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This sums up what it’s like to play with our crew LOL, with:

- Yours truly as Yui

- @leadxxr as Dwight

All DnD-Verse Muses

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Jeff Johansen - Vampiric Half-Dwarf Paladin : Oath of Redemption {Lawful Good}

Jake Park - Satyr Ranger : Beast Master {Chaotic Good}

Yoichi Asakawa - Kender Cleric : Life Domain {Lawful Good}

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Yui Kimura - Harengon Artificer : Battlesmith {Neutral Good}

Yun-Jin Lee - Tabaxi Bard : College of Eloquence {Lawful Neutral}

Feng Min - Gnome Monk : Way of the Drunken Master {Chaotic Good}

Rika Nishina - Fairy/Fae Wizard : School of Abjuration {Neutral Good}

Claudette Morel - Duergar Druid : Circle of Spores {Lawful Good}

Riley McKendry - Halfling Rogue : Thief {Chaotic Neutral}

@blacktalcn / Taurie Cain - Shadar-Kai Cleric : Domain of Death {Chaotic Neutral}

@nx-spin / Ji-Woon - Yuan-Ti Bard : College of Glamour {Chaotic Evil}

@condxmnxd :

Rin Yamaoka - Air Genasi Fighter : Samurai {True Neutral}

Sadako Yamamura - Gniefling (Gnome Tiefling) Warlock : The Undying {Neutral Evil}

Kazan Yamaoka - Earth Genasi Barbarian : Path of the Berserker {Lawful Evil}

Adriana Imai - Astral Elf Artificer : Artillerist {Lawful Evil}

@breakcut | MAKING MISERIES: MAIN -> Send 🌸 to give my muse a single flower and see their reaction!

@breakcut : "Do you ever feel like you can't escape it, that feeling of dread?" Riley McKendry ᠂ ⚘ ˚

The campfire licks shadows across the contours of the two women’s faces, the flickers bringing a much needed warmth. Reaching fingers of small hands do their periodic retreat, folding atop knees locked together under the skirt of her black work dress. Her attire suits her client relations job better than huddling around a campfire in the foggy woods, but at least something feels familiar. 

     Riley’s voice turns the older woman’s chin; a consoling frown and ever-thoughtful gaze follow. Dread. An unfortunate word for what it is. A sigh falls, a precursor to agreeing with her assessment. The tension lost in her drooping shoulder betrays the exhaustion of constantly strained emotions, emotions they all must feel to feed the Entity that holds them hostage ( at least that is what she is told ).

     “It sits heavy on the chest. The waiting. Always waiting, and believing it’s never for something good.” The outlines of a British accent are present in her quieted speech, lightened by her French heritage; one of the few Europeans among them. 

Jess allowed her eyes to grow wider, rounder as she heard the words 'kiss-and-tell'... Immediately grasping her attention. Any gossip was good gossip, but it was even better when possible canoodling was involved. "Huge you say? How huge?" She smirked, as she grabbed a flute of champagne, bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip.

small talk,    𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒.    nea's never been good at it    -    one of the reason's they tend to isolate from the crowd.    𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙.      "used to be."      she says,    green eyes not lifting from the bowl of hot slop they've manage to scrounge up for dinner.    spoon scrapes the edge,      "a few times."       𝑎𝑤𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒,    𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.     "hard to find paint here. "     ( . . . )      "you should eat something."