...OP. It's Chinatown
➾ paranormal; monster hunters, occult detectives, a priest with a shotgun
➾ 1920s-1970s; what a (terrible) time to be alive
➾ *punk; steam, diesel, ray, atom, rocket, and whatever else
➾ faux-historical; bad history meets fantasy
fandom crap.
➾ Fallout
➾ The Elder Scrolls...
When his set concluded several minutes later, the grey-skinned elf lowered his lute, rose one hand, and began to utter a simple incantation. An ethereal songbird appeared above his head, and spread its wings wide and wider still, until it was collapsing outwards in a wave of pleasant blue and...
Skilled fingers plucked on taut lute-strings, the melody uplifting and fair. The Raven’s Rest was a busy establishment, flush with all manner of patrons. Through the din, the bard played on, only half-pleased with the coins the drunkards tossed into the bowl at his feet.
This was a tavern just...
...OP. It's Chinatown
➾ paranormal; monster hunters, occult detectives, a priest with a shotgun
➾ 1920s-1970s; what a (terrible) time to be alive
➾ *punk; steam, diesel, ray, atom, rocket, and whatever else
➾ faux-historical; bad history meets fantasy
fandom crap.
➾ Fallout
➾ The Elder Scrolls...
@Emeraude && @sspky
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Skilled fingers plucked on taut lute-strings, the melody uplifting and fair. The Raven’s Rest was a busy establishment, flush with all manner of patrons. Through the din, the bard played on, only half-pleased with the coins the drunkards tossed into the bowl at his...