"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
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"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
Elendon sighs. That much is up to you. Just remember that I haven't harmed you, or sent you on dangerous missions. Although, you may want to stay away form that person...they seem to be trying to make you fall, almost.
A hooded figure walks into the tavern. They stand in the doorway for a split second before quietly walking in, trying to avoid being looked at the best they can. They wear a Black cloak that trails down to around the floor, a long-sleeved black shirt with a alien scale like design to it, a mithral breastplate with the design of dotted stars engraved on it, simple breeches, and simple shoes. They carry a glaive that is sheathed and strapped around their back, a cane with a metal orb-like ferrule, and a large black leather messenger bag that was overfilled with books, scrolls, magical items and such.
Their face is hidden underneath of the cloaks hood and shadow so none of their face can be seen except for the glint from their eyes.
Lysander waves to them. "Hello, who might you be?"
They reach out a gloved hand as if they were about to hold on to something but quickly pull back. "I am Svan" they say in broken common.
Nice to meet you, Svan. Want to use telepahty?"
...Yes... please. Forgive me, my common is not the best.
It is fine. What languages do you speak fluently?
Undercommon, Common a bit, and this, telepathy,
Want to switch to undercommon or stay on telepathy?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sharlene is drinking on a couch, just watching things.
Wolfe has her head down on a table, holding a half-eaten bagel in her hand as she snores a bit.
-whoever for now-
Thaemrys teleports next to the couch, "Hey Sharlene."
She looked up from her drink. "Hey, whatcha doing?"
"I'm not sure right now, outside of checking on you that is."
"Why're you checking on me?"
"Did you get a concussion when you lost to that fiend?"
"Nah, concussions don't really bother me, even if I do get them."
"Well do you remember it & what shape you were in or did he beat amnesia into you?"
Sharlene glared up and her. "What's gotten into you? I'm fine, Skele-bird. Ain't the first time I took a beating, and probably won't be the last as long as I stay here."
"Yeah, 'cause eventually I'll do so." The shadow in her mask ends & she's seen smirking.
"HA! If you couldn't beat me before, chances are you won't be able to catch up enough to do it!" Sharlene laughs a bit.
"I get stronger you know. I'm not stuck at one power level."
"Neither am I, Skele-bird. If you get stronger as I get stronger, I'll always be stronger than you."
"Even if I work harder than you?"
She smirked. "Then I'll just work even harder myself."
"Hmph, can't let me have a victory huh?"
"Nah, you gotta earn it." She chuckled and drunk the rest of her drink.
"????" She looks at her confused, "How is working hard not earning it?"
"Earning it isn't how hard you work, it's whether or not you beat the obstacles in your way." Sharlene stood up and smirked. "And right now, I'm your obstacle to victory."
She puts her finger on the bridge of the mask's nose, "You do realise that's a paradox, right?"
"Screw paradoxes, just make it work. I never let what doesn't make sense stop me." She reached over and plucked the mask off, looking over it. "Though, magic seems to help with paradoxes, so who knows? Maybe that'll help you out." She tossed the mask back to Rys as she walked off to the bar, presumably to get another drink.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
Elendon sighs. That much is up to you. Just remember that I haven't harmed you, or sent you on dangerous missions. Although, you may want to stay away form that person...they seem to be trying to make you fall, almost.
Okay... Just maybe I can help them. Something must of convinced them
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"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
"Okay, just wanted to be sure... So what are you going to do after the snack?" They say, petting the closest dog
"I plan on weaving a bit"
"Ooo, can I help? I would love to learn."
"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
Raphael looks on in wonder. "Cool, where did you get them? If I may ask."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A hooded figure walks into the tavern. They stand in the doorway for a split second before quietly walking in, trying to avoid being looked at the best they can. They wear a Black cloak that trails down to around the floor, a long-sleeved black shirt with a alien scale like design to it, a mithral breastplate with the design of dotted stars engraved on it, simple breeches, and simple shoes. They carry a glaive that is sheathed and strapped around their back, a cane with a metal orb-like ferrule, and a large black leather messenger bag that was overfilled with books, scrolls, magical items and such.
Their face is hidden underneath of the cloaks hood and shadow so none of their face can be seen except for the glint from their eyes.
Lysander waves to them. "Hello, who might you be?"
They reach out a gloved hand as if they were about to hold on to something but quickly pull back. "I am Svan" they say in broken common.
Nice to meet you, Svan. Want to use telepahty?"
...Yes... please. Forgive me, my common is not the best.
It is fine. What languages do you speak fluently?
Undercommon, Common a bit, and this, telepathy,
Want to switch to undercommon or stay on telepathy?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
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"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
"Come back when you find truth."
"And which truth would that be? There are a lot to find."
"The truth on the only topic we've been on."
"Oh... well there is still a lot of things about gods that are true."
She stays silent. *and move on to the other Infernus & Raphael interaction.*
"Okay, just wanted to be sure... So what are you going to do after the snack?" They say, petting the closest dog
"I plan on weaving a bit"
"Ooo, can I help? I would love to learn."
"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
Raphael looks on in wonder. "Cool, where did you get them? If I may ask."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
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A hooded figure walks into the tavern. They stand in the doorway for a split second before quietly walking in, trying to avoid being looked at the best they can. They wear a Black cloak that trails down to around the floor, a long-sleeved black shirt with a alien scale like design to it, a mithral breastplate with the design of dotted stars engraved on it, simple breeches, and simple shoes. They carry a glaive that is sheathed and strapped around their back, a cane with a metal orb-like ferrule, and a large black leather messenger bag that was overfilled with books, scrolls, magical items and such.
