harvested by the Yanaski. The change in her expression was swift and sudden, eyes widened and seemed to have focus on the half-sized bearded man with complete ignorance of the others.


"Dwarf! Friend the of Earth Spirits!"
She had leapt from her sitting position into a stand, energy seeming to come from nowhere. Her hands stretched up far above her head with clawed fingertips outspread in some form of celebrative gesture. The Yanaski bounced up and down, unable to contain the newfound surge of excitement - and uncaring of onlookers.

In The Wayfarer's Guild → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Guilty Spark
That sounds like a him problem.
In The Wayfarer's Guild → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Leader of misfit toys is an Orc Boyfriend.
In The Wayfarer's Guild → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Dark Cloud
It makes you see pink elephants and tiny green men.
In The Wayfarer's Guild → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Drink tree sap with the swamp people.
In Grayscale : A World in Black & White → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Dr Lovecraft
On the ceiling with everyone, for convenience.
In Grayscale : A World in Black & White → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Day One

Location: The Heart of Madness?

A large spire of whitestone carved into a mountainside stood tall. The pointed tops of its towers pierced black clouds in a looming grey sky. It’s windows were stained glass with colorless depictions of lovecraftian goliaths consuming small cityscapes with their many mouths and tentacles. White lights would illuminate these windows so bright that even at a distance you would know - somebody was home.

“Someone has pulled back the curtain once again.” Spoke the tall man, cloaked from head to toe in a black shroud of thick cloth with small metal ornaments chiming around his sleeves and collar.

He sat in what seemed to be a throne room. A single large stone seat at its far end with a checkerboard carpet that sprawled from the room’s entrance to the throne. A large window of stained glass was at its opposite side, with large candle lanterns lining the walls as the sole source of light within the room, but the candles were blindingly bright. There was something else in the room though, but it would not be visible unless you looked for it. Above the throne was a dark spot, somewhere that the light of the candles didn’t reach the black-clad man. In that small abyss was eight white-glowing eyes that stared down upon the King in Black.

“A way out. A way out. A way out. A way out. A way out.” A roar of countless childish voices spilled from that abyss, along with the sounds of small chinois legs dancing along the ceiling.

The King in Black smiled beneath his shadowed hood. His ivory white skin in perfect contrast with his pitch-black tapestry, and as he looked up to properly regard the sentient darkness above him - locks of his long white hair spilled out from his cowl. The darkness stared back, the childish laughter warping into metallic scraping and the small clacks of stone, echoed and distant as if it were heard down a hallway. But then the abyss vanished, returning to a normal shadow above the king’s throne.

Location: The Closet?

Where were you?

You were somewhere else just a moment ago, weren’t you?

The place you were in now seemed to lack anything of much detail. The walls, ceiling, and floor were a matching shade of gray that played tricks on your eyes when you scanned your environment. There was a ceiling fan wobbling around as it spun on the floor, or were standing on the ceiling? There was a plain black circular table with five chairs positioned around it - and if you cared enough to notice - that was exactly the amount of bodies standing around in this strange space.

Rattling noises came from the furthest side of the room, opposite to the group of unwilling travelers. Some rustling around behind two wooden-frame white doors with the thin skits carved within - to allow what was inside to peek out but not the other way in. Eventually the doors snapped open wide and a formless blob of white gas, or liquid, something, flew out and towards the black table before seemingly assuming the table’s shape as its body. The [monster] would take this time to gather itself, before speaking as the table.

“T a k e . . .”
“Y o u r . . .”
“S e a t . . .”

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