Wednesday leads the tieflings to Elendon Starguide, and sits on his foot
Elendon chuckles slightly, wings visible, but not his crown this time.
Ash waves to Elendon, kinda in awe of the god (although not knowing they are a god). "Who are you?"
"Elendon Starguide." For a split second, his crown becomes visible, and the faint aura around him strengthens before the crown vanishes again and the aura goes back to normal.
Ash stumbles into a chair. "I, I'm Asherah, but you may call me Ash... um... so... what are you?" They ask, before suddenly realizing what they said. "Oh, wait, don't answer that. I didn't mean to ask that, that came out wrong."
He laughs. "What do you think I am, little one?" He says with a smile.
"A celestial?" they say, suddenly a bit more neverous
He chuckles again. "Yes. I am A celestial. An avatar to be exact." He leans back against the wall. "And before you ask, no, I don't know why Wednesday here," He gestures to the cat, "Brought the two of you to see me."
"I asked to see their owner... so either you are a cat person or they are an angel." They state, the realization dawning on them
He smiles, and nods. "While I do indeed like animals, of all kinds, Wednesday is not a cat."
She meows, then turns into her catgirl form “getting more cat like by the day though”
The Stranger is sitting inside. Just sitting, staring at the ground. He grips one of his rods in one hand, running his thumb over the metal.
*Looks like it's you and me...*
Aricyra is sitting at the bar, drinking her usual flaming cocktail.
Bitrelyn is awake again, and still pissed at Caiman.
Iralias is back on stage, singing again. (Too lazy to find a song right now, lol)
Cold wakes up, falling sideways and towards the floor with a thud. He stands up and runs a hand through his raven black hair before walking downstairs. He has decided not to confine magic to himself and has no arms at the moment except for the leftover stumps of where they used to be.
Aricyra downs the rest of her cocktail, and heads upstairs. "What happened, brother?"
"Nothing just woke up" he said and looked at himself in the mirror "...".
She shakes her head. "You woke up rather loudly, dear brother."
Wednesday leads the tieflings to Elendon Starguide, and sits on his foot
Elendon chuckles slightly, wings visible, but not his crown this time.
Ash waves to Elendon, kinda in awe of the god (although not knowing they are a god). "Who are you?"
"Elendon Starguide." For a split second, his crown becomes visible, and the faint aura around him strengthens before the crown vanishes again and the aura goes back to normal.
Ash stumbles into a chair. "I, I'm Asherah, but you may call me Ash... um... so... what are you?" They ask, before suddenly realizing what they said. "Oh, wait, don't answer that. I didn't mean to ask that, that came out wrong."
He laughs. "What do you think I am, little one?" He says with a smile.
"A celestial?" they say, suddenly a bit more neverous
He chuckles again. "Yes. I am A celestial. An avatar to be exact." He leans back against the wall. "And before you ask, no, I don't know why Wednesday here," He gestures to the cat, "Brought the two of you to see me."
"I asked to see their owner... so either you are a cat person or they are an angel." They state, the realization dawning on them
He smiles, and nods. "While I do indeed like animals, of all kinds, Wednesday is not a cat."
She meows, then turns into her catgirl form “getting more cat like by the day though”
Wednesday leads the tieflings to Elendon Starguide, and sits on his foot
Elendon chuckles slightly, wings visible, but not his crown this time.
Ash waves to Elendon, kinda in awe of the god (although not knowing they are a god). "Who are you?"
"Elendon Starguide." For a split second, his crown becomes visible, and the faint aura around him strengthens before the crown vanishes again and the aura goes back to normal.
Ash stumbles into a chair. "I, I'm Asherah, but you may call me Ash... um... so... what are you?" They ask, before suddenly realizing what they said. "Oh, wait, don't answer that. I didn't mean to ask that, that came out wrong."
He laughs. "What do you think I am, little one?" He says with a smile.
"A celestial?" they say, suddenly a bit more neverous
He chuckles again. "Yes. I am A celestial. An avatar to be exact." He leans back against the wall. "And before you ask, no, I don't know why Wednesday here," He gestures to the cat, "Brought the two of you to see me."
"I asked to see their owner... so either you are a cat person or they are an angel." They state, the realization dawning on them
He smiles, and nods. "While I do indeed like animals, of all kinds, Wednesday is not a cat."
She meows, then turns into her catgirl form “getting more cat like by the day though”
He sighs. "Yes, you are..."
“Why sound so disappointed about it? It was only one cup”
The Stranger is sitting inside. Just sitting, staring at the ground. He grips one of his rods in one hand, running his thumb over the metal.
*Looks like it's you and me...*
Aricyra is sitting at the bar, drinking her usual flaming cocktail.
Bitrelyn is awake again, and still pissed at Caiman.
Iralias is back on stage, singing again. (Too lazy to find a song right now, lol)
Cold wakes up, falling sideways and towards the floor with a thud. He stands up and runs a hand through his raven black hair before walking downstairs. He has decided not to confine magic to himself and has no arms at the moment except for the leftover stumps of where they used to be.
Aricyra downs the rest of her cocktail, and heads upstairs. "What happened, brother?"
"Nothing just woke up" he said and looked at himself in the mirror "...".
She shakes her head. "You woke up rather loudly, dear brother."
A dark circle seems to form in front if a large rock. A figure wearing tattered black clothes and a cloak stands there for a moment. He holds two long rods made of black metal, using them like a cane. His hands look almost skeletal with dark grey skin. He glows with a slight green energy.
"The gravity here is different" he mutters to himself. He lowers his hood. He is, in the kindest sense, skeleton in features. His missing skin makes no difference. He has dark grey skin as he had been covered in soot. His grey teeth are grimy, he has sunken in eye sockets with no eyes yet he can see.
He grips on off the rods in his hand "Okay, okay, keep moving.... Keep moving"*
Cold waves his arm stump as a hello.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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She meows, then turns into her catgirl form “getting more cat like by the day though”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
She shakes her head. "You woke up rather loudly, dear brother."
*Hi, good morning everyone!!!*
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
[[ hellœ, Loki is feeding animals again ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He sighs. "Yes, you are..."
“Why sound so disappointed about it? It was only one cup”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He nods a bit in response
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Yo bro*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
[[ chaos trio ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Gosh darn it loki*
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
*Hi lawrence, how ya doing?*
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
Aovin spots Loki giving some type of meat to a small dragon. None that we know. Just a random small dragon
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*La bored*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Loki! You're doing it again!" Aovin calls
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
*Wanna rp?*
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
*Yes, I am RP starved*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Ok, who ya got rn?*
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
I got my new character, Cold, and etc*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Who's the new one?*
Aovin walks over to cold, yawning, "G'morning,"
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
* His intro:
A dark circle seems to form in front if a large rock. A figure wearing tattered black clothes and a cloak stands there for a moment. He holds two long rods made of black metal, using them like a cane. His hands look almost skeletal with dark grey skin. He glows with a slight green energy.
"The gravity here is different" he mutters to himself. He lowers his hood. He is, in the kindest sense, skeