She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the abyss happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
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She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She walked over, picking up a dagger. "Then I guess if you don't need anything, I'll just take it. These must be worth a lot to someone..."
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She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She walked over, picking up a dagger. "Then I guess if you don't need anything, I'll just take it. These must be worth a lot to someone..."
He grabs her hand, "Don't even think about it." It sounds like there wants to be anger, & even maybe menace in his voice, but its just pain, tiredness, & confusion.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She walked over, picking up a dagger. "Then I guess if you don't need anything, I'll just take it. These must be worth a lot to someone..."
He grabs her hand, "Don't even think about it." It sounds like there wants to be anger, & even maybe menace in his voice, but its just pain, tiredness, & confusion.
She dropped it, pulling her hand back. "Then don't leave it in reach of me."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
It begins to rain suddenly, the pitter batter of drops soon putting out all the fires. A faint humming can be heard, as a lone halfling is healing the trees back to life. Eventually they come across Rāxern, enjoying the music, but frowning at the destruction
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She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She walked over, picking up a dagger. "Then I guess if you don't need anything, I'll just take it. These must be worth a lot to someone..."
He grabs her hand, "Don't even think about it." It sounds like there wants to be anger, & even maybe menace in his voice, but its just pain, tiredness, & confusion.
She dropped it, pulling her hand back. "Then don't leave it in reach of me."
"If I didn't feel like. . . THIS, I would probably used them on you by now, oh what does it even matter? Just don't take them."
She studies the daggers for a moment, before tossing the daggers at his feet, then running off in another direction to remain hidden.
Stealth: 23
"The [1gp]?" He looks around to no avail.
Zylna grabs the scythe, and throws it like she did with the daggers.
29
*When you get confident in your dice rolls. Watch, I'mma roll a single digit this time.*
*Sickle, same rough stone btw.*
"Welp, might as well accept I'm done for." He lays down, in pain, but not physically.
*Ah, sorry.*
Next was the bandoleer of flasks.
25
*nah its fine. So, when does you school end?*
"First, something isn't the same when I talk to flower crown person, then I wake up feeling almost sick, it only persists, destruction suddenly doesn't do anything, I see some big bone wearing thing with a fire sword, and now this." He says listing the stuff that's been up recently with bim.
*The 8th, might be sooner or later, idk for sure.*
A pebble bounces off of his head.
*Okay then, so while your here let's chat, since you don't have access to discord. What kind of music you listen to? I've recently been listening to metal, specifically Five Finger Death Punch.*
He just let's out a small sigh, tilting his head back to look.
*I've got a lot of songs saved, from classical to dubstep.*
No one's there, other than a small feminine chuckle of amusement.
"Yup. Gone mad."
That earned another small chuckle in response.
*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the hell happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She walked over, picking up a dagger. "Then I guess if you don't need anything, I'll just take it. These must be worth a lot to someone..."
He grabs her hand, "Don't even think about it." It sounds like there wants to be anger, & even maybe menace in his voice, but its just pain, tiredness, & confusion.
She dropped it, pulling her hand back. "Then don't leave it in reach of me."
"If I didn't feel like. . . THIS, I would probably used them on you by now, oh what does it even matter? Just don't take them."
"Fine. Weirdo." Zylna walked off.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
It begins to rain suddenly, the pitter batter of drops soon putting out all the fires. A faint humming can be heard, as a lone halfling is healing the trees back to life. Eventually they come across Rāxern, enjoying the music, but frowning at the destruction
He's just not even acknowledging the rain, but is now carving something into the guitar with his claws. *what form was Raphael in last time they talked? Doesn't matter if this is them or not I'm just curious.*
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
It begins to rain suddenly, the pitter batter of drops soon putting out all the fires. A faint humming can be heard, as a lone halfling is healing the trees back to life. Eventually they come across Rāxern, enjoying the music, but frowning at the destruction
He's just not even acknowledging the rain, but is now carving something into the guitar with his claws. *what form was Raphael in last time they talked? Doesn't matter if this is them or not I'm just curious.*
*Owlin*
Raphael waves to them, curious about the carving
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*sorry was catching up on discord, good now.*
"What the abyss happened over night for this to happen?" He looks at his hands.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You're weird, you know." Zylna spoke from directly to his left.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He looks over, "Hm, I didn't need my stuff. Also this still doesn't answer the other things."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She walked over, picking up a dagger. "Then I guess if you don't need anything, I'll just take it. These must be worth a lot to someone..."
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.
*Hello. Who is online?*
Raphael is making snow globes
Gwen is reading
Lysander is resting after casting a spell
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE3EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE3EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE3EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE3EEEEEEE*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He grabs her hand, "Don't even think about it." It sounds like there wants to be anger, & even maybe menace in his voice, but its just pain, tiredness, & confusion.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*???*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Pall! you're on, continue our R & A? Also gonna repost something with Rāxern, have a feeling Raphael might interact, or not, well see.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Blue, want to continue Annie and Rallien?*
Gwen teleports away
Annie is enjoying some breakfast
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She dropped it, pulling her hand back. "Then don't leave it in reach of me."
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.
It begins to rain suddenly, the pitter batter of drops soon putting out all the fires. A faint humming can be heard, as a lone halfling is healing the trees back to life. Eventually they come across Rāxern, enjoying the music, but frowning at the destruction
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*0verkill, want to continue Zynla and Lothair?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"If I didn't feel like. . . THIS, I would probably used them on you by now, oh what does it even matter? Just don't take them."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Elendon kinda already finished that for you.*
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.
*Ah, got it*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Fine. Weirdo." Zylna walked off.
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.
He's just not even acknowledging the rain, but is now carving something into the guitar with his claws. *what form was Raphael in last time they talked? Doesn't matter if this is them or not I'm just curious.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Owlin*
Raphael waves to them, curious about the carving
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now