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10 yrs ago
Current I am and have been busy, my apologies.
10 yrs ago
Any fellow delvers around?

Bio

Name: L J R
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Location: UK


Active around 7 to 9 AM and 4 to 11 PM weekdays.

Weekends are mostly free.

Likes:
Intellect.
Food.
Writing.
Long walks on sandy beaches, decorated with the skulls of my enemies, with nothing but the screams of the dying on the breeze.
Crappy jokes.

Dislike:
Morale injustice and things.
Closed opinions.


PM for a chat :)

Do be sure to leave a visitor message on your way out!

Most Recent Posts




@Overlord24

Just to point out, Zyrid is invisible and immaterial, he is trapped within the crystal ring which is hidden inside the keg on the middle shelf, which is in fact a mimic.
@timelord1101

That would be most entertaining. Two bouncers are better than one, as they say...somewhere, I'm sure.
@Alisdragon911@Overlord24

With its slender silver fangs the spider bit into the soft female skin and its venom seeped into the blood beneath. With a swift smirk and an adjust of his legs from their cramped position in his chair, Zyrid pulled the life from the spider knowing that it would most likely die painfully for its infliction.

Its essence floated invisibly into the keg and then joined with the ring, the humming raising in tone for a breath of a moment. Zyrid was yet to see the venom's effects this close up before, and so rested back into the velvet, prepared to enjoy himself thoroughly.
Nervously approaching comes a cart, rolling along the eternal path of blackness on four almost circles of wood.

Hello there...

I'm here to apply for the bouncer job.

Do you have a sheet I can fill in or questions you want to ask?

The voice emanates from somewhere in the cart, among the boxes and sacks. Within the forgettable crops sack beneath the burnt apple barrel sits a magnificent ring and within that sits Zyrid the Amiable. Upon his soft chair he smokes a long pipe and gazes around his vast library, he has tired of the universe and its knowledge, he thirsts for mortal expression and meaningfulness.




@Dark Light
@Alisdragon911

From beneath the purple slush, the humming ring that some would call the brain, retorted as a feathery mass shifted across the kegs surface, pressing against the cork and sliding along the outer rim. The spider web fell away, its denizen looking back at the keg one final time before spindling a web and dropping down onto the one that stood behind the bar - dusting.

As the twinkling silver spider from the Silverus Augus forests found a grip, the mimics ring shook and twisted, sending a ripple through the air into the arachnids diminutive brain. Zyrid, as that was the ancient mimics name, chuckled to himself from within the crystal ring, shifting himself into a more comfortable position in his chair. The precious mortal would soon learn to fear the famed Silverus Spider, whose bite would undoubtedly result in their demise.

Silverus Vigus Arachnid is a rarity on this material plane, one that imbues the blood of its victim with the elixir of Hilarese, the God of Humor and Jokes. Soon this fool would be laughing, and cackling and choking back the blood from their lungs as - no matter matter the strength of their want - they would not stop giggling until they dropped dead!

Unless of course someone happened to have the Rotten Rabbit Rank of Rurgal, the God of morbidity and Solemness, at hand. Zyrid doubted this very much however, though the back rooms have been filled with various specialties and quirks over the years. The Tavern had and still has a vast assembly of strange things, not excluding its patrons of course.

Zyrid chuckled at his own joke-thought.

Finally, pushing past the wishes of the Gods, mighty and demi alike, struggling under the many layers of time and space, the ripple met the spider. Freezing up as if dipped into the great white puddle, the legs twitched and the fangs strained tensing. Then, suddenly the spider was calm and the message resonated clear in its tiny mind.

BITE!
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