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2 mos ago
Current No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.
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3 mos ago
Today is my birthday! I wish you all a truly enchanted day!
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1 yr ago
Arguing over petty details at times of dimensional emergency was a familiar wizardly trait.
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1 yr ago
It's my birthday! I wish you all an excellent day!
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1 yr ago
A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very different class of enemies. Gentlemen.
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Damn, how do you find such good pictures?


I make them with AI :) You could say I'm a bit of a prompt wizard (happy to take requests, by the way!)
You must like red. I'm not sure what gave me that idea but red just seems to be a thing for you.
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I guess you could say it's a bit of a theme as of late! I find that having a clear theme helps me with inspiration when I'm writing :D
@Bacon
Ozza, the bouncer, halted the party as they were about to enter the establishment by raising a meaty palm in their way. He gave them a quick glance from head to toe, as if taking their measure, then rolled his shoulders and stuck his thumbs in his belt. "Greetings, my lords and ladies, and welcome to the Three Tails tavern" he said, "We offer food and drink for the hungry and thirsty, and lodgings for the weary, for a very reasonable price. As guests under our host Zarethas roof, you're expected to behave yourself and stay out of trouble. And no fiddling with the maids and pages. It's the lady hosts say that goes in here, and mine. As long as you can abide by that, and pay what you owe, you're all very welcome to stay. Alright, in you go."

As the armored fellow walked up to him, Ozza raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn't move. Peculiar thing, wearing a full helmet like that in broad daylight and outside of battle, but Ozza wasn't one to judge. Every man has his reasons, after all, and he'd seen plenty stranger still in his days as a bouncer. Besides, his body language seemed timid enough, so there probably wasn't anything to worry about. Probably. "Vaskandar, huh?" he replied, allowing himself a small smile and quiet chuckle, "Picked you right off the harbor, didn't he? He's got an eye for that sort of thing, he does. Aye, the mistress should have work for you lot, if you're the type Vaskandar'd send our way. If you don't mind staying a while, I'll have a page fetch you once the mistress has concluded her present business. Have a drink on the house, why don't you? Tell 'em Ozza said so."

He looked down at his cudgel as Caleb complimented it, tapping the handle with a thick finger. "Aye" he said, "This old bugger has seen me through some rough times, all right. It's only fair I see to it every once in a while in return, right? You a fighting man, sir?"
Ryū doesn't sound like she has a lot of room in her apartment to stretch out.


You're right! Maybe I should add a bit about a secret room hidden behind the fireplace (revolving, of course) that's a cavernous "bedroom" with a big hoard of gold in the center, which serves as her bed :P

@Dragonydas Here's my character, for your consideration!

Hello! I would like to participate in this game. May I apply?
And there we are! The woman with the auburn hair is Zaretha (if that wasn't obvious). I will be roleplaying her if/when you make her aquaintance. The bouncer is called Ozza. You can roleplay him yourself in your posts if you wish, he's just a fun addition if somebody wants to add some spice to their post. He responds positively to Vaskandars name, if your characters remembers to mention it.
The walk to the Three Tails was not a long one, and the party arrived withing not half an hour. Paupers Square was just visible down the street, sporting what looked like a market of stalls and tents, with masses of people moving in all directions. Prince Talaris street was however interesting in itself, on part of its dissonance - on one side of the street, there rose tall and well-maintained stone buildings rich with ornaments and expensive-looking stores; on the other, shacks and shanties squatted in their shadow, most built out of wood or lesser materials, with a plethora of dark and suspect alleys leading away from the main street. People of all classes mingled in the street, but there seemed almost to be an invisible line in the middle of it, which the townspeople were reluctant to cross.

The Three Tails was, to some relief, located on the wealthier side. It was a beautiful stone building with a facade of dark cross-beams and white plaster. A pretty web of rose vines climbed up the front, giving the inn an inviting and homely visage. Although the time was still around noon, there seemed to be plenty of business going on inside. People of all colors and creeds sat or stood at tables and along the walls, eating and drinking and conversing, with maids and pages scurrying to and fro as they took and delivered orders. Moving among them was an impressive woman, seemingly a matron of sorts, checking in on customers and generally overseeing things. She was tall and strong-looking with a bakers build, long flowing auburn hair, fair skin and hazel eyes. Being approached by a trio of travellers, she nodded with a smile and showed them to a room in the back of the hall, where the four of them disappeared from view.

A bouncer stood by the door, wearing a sleeveless ring mail harness and a thoughtful frown. What he lacked in hight he more than enough made up for in width, having the imposing body type that combined obesity and muscularity in the same form - his arms in particular looked like the kind of tree trunks that'd put sweat on the brow of a practiced woodsman. The well oiled and rather large cudgel hanging from his belt effectively advertised his position of bouncer, an impressive ammount of notches on the handle and all, and he seemed to be quickly but thoroughly explaining the rules of the house to potential guests before allowing them inside. Perceptive observers would notice that while he sometimes initially turned a few people down, he would sometimes relent after a few coins passed between them. He seemed to be a man used to underhandedness, as he didn't seem to be all that nervous about it, or even hide it much. He shot the party a quick gaze as they looked at him, but went about his business just as quick.
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