the-faramir

[the-faramir]

ham-sune miku.....

[the-faramir]

The woman, covered up in an emerald-green elven cloak with the hood up obscuring her head, walked farther into the tavern.

"Oh," she responded to the voice in her head in kind, "I wasn't expecting telepathy, but I've gotten used to communicating this way in the past." Her mental speech came through clearly and controlled, without the noise of any of her stray thoughts getting in the way.

The newcomer pulled off her hood, revealing a shock of bright red hair and a pair of piercing green eyes that darted about the room, taking in every minute detail. Around her neck, she wore a snug, seamless, white-metal choker, in contrast with her medium-golden-brown complexion. She absently brushed a lock of her hair back over her rounded left ear. Her looks and her approximately 150-centimeter height indicated that she was probably a human.

"I sure wouldn't mind warming up! There's a wicked, icy chill from the rain out there!" She shrugged the edges of her cloak over her shoulders to release the trapped cold, damp air she had brought in from outside. Underneath, she wore flexible leather armor in greens and browns, a bandolier of daggers across her chest, along with a rapier, a fancy dagger, and various leather bags hanging from her belt. With her soft leather boots, she moved without a sound up to the bar.

A smile crossed the woman's face as she looked up at the barkeep and thought to him, "I would love something hot to eat. But, more importantly, my good being, do you offer alcoholic beverages here?"

The Search (closed RP)

@the-faramir

It had been a somewhat busy day so far in the tavern. The rain outside had brought many newcomers in. Many were just passing by and would leave once the rain was gone. Others would stay the night. Regardless, Sharcai kept his ears open for whatever information he could gather, knowing people carried news from many places.

The door closing caught his attention, and he looked at the female from behind his mask. Probably another wanderer. Regardless, he nodded towards her. "Come in close to the fire to warm up, traveller, and let me know if you'd like something to eat."-he said telepathically.

[the-faramir]

More sketches. I didn’t like how one of them turned out so I placed an inconspicuous and hidden piece of censorship to hide it.

[the-faramir]

Likeable Person Test

Midori took the quiz and was pleased with its results. "See? I'm totally lovable! Yeah, I can't be a hundred percent honest in this line of work, but look at the results!

"This is probably why I'm world-famous, an' everybody loves me.

"Kisses, everyone! MWAH! MWAH!"

Tagged by: @steel-and-fire

Tagging: Whoever wants to take the quiz!

[the-faramir]

So...many...siblings. Her poor mother!

More Picrew pics of my siblings!

Row 1: Haiiro, Murasaki, Zuzu (Mizuiro)

Row 2: Kuro, Shiro, Kiki (Kiiro)

Row 3: Nene (Akane), Jiji (Orenji)

Row 4: Chairo, Pinku

(From here) [I had to add grays myself.]

[the-faramir]

More activity from Earth!

Hey, I found another Picrew I liked!

(From here)

[the-faramir]

Alternate Universe Midoris

Midori exists in multiple universes. Here are some pictures! Bonus points to anybody who can identify them all!

(Made with Picrew)

[the-faramir]

Am I permitted snuggle the fox like an actual fox?

Midori responded, "Hey, at least buy a girl dinner first! Ha ha!

"Well, seriously though, I am the affectionate sort an' I do like cuddlin' with friends if they're the like-minded type. I get a lot of catcalls from strangers when I'm walkin' around an' they get turned away. But you an' I have talked before, so you're not a stranger.

"Let's get together sometime an' see what happens!"

[the-faramir]

(I followed @the-expatriate 's lead and did a Picrew for Midori here.)

In an alternative universe, Midori learned the Hybrid Form ancestry feat and can shift into kemonomimi form!

[the-faramir]

Midori closed her eyes and grinned widely, replying simply, "You're welcome! Have a great day!" She sauntered away, humming a jaunty tune.

Midori looked up at Pari, her eyebrow raised, and stated simply, "You intrigue me."

"Now, I don't know what to make of this, but.. thanks?"

[the-faramir]

WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

[the-faramir]

New Dragon Form!

On finding a roomful of undead driders lining up in a neat row in front of the double doors that Midori has just opened, she used her Dragon Form spell to transform into an empyreal dragon, a dragon with a direct connection to Heaven itself! A well-timed use of her breath weapon enveloped all of them in a cone of positive spirit energy, destroying one of her foes outright.

Oh, look. She even has a halo!

[the-faramir]

Don't worry. She got better.

Here I am again in the middle of battle. I've been hit so hard so many times that a stiff breeze would knock me out. We're fightin' these―what in the Nine Hells are they?―iron golem things that look like drow bodyguards.

(Image from https://app.demiplane.com/nexus/pathfinder2e/creatures/drow-bodyguard-golem)

Spells won't affect them. Even our weapons seem to be doin' less damage than they should. We figured out that they're weak to acid, but we can't do much with that. They've been coming at us with iron swords an', oh my gods, they have breath weapons! They breathe poison at us!

So, yeah, this battle is takin' a lot longer than it should. Zookdar's gotten knocked out an' revived a couple o' times.

Ugh! It really wears you down!

This whole Darklands experience is wearin' me down! Everythin's dark outside except for that green glow. An' I suspect all that radiation's doin' somethin' bad to us! We can't tell if it's day or night. We just have to rely on what's goin' on around us. An' there's miles of empty desert all around us in every direction. No snacks. No Windy's. NO TAVERNS!

I'm with my adventurin' party. My comrades. My carnie folk. But still, it's so lonely! I miss the circus! The roar of the crowd! The smell of the greasepaint! The performances! The cheers! The adoration of everyone!

I―I kinda feel like I'm goin' to crack under the pressure.

But we're so close! I think we're most of the way through this pyramid, this Xul-Khundur (which definitely has a lot to do with xulgaths, by the way). We should be facin' down whatever big, bad, evil guy is waitin' for us at the end soon. Then we can grab the aeon orb an' claim its powers an' get the hells out of this gods-forsaken underground desert!

[the-faramir]

[DYING 3]

Uh-oh....

Here I am again in the middle of battle. I've been hit so hard so many times that a stiff breeze would knock me out. We're fightin' these―what in the Nine Hells are they?―iron golem things that look like drow bodyguards.

(Image from https://app.demiplane.com/nexus/pathfinder2e/creatures/drow-bodyguard-golem)

Spells won't affect them. Even our weapons seem to be doin' less damage than they should. We figured out that they're weak to acid, but we can't do much with that. They've been coming at us with iron swords an', oh my gods, they have breath weapons! They breathe poison at us!

So, yeah, this battle is takin' a lot longer than it should. Zookdar's gotten knocked out an' revived a couple o' times.

Ugh! It really wears you down!

This whole Darklands experience is wearin' me down! Everythin's dark outside except for that green glow. An' I suspect all that radiation's doin' somethin' bad to us! We can't tell if it's day or night. We just have to rely on what's goin' on around us. An' there's miles of empty desert all around us in every direction. No snacks. No Windy's. NO TAVERNS!

I'm with my adventurin' party. My comrades. My carnie folk. But still, it's so lonely! I miss the circus! The roar of the crowd! The smell of the greasepaint! The performances! The cheers! The adoration of everyone!

I―I kinda feel like I'm goin' to crack under the pressure.

But we're so close! I think we're most of the way through this pyramid, this Xul-Khundur (which definitely has a lot to do with xulgaths, by the way). We should be facin' down whatever big, bad, evil guy is waitin' for us at the end soon. Then we can grab the aeon orb an' claim its powers an' get the hells out of this gods-forsaken underground desert!

[the-faramir]

Will it all be over soon? Will our heroes complete their quest for the aeon orb? Will they gain a level? Only time will tell!

Here I am again in the middle of battle. I've been hit so hard so many times that a stiff breeze would knock me out. We're fightin' these―what in the Nine Hells are they?―iron golem things that look like drow bodyguards.

(Image from https://app.demiplane.com/nexus/pathfinder2e/creatures/drow-bodyguard-golem)

Spells won't affect them. Even our weapons seem to be doin' less damage than they should. We figured out that they're weak to acid, but we can't do much with that. They've been coming at us with iron swords an', oh my gods, they have breath weapons! They breathe poison at us!

So, yeah, this battle is takin' a lot longer than it should. Zookdar's gotten knocked out an' revived a couple o' times.

Ugh! It really wears you down!

This whole Darklands experience is wearin' me down! Everythin's dark outside except for that green glow. An' I suspect all that radiation's doin' somethin' bad to us! We can't tell if it's day or night. We just have to rely on what's goin' on around us. An' there's miles of empty desert all around us in every direction. No snacks. No Windy's. NO TAVERNS!

I'm with my adventurin' party. My comrades. My carnie folk. But still, it's so lonely! I miss the circus! The roar of the crowd! The smell of the greasepaint! The performances! The cheers! The adoration of everyone!

I―I kinda feel like I'm goin' to crack under the pressure.

But we're so close! I think we're most of the way through this pyramid, this Xul-Khundur (which definitely has a lot to do with xulgaths, by the way). We should be facin' down whatever big, bad, evil guy is waitin' for us at the end soon. Then we can grab the aeon orb an' claim its powers an' get the hells out of this gods-forsaken underground desert!

[the-faramir]

@wayne-bruce-a-normal-human-man

Interesting. I hear Wayne Bruce was kind of a big deal in Detroit in the '80s....

[the-faramir]

Of COURSE I use em-dashes in my writing!

Also, I use en-dashes where appropriate.

someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue