CherryBoy

D'Artagnan read over the piece of paper smoke cascading over it as he did. "Right" he said plainly stepping off toward the towns center offering little more than crumpling the paper.

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Tough question. My bias wants to say Giorno but in truth its Jotaro. 404 does not exist Josuke. Cool stand ability and swagger to match he is just under utilized.

Some of you know me as FemboyWrangler, most know me as cherry. I was dragged to the server by a good friend 2 years ago and somehow have not broken free. I'm a pretty open book so AMA or don't. Few things about me I hate rp, love JoJo. Spend most of my time plotting the downfall of man. Again open book lights out away we go.

WEEKEND OF THE INVITATIONALS Long has the need for entertainment plagued man in his pursuits to stay busy during the hustle and bustle of the realm. Many have tried to capture this moment and create something truly remarkable to little avail, and now, THE FORUM OF FLORENZA seeks to change that. Perhaps pushing stacks of paperwork causes your mind to feel as if it’s being SQUASHED CONSISTENTLY by a warhammer. With a fine view, open air, and a quality rolled cigar straight from VINO E SIGARI dragged within your fingers, that trouble is no more. Our invitational races are not the only spectacle to be had. The draw of the bustling Farmer’s Markets, live auctions, and holy church services all can be found within our special race weekends. All are sure to find something to spark their interest – they need only take a carriage down to FLORENTINE and gaze upon the lively scenery for themselves. FIRST DAY “The man has wares, if you have coin.” Stores are not the only means to gain good coin. In the golden lands of ILLATIA, the markets of traders were abundant. One could walk down a single street, and all in an afternoon’s outing, he’d obtain the night's meal, a tool he may need, and a new pair of shoes! Simple acts such as this also present a sense of community among men – a familiarity of those around them, something deeply embedded within the culture of FLORENTINE. Long have the ILLATIAN PEOPLES found themselves bound by a sense of loyalty and commitment to their fellow man, a sense long gone in the lands we inhabit. An army marches on its stomach THE PEOPLE OF ILLATIA have always been able to lay aside their differences in times of hardship and conflict over the warmth of a meal. FLORENTINE carries this tradition with the FEAST OF CHAMPIONS, hosted by LA FAMIGLIA FALCONE exclusively for the invitational Champions the night before the race – putting on full display the bond that can be sewn even through competition and providing relaxation before the main event. After all, nothing could be more stressful than butting heads with a rival in the Third Corner – right before a crowd, no less. SECOND DAY THE FALCONES serve only two things – family and GOD. Look no further than to the ABBEY OF EXALTED GOFFREDO – the very first structure erected within the city limits proves the family’s loyalty to The One Above All. Mass is open to everyone, no matter your nation of origin. Beginning at the earliest hours of the day, the Abbey is led by local believers who seek to make inside the church's walls a serene, holy grounds of respite. Those not spiritually inclined are encouraged to indulge in the festivities with the company of their kin. Whether it be a hearty discussion over a shared meal or enjoying a good book, let it be with the ones you love. “Are you not entertained?!” THE PARADE OF CHAMPIONS gives spectators the chance to see their most prized steeds, as well as champions personally, unlike anything ever seen before. To show their adoration for their favored champion, spectators are encouraged to offer a gift – perhaps flowers or coin, anything befitting of the champion themselves. The parade will commence near the city’s fountain near the bridge, and will span to THE FORUM itself shortly before the race, allowing spectators as well as the champions time to prepare for the main event. It’s lantern’s out and away we go The moment all will be anticipating the most – THE INVITATIONAL RACES. The races will be structured in a similar fashion each time with slight variations depending on small factors – the weather, the coming participants, and world affairs. Regardless, it will be a day of merriment, surely. An entrance fee will be required at the door for all spectators – save for the King and his Royal pedigree, of course. This fee will not only help with the upkeep of THE FORUM, but will be added to the championship pot at the end of the race. PENNED BY, GIOVANNI ISA BASRID FALCONE

An Illatian man wipes the sweat from his brow, as he continued the final touches on the Forum. "If you build it" he thought looking at the beauty of it all.

The aged Illatian man reads over the invitation with a cracked smile behind cigarette smoke. "I could use a good party"

The points about landscars are fair, however if not a free build type structure atleast stop gatekeeping region perms.

Do you think god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he's created?

Smoke cascades from the mans dry mouth as he strides through the busy Orenian streets. Pausing only for the warm feeling of a hand on his shoulder. The man ponders shoving his free hand into an open pocket continuing on. ------------------------------------------ A lone elfess sits in a candle lit room clutching at a long forgotten recipe she was never able to make.

The young Illatian teen glances over the invitation smile splayed across his face. Placing it into his pocket as he cradles a steaming cup in one hand the other sliding over blueprints and the like.

A young Illatian child vibes with his brother.

"Third time I've been stopped on this road" the man proclaimed to himself bringing the beautifully rolled cigarette to his lips. "Damned war will see us all poor and on the street this keeps up" letting out a scoff as he continued on his journey.

anyone wanna play a Rochefort?

A lone elfess sits in a wooded shack reading over the missive thoroughly. Moments pass as she thinks on thoughts long lost before the parchment burst into flames. Darkness setting on the interior once more

The man would quickly send a final return bird reading "Really? That's great. Two at nine? Perfect. See you then." Before looking at the woman in front of him hastily gathering parchments. "I have to return some scrolls." making a swift exit from his current location.

A well dressed Illatian man scribbles on paper intended for the bird resting on his window seal. Only a few words are needed to fulfill his purpose. Rolling the parchment up and attaching it to the bird as it ventures off to it's destination. The parchment would read simply "Can you take two tonight, lets say 9 o' clock?"

Basil my beloved. 3 years? Shesh what a nerd, touch some grass 😆 I just want to start off by thanking you for being you everyday. okay, okay questions, yes? 1. what is your favorite thing to draw when not doing comms? 2. why is Pru so perfect? 3. what is your beef against ATLA? 4. really like your art would love to know how to contact you for a commission 5. (goon stole my last question)

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What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?

I ordered goonart once and now I have financial stability, a loving partner, and a doctorate in winning at life. So what are you waiting for? Commission today.