Jason walks over to them, "Morning. What are you drawing?"
"trying to sketch Gordon, im not at all good"
"I think its fine"
he chuckles happily "you flatter me love," he says "his eyes become a dark shade of green "you flatterer"
Jadon tilts his head, "Your eyes are darker"
*me slowly adding evil sided kelipso*
As he turns to face jason, his eyes seemed to go back to their lime green normalness
"Huh, maybe im just seeing things."
*YES, join the dark side*
"I guess, im just tired" he said and smiled.
"Yeah, being tired happens alot"
"I guess" he stood up and smiled. Gordon walked over and snuggled against kelipso
Jason pets gordon and hugs kelipso
kelipso hugs back and smiles. "so whatcha wanna do today? hunt? bathe gordon for the 15th time?" he stares at gordon who gad a stupid look on his face
Gordon: BUT MUD PUDDLES
Jason laughs, "Gordon does need a bath, but i think we could also hunt."
BUT MUD PUDDLES
kelipso nodded, "ill go find towels"
"Alright."
Kelipso went upstairs to grab towels and quickly ran back down
Jason has a bottle of soap, "How do we do this?"
Gordon was hiding under a table
"we gotta find him first" he said
Jason checks under the tables, since theres not a lot of places a dog can hide
gordon looks him dead in the eye and whimpers as if to say "dont give me away to him! i no want bath"
He silent for a second, "He's down here."
gordon stood up violently and sent the table falling to the ground. he let out a seirs of whimpers and did what any dog who knew they were going to a bath would do. he jumped eveywhere to be unpredictable.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"D-dammit..." He cuts the body down, and takes her and her stuff back to the tavern "Everyone.... I need help..."
"Does anyone have a white cloth?"
Eddie walks over with a towel. "Here. Take this...Eight of Swords..." Eddie took out a rusted metal card and sighed as he gazed at it and then pocketed it. "That was my guy..." His fist clenched. "I didn't...How did I...Too. Slow." He muttered.
"Your.... Guy? What do you mean? Do you know something of what happened to her??"
"My target- the murderer who killed my friend." Eddie grumbled. "I'm a detective." He explained, then he took out the metal card and placed it on the table. It was an Eight of Swords. "This was the card my friend had before he died...the creature that killed him wanted it but I got it first."
"Hm.... So the incidents are likely connected? Are you investigating this creature?"
"Indeed." Eddie dipped his fedora slightly. "The name's Eddie Goodnight."
"Im Muscaszaar, Wolkarch of the Pride of Graxzure Rock." He bows a bit "Do you need to examine the body?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Jason walks over to them, "Morning. What are you drawing?"
"trying to sketch Gordon, im not at all good"
"I think its fine"
he chuckles happily "you flatter me love," he says "his eyes become a dark shade of green "you flatterer"
Jadon tilts his head, "Your eyes are darker"
*me slowly adding evil sided kelipso*
As he turns to face jason, his eyes seemed to go back to their lime green normalness
"Huh, maybe im just seeing things."
*YES, join the dark side*
"I guess, im just tired" he said and smiled.
"Yeah, being tired happens alot"
"I guess" he stood up and smiled. Gordon walked over and snuggled against kelipso
Jason pets gordon and hugs kelipso
kelipso hugs back and smiles. "so whatcha wanna do today? hunt? bathe gordon for the 15th time?" he stares at gordon who gad a stupid look on his face
Gordon: BUT MUD PUDDLES
Jason laughs, "Gordon does need a bath, but i think we could also hunt."
BUT MUD PUDDLES
kelipso nodded, "ill go find towels"
"Alright."
Kelipso went upstairs to grab towels and quickly ran back down
Jason has a bottle of soap, "How do we do this?"
Gordon was hiding under a table
"we gotta find him first" he said
Jason checks under the tables, since theres not a lot of places a dog can hide
gordon looks him dead in the eye and whimpers as if to say "dont give me away to him! i no want bath"
He silent for a second, "He's down here."
gordon stood up violently and sent the table falling to the ground. he let out a seirs of whimpers and did what any dog who knew they were going to a bath would do. he jumped eveywhere to be unpredictable.
Jason laughs and trys to catch them: Guessing acrobatics:31
*VTL, we haven't RPed together in a long time. You up for a convo IC?*
*Sure! I'm actually planning on introducing a new character rq...*
A small figure around three feet tall enters the Tavern. They are wearing a strange horned white helmet while the rest of them seems to be garbed in some sort of void-black material. Sheathed on their back is a long sword. It looks around curiously.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*VTL, we haven't RPed together in a long time. You up for a convo IC?*
*Sure! I'm actually planning on introducing a new character rq...*
A small figure around three feet tall enters the Tavern. They are wearing a strange horned white helmet while the rest of them seems to be garbed in some sort of void-black material. Sheathed on their back is a long sword. It looks around curiously.
*Yee!!!! Vessel has arrived!!* Kalnor waves
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Whistling. That’s what they all said they heard.. whistling. Screaming in their cells.. crying and shrieking, begging to be saved. From the ‘whistler.’ We never saw it happen.. not directly. But when the cadavers were found in the morning.. It’s not suicide that leaves black pits where your eyes would be. A red hole where your heart would be. Musical notes daubed on the walls.. dark and sluggish, the smell worse than the mortuary where the butchers do their work. We brought in spellcasters, priests, musicians, tried to find out what was happening.. No-one could figure it out. Then, a private saw the doctor. Said he had a complaint.. whenever he did is rounds in the prison, he heard.. whistling. That’s when the real panic happened. Before, it was just the inmates. Psychopaths, every one of them.. no-one shed at a tear at their passage. When a guard died.. it was a whole new picture. A grim one. Dozens handed in their badges. Including me, I’m ashamed to say.. Though better shamed than killed. No-one goes near the prison now, save a few fools looking for a thrill. It’s said whistling can still be heard, after hours, when the tours have ended. And more than one corpse has washed up on the shoal, heart and eyes merely holes. Even as my eyesight fails, and my hear stutters, I’ll sleep easy knowing - The hand that slammed the book shut was peculiar, to say the least. Apparently constructed of some kind of metal, yet with the same dexterity of a normal appendage, it was nonetheless unnerving. He stretched, his white hair nearly glowing against his purple-black skin as his red eyes watched the gently swaying chandelier above. His fingers played across the flute hanging off his chain necklace, itching to try. To play again. As always, he stilled the urge.. for now. He’d have to indulge again. Soon. But not now.. With that promise in his head, he fell asleep to the gentle whisper of waves.
When he woke, the whole ship was filled with corpses.
Whistling. That’s what they all said they heard.. whistling. Screaming in their cells.. crying and shrieking, begging to be saved. From the ‘whistler.’ We never saw it happen.. not directly. But when the cadavers were found in the morning.. It’s not suicide that leaves black pits where your eyes would be. A red hole where your heart would be. Musical notes daubed on the walls.. dark and sluggish, the smell worse than the mortuary where the butchers do their work. We brought in spellcasters, priests, musicians, tried to find out what was happening.. No-one could figure it out. Then, a private saw the doctor. Said he had a complaint.. whenever he did is rounds in the prison, he heard.. whistling. That’s when the real panic happened. Before, it was just the inmates. Psychopaths, every one of them.. no-one shed at a tear at their passage. When a guard died.. it was a whole new picture. A grim one. Dozens handed in their badges. Including me, I’m ashamed to say.. Though better shamed than killed. No-one goes near the prison now, save a few fools looking for a thrill. It’s said whistling can still be heard, after hours, when the tours have ended. And more than one corpse has washed up on the shoal, heart and eyes merely holes. Even as my eyesight fails, and my hear stutters, I’ll sleep easy knowing - The hand that slammed the book shut was peculiar, to say the least. Apparently constructed of some kind of metal, yet with the same dexterity of a normal appendage, it was nonetheless unnerving. He stretched, his white hair nearly glowing against his purple-black skin as his red eyes watched the gently swaying chandelier above. His fingers played across the flute hanging off his chain necklace, itching to try. To play again. As always, he stilled the urge.. for now. He’d have to indulge again. Soon. But not now.. With that promise in his head, he fell asleep to the gentle whisper of waves.
When he woke, the whole ship was filled with corpses.
*VTL, we haven't RPed together in a long time. You up for a convo IC?*
*Sure! I'm actually planning on introducing a new character rq...*
A small figure around three feet tall enters the Tavern. They are wearing a strange horned white helmet while the rest of them seems to be garbed in some sort of void-black material. Sheathed on their back is a long sword. It looks around curiously.
Steph walks over and says hi. "That's an interesting material you are wearing. Could I have a closer look?"
Whistling. That’s what they all said they heard.. whistling. Screaming in their cells.. crying and shrieking, begging to be saved. From the ‘whistler.’ We never saw it happen.. not directly. But when the cadavers were found in the morning.. It’s not suicide that leaves black pits where your eyes would be. A red hole where your heart would be. Musical notes daubed on the walls.. dark and sluggish, the smell worse than the mortuary where the butchers do their work. We brought in spellcasters, priests, musicians, tried to find out what was happening.. No-one could figure it out. Then, a private saw the doctor. Said he had a complaint.. whenever he did is rounds in the prison, he heard.. whistling. That’s when the real panic happened. Before, it was just the inmates. Psychopaths, every one of them.. no-one shed at a tear at their passage. When a guard died.. it was a whole new picture. A grim one. Dozens handed in their badges. Including me, I’m ashamed to say.. Though better shamed than killed. No-one goes near the prison now, save a few fools looking for a thrill. It’s said whistling can still be heard, after hours, when the tours have ended. And more than one corpse has washed up on the shoal, heart and eyes merely holes. Even as my eyesight fails, and my hear stutters, I’ll sleep easy knowing - The hand that slammed the book shut was peculiar, to say the least. Apparently constructed of some kind of metal, yet with the same dexterity of a normal appendage, it was nonetheless unnerving. He stretched, his white hair nearly glowing against his purple-black skin as his red eyes watched the gently swaying chandelier above. His fingers played across the flute hanging off his chain necklace, itching to try. To play again. As always, he stilled the urge.. for now. He’d have to indulge again. Soon. But not now.. With that promise in his head, he fell asleep to the gentle whisper of waves.
When he woke, the whole ship was filled with corpses.
Whistling. That’s what they all said they heard.. whistling. Screaming in their cells.. crying and shrieking, begging to be saved. From the ‘whistler.’ We never saw it happen.. not directly. But when the cadavers were found in the morning.. It’s not suicide that leaves black pits where your eyes would be. A red hole where your heart would be. Musical notes daubed on the walls.. dark and sluggish, the smell worse than the mortuary where the butchers do their work. We brought in spellcasters, priests, musicians, tried to find out what was happening.. No-one could figure it out. Then, a private saw the doctor. Said he had a complaint.. whenever he did is rounds in the prison, he heard.. whistling. That’s when the real panic happened. Before, it was just the inmates. Psychopaths, every one of them.. no-one shed at a tear at their passage. When a guard died.. it was a whole new picture. A grim one. Dozens handed in their badges. Including me, I’m ashamed to say.. Though better shamed than killed. No-one goes near the prison now, save a few fools looking for a thrill. It’s said whistling can still be heard, after hours, when the tours have ended. And more than one corpse has washed up on the shoal, heart and eyes merely holes. Even as my eyesight fails, and my hear stutters, I’ll sleep easy knowing - The hand that slammed the book shut was peculiar, to say the least. Apparently constructed of some kind of metal, yet with the same dexterity of a normal appendage, it was nonetheless unnerving. He stretched, his white hair nearly glowing against his purple-black skin as his red eyes watched the gently swaying chandelier above. His fingers played across the flute hanging off his chain necklace, itching to try. To play again. As always, he stilled the urge.. for now. He’d have to indulge again. Soon. But not now.. With that promise in his head, he fell asleep to the gentle whisper of waves.
When he woke, the whole ship was filled with corpses.
Cutscene end.*
*This exists.*
*Its dope*
*Thanks. I was wondering cause I posted it and no-one responded :/. It’s plot relevant, by the way.*
"D-dammit..." He cuts the body down, and takes her and her stuff back to the tavern "Everyone.... I need help..."
"Does anyone have a white cloth?"
Eddie walks over with a towel. "Here. Take this...Eight of Swords..." Eddie took out a rusted metal card and sighed as he gazed at it and then pocketed it. "That was my guy..." His fist clenched. "I didn't...How did I...Too. Slow." He muttered.
"Your.... Guy? What do you mean? Do you know something of what happened to her??"
"My target- the murderer who killed my friend." Eddie grumbled. "I'm a detective." He explained, then he took out the metal card and placed it on the table. It was an Eight of Swords. "This was the card my friend had before he died...the creature that killed him wanted it but I got it first."
"Hm.... So the incidents are likely connected? Are you investigating this creature?"
"Indeed." Eddie dipped his fedora slightly. "The name's Eddie Goodnight."
"Im Muscaszaar, Wolkarch of the Pride of Graxzure Rock." He bows a bit "Do you need to examine the body?"
"Yeah, that would be nice..." Eddie began his investigation. "WOAH!" Eddie backed away. "SHE AIN'T DEAD."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Whistling. That’s what they all said they heard.. whistling. Screaming in their cells.. crying and shrieking, begging to be saved. From the ‘whistler.’ We never saw it happen.. not directly. But when the cadavers were found in the morning.. It’s not suicide that leaves black pits where your eyes would be. A red hole where your heart would be. Musical notes daubed on the walls.. dark and sluggish, the smell worse than the mortuary where the butchers do their work. We brought in spellcasters, priests, musicians, tried to find out what was happening.. No-one could figure it out. Then, a private saw the doctor. Said he had a complaint.. whenever he did is rounds in the prison, he heard.. whistling. That’s when the real panic happened. Before, it was just the inmates. Psychopaths, every one of them.. no-one shed at a tear at their passage. When a guard died.. it was a whole new picture. A grim one. Dozens handed in their badges. Including me, I’m ashamed to say.. Though better shamed than killed. No-one goes near the prison now, save a few fools looking for a thrill. It’s said whistling can still be heard, after hours, when the tours have ended. And more than one corpse has washed up on the shoal, heart and eyes merely holes. Even as my eyesight fails, and my hear stutters, I’ll sleep easy knowing - The hand that slammed the book shut was peculiar, to say the least. Apparently constructed of some kind of metal, yet with the same dexterity of a normal appendage, it was nonetheless unnerving. He stretched, his white hair nearly glowing against his purple-black skin as his red eyes watched the gently swaying chandelier above. His fingers played across the flute hanging off his chain necklace, itching to try. To play again. As always, he stilled the urge.. for now. He’d have to indulge again. Soon. But not now.. With that promise in his head, he fell asleep to the gentle whisper of waves.
When he woke, the whole ship was filled with corpses.
*VTL, we haven't RPed together in a long time. You up for a convo IC?*
Chilling kinda vibe.
He silent for a second, "He's down here."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
gordon stood up violently and sent the table falling to the ground. he let out a seirs of whimpers and did what any dog who knew they were going to a bath would do. he jumped eveywhere to be unpredictable.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Im Muscaszaar, Wolkarch of the Pride of Graxzure Rock." He bows a bit "Do you need to examine the body?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Wendigo (sorry, I don't know what to call you), Alaric, please couldya cut that quote chain? Thanks!*
Chilling kinda vibe.
Jason laughs and trys to catch them: Guessing acrobatics:31
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Eye, eye capn'*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Sure! I'm actually planning on introducing a new character rq...*
A small figure around three feet tall enters the Tavern. They are wearing a strange horned white helmet while the rest of them seems to be garbed in some sort of void-black material. Sheathed on their back is a long sword. It looks around curiously.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Yee!!!! Vessel has arrived!!* Kalnor waves
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*...*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*This exists.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*you can call me lawrence. its cool*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Its dope*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Steph walks over and says hi. "That's an interesting material you are wearing. Could I have a closer look?"
*Yay!*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*What?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Me likey.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*Thanks. I was wondering cause I posted it and no-one responded :/. It’s plot relevant, by the way.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Yeah, that would be nice..." Eddie began his investigation. "WOAH!" Eddie backed away. "SHE AIN'T DEAD."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*:)*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Thanks!*
*Aye aye cap'n? Really?*
Chilling kinda vibe.