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Current Have you ever had a dream that you um you had your you could you’ll do you wants you you could do so you’ll do you could you you want you want them to do you so much you could do anything?
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4 mos ago
I've just come out of an existential eldritch hysteria induced nap and running on 6,000 years of sleep
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10 mos ago
I tap refresh and wait and see, a flashing note, a reply for me. No new posts, just the same old screen, yet still I hope for what might've been.
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11 mos ago
"He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness."
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11 mos ago
Looking for a few people to help create a shared sci-fi universe. If that sounds fun, drop me a PM!
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Hadn't updated this in a WHILE so I deleted it. I'm Ducksworth, or Duck, or Duckie. PM if you wanna know more, yeah?

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@rabidbacon Amazing, can't wait to see what Bane gets up to! Little advice, Elves would be incredibly distrusted and driven out of any human civilised places, this includes half-elves. If you keep your ears covered it won't be a problem but hey, maybe you want those problems in the RP at some point. Accepted!

I'll do my best to get the RP post up today!
Culture is very open character wise but the setting we'd be loosely using would be based around English Medieval!
Jet slowly turned, his eyes tracking Aellyn as she glided past him, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit corridor. A slow, deliberate smirk crept across his face, the kind that hinted at a thousand untold stories. He glanced down, shaking his head softly, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her make her way down the narrow passageway, the flickering lights casting long shadows.

Then, he turned back to Fel, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You know, I think I got a good feeling about this one.” he said, his voice carrying a rough edge, like gravel crunching underfoot.

“It’s been a while since we had someone with some real grit on board, especially stuck with the likes of us.” He paused, scratching his beard with his metallic hand, the sound of metal on stubble filling the silence like a familiar tune.

Jet leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. “She’s got that fire in her eyes, the kind that says she’s ready for anything. Reminds me of the old days, full of reckless ambition.” He added with a wry smile, his gaze lingering on the spot where Aellyn had disappeared.

He then turned his attention back to Fel, his expression growing more serious. “we gotta be careful, though, kid. This ain’t for the faint-hearted. She might have the spark, but she ready for that fire?” Jet’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the possibilities.

The ship’s engines hummed softly in the background, a constant reminder of the journey ahead. Jet’s thoughts drifted back to Aellyn, her determined stride and the fire in her eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was different, somehow.
@Archazen

Flickering Fire nodded his head. "Today we have a couple of specials. I don't want to assume but do you also eat meat? We have a hearty beef stew on special today if you are interested." He asked not really sure what the kinku would prefer to eat. He didn't want to assume anything to make them uncomfortable.


Chatter chuckled softly at the question. "Yes. I eat meat." He paused. "The Stew please." he said nodding his head at Flickering Fire before walking up the stairs to his room. He sat on the bed for a moment and dropped his bag. It had been a while since he had an actual bed. He hung up his bow, bag, and shawl before heading back downstairs. He took a seat at a small table near the window and sighed, his feathers ruffling softly.
@Zoie Hart@deegeeWe're only three posts in and I'm already loving this. Can't wait to see where this all leads!
@Archazen

Flickering Fire nods and the magic quill begins to write on its own. It spells out Chatter and lists ranger as your class before the quill puts itself back into the ink well. A bright line shines from the book and it closes. As soon as the book closes a crest appears on the back of a metal coin. "Here you are. Keep this with you and this inn and any other outposts will know you are a member. Here is your room key as well. You are on the 3rd floor."


He took the coin carefully between two of his talons, cocking his head to the side, and held it close to his eye. He blinked twice and chirped, softly. An old habit from when he lived with his family. He tucked the coin into one of his many pouches and then proceeded to take the key. Chatter nodded slowly to the Tabaxi.

"Thank you~" a little sing song voice, one that he loved using with it's melody unforgotten. "Food, please?" He said softly. "Bag in room." He said, motioning to the stairs.
@Archazen

Flickering Fire nodded his head. "Well once you join, the room will cost 1 gold piece and that's food and drink included until the following morning at checkout." He said reaching under a desk and grabbing a magic book and magic feather quill. "I will need your name and what class you are for out records."


Chatter took another look at his purse. He rattled around inside of it with a single talon before flicking one into his palm.
He placed the single gold coin onto the bar.

"Ch-At-Ter." He sounded out. He hated telling people his name, people often just looked at him like he was just any other bird in the street, screeching and cawing.
"Range-r". With that, he tied the strings on his purse neatly and tucked it back under his shawl.

@Archazen
Flickering Fire looked at the kenku with a bit of a laugh when he asked if there must be a catch. "Well, come to think of it... the only catch may be if there is a super world-altering event we may call you to gather up to help save the world. But that has never happened and probably never will as long as we have people willing to adventure and help the world when they can." He said laughing. "My mother created this place because not everyone would take her seriously until she became the Butcher of Dragons. If you go to the museum in town you can see the skeletons of the dragons she killed. So she wanted to create a place where everyone and anyone could join. We even have a range of craftsmen working with us who make goods and supplies for the guild."


Chatter stood for a moment, pausing in his own thoughts. 'Cheaper. Safer. Museum? Save the world..?' His eyes faltered for a second before falling back onto Flickering Fire.

"Fine. Yes. I'll join your guild. How much for a meal and a drink? And room?"

Honestly, I had a huge interest in this but there's so much information that it's hard to say "hell yeah!"

I'm in the process of reading all the lore, though
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