The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*Which character should I have interact?*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
Thaemrys thinks a moment before walking up to them, at a fair pace.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Sik tilts his head, "Egg?"
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
Doing good.
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 guess."
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
-clears throat-
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You want to go first or me?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
When shall they hatch?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She nods.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*Which character should I have interact?*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
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
"You can ask first i guess" She mumbles
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
Thaemrys thinks a moment before walking up to them, at a fair pace.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
I'm not sure.
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