Their face is hidden underneath of the cloaks hood and shadow so none of their face can be seen except for the glint from their eyes.
Lysander waves to them. "Hello, who might you be?"
They reach out a gloved hand as if they were about to hold on to something but quickly pull back. "I am Svan" they say in broken common.
Nice to meet you, Svan. Want to use telepahty?"
...Yes... please. Forgive me, my common is not the best.
It is fine. What languages do you speak fluently?
Undercommon, Common a bit, and this, telepathy,
Want to switch to undercommon or stay on telepathy?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
"Well of course. They are a product of those that worship them, and not all worshipers are good."
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"Okay, just wanted to be sure... So what are you going to do after the snack?" They say, petting the closest dog
"I plan on weaving a bit"
"Ooo, can I help? I would love to learn."
"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
Raphael looks on in wonder. "Cool, where did you get them? If I may ask."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Okay, just wanted to be sure... So what are you going to do after the snack?" They say, petting the closest dog
"I plan on weaving a bit"
"Ooo, can I help? I would love to learn."
"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
Raphael looks on in wonder. "Cool, where did you get them? If I may ask."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
"Nice. So why are you here and not there?"
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A hooded figure walks into the tavern. They stand in the doorway for a split second before quietly walking in, trying to avoid being looked at the best they can. They wear a Black cloak that trails down to around the floor, a long-sleeved black shirt with a alien scale like design to it, a mithral breastplate with the design of dotted stars engraved on it, simple breeches, and simple shoes. They carry a glaive that is sheathed and strapped around their back, a cane with a metal orb-like ferrule, and a large black leather messenger bag that was overfilled with books, scrolls, magical items and such.
Their face is hidden underneath of the cloaks hood and shadow so none of their face can be seen except for the glint from their eyes.
Lysander waves to them. "Hello, who might you be?"
They reach out a gloved hand as if they were about to hold on to something but quickly pull back. "I am Svan" they say in broken common.
Nice to meet you, Svan. Want to use telepahty?"
...Yes... please. Forgive me, my common is not the best.
It is fine. What languages do you speak fluently?
Undercommon, Common a bit, and this, telepathy,
Want to switch to undercommon or stay on telepathy?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
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Sharlene is drinking on a couch, just watching things.
Wolfe has her head down on a table, holding a half-eaten bagel in her hand as she snores a bit.
-whoever for now-
Thaemrys teleports next to the couch, "Hey Sharlene."
She looked up from her drink. "Hey, whatcha doing?"
"I'm not sure right now, outside of checking on you that is."
"Why're you checking on me?"
"Did you get a concussion when you lost to that fiend?"
"Nah, concussions don't really bother me, even if I do get them."
"Well do you remember it & what shape you were in or did he beat amnesia into you?"
Sharlene glared up and her. "What's gotten into you? I'm fine, Skele-bird. Ain't the first time I took a beating, and probably won't be the last as long as I stay here."
"Yeah, 'cause eventually I'll do so." The shadow in her mask ends & she's seen smirking.
"HA! If you couldn't beat me before, chances are you won't be able to catch up enough to do it!" Sharlene laughs a bit.
"I get stronger you know. I'm not stuck at one power level."
"Neither am I, Skele-bird. If you get stronger as I get stronger, I'll always be stronger than you."
"Even if I work harder than you?"
She smirked. "Then I'll just work even harder myself."
"Hmph, can't let me have a victory huh?"
"Nah, you gotta earn it." She chuckled and drunk the rest of her drink.
"????" She looks at her confused, "How is working hard not earning it?"
"Earning it isn't how hard you work, it's whether or not you beat the obstacles in your way." Sharlene stood up and smirked. "And right now, I'm your obstacle to victory."
She puts her finger on the bridge of the mask's nose, "You do realise that's a paradox, right?"
"Screw paradoxes, just make it work. I never let what doesn't make sense stop me." She reached over and plucked the mask off, looking over it. "Though, magic seems to help with paradoxes, so who knows? Maybe that'll help you out." She tossed the mask back to Rys as she walked off to the bar, presumably to get another drink.
She puts it back on, "Can you not just take off my mask like that? At least not when there are this many people nearby."
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
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Elendon sighs. That much is up to you. Just remember that I haven't harmed you, or sent you on dangerous missions. Although, you may want to stay away form that person...they seem to be trying to make you fall, almost.
He returns the smile, though its a bit more rigid, "You seemed to have gotten in an argument with someone." He says, sitting across from her
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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
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Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Screw paradoxes, just make it work. I never let what doesn't make sense stop me." She reached over and plucked the mask off, looking over it. "Though, magic seems to help with paradoxes, so who knows? Maybe that'll help you out." She tossed the mask back to Rys as she walked off to the bar, presumably to get another drink.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Okay... Just maybe I can help them. Something must of convinced them
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"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yes" she said "a human thing"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hazel is a bit more open with her identity now, not hiding her drow heritage
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
She stays silent. *and move on to the other Infernus & Raphael interaction.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
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It nods its head shyly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well of course. They are a product of those that worship them, and not all worshipers are good."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nice. So why are you here and not there?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She puts it back on, "Can you not just take off my mask like that? At least not when there are this many people nearby."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.