//holy heck, someone who's played this that isn't me, wonderous thing to come back to

"the fact it's snowing in the dungeon is not lost on me."

//a friend of mine wants me to make a Bridget and just make her unapologicly northern British

"Wrong."

"Am I a bully?"

"I don't think you ever do."

"Yes but, i'm speaking broadly."

"Oh I can, and I will."

"You tried to steal from me."

"No no, your all doing this to yourself."

"Oh I'd do that now if I had a good reason for it."

"How amusing."

"Back to normal? I'm afraid I've not been normal for a long time."

"I see we're all getting excited over something."

Emerges out of the darkness. "Darkness is haunted."

//probably gonna end the event soon

"... a small crossbow?"

// Something truly awful about to kill my run but I smash my pc open with a cricket bat thus attacking them from beyond their comprehension and winning the fight immediately.

"... what?"

"Yes but what is one." he's from the 800s cut him some slack.

". . . . . nO?"

"Whats a gun?"

//a list of muses I want to make: Ranglvalder The King in Yellow Hastur Honestly any of the world of horror characters

"Who said I'm mortal?"

"Wrong go home."

"Well, you can take anything we find, I'm not interested in material wealth, just the knowledge here." The alchemist gave a shrug, picking up various bits and pieces and motioning for the other to follow. "I'm sorry to pull you in without pay in advance but, I am alchemist, I'll be able to tend >

"You might get lucky, they might be willing to do the work." He's still stretching himself out a bit. "well I hope it's not to rob me."

"Too many snakes on this place."

//sorry i've not been too active, muse collapsed awkwardly

//unironically i'd love to see some fellowship rp accounts

"Ohoho if you don't have the stamina for it, you might yourself a little lost." A shake of his head, "You really are persistent in following me."

//i love it when i return from work to see i missed drama

"Good, I'd hate to elaborate any further. Busy hands keep the mind at easy and all... and legs sore." Audible crack of his back as he stretches out a bit.

Humming, mixing potions, setting up a trap.

//damn we need more funger 1 muses

"It's... it's eh not like that," he shook his head rapidly, "D-Don't worry about it. more a stamina issue I assure you."

"No no, I'll be fine, its fortified my mind and I can hold my own with that alone."

"N-No... Not like that." he shook his head, "d-don't worry about it any."

"Cahara... Cahara," he repeated the name a few times, before he gave a small nod of confirmation to himself. "Oh if money is your concern we'll pay you in the treasures we find in Mahabre, once we get there."

"I eh... have been busy," he shifts a little, "Hurts to walk a little."

Awkwardly stumbling out of the courtyard

Staring down a pit.

"havenotteth"

"Ah I suppose not, the Fellowship has only just made its way here. Could you help me find them?" He'd then awkwardly standing there in silence before clearing his throat, "Apologies, where are my manners Jeddiahan, I'm asking you to help me and I've not even introduced myself. I am Nosramus."

"I've been there once," even in a younger state, Nosramus seems to have an unplaceable accent. "Tell me you haven't happened to have seen a wandering band of adventurers down here have you? A dark priest, man in armour with a beard, a poet who likes to whip himself, and a woman who can't keep >

//anyone else having issues with pc discord?

"Oh I am most definitely sane Jeddiahan." He'd awkwardly tilt his head, this dungeon is strange.

Normally, Nosramus would recognise him, however in this case he's just staring at him. "Are you... Sane?"

Confused blinking. Where did he come from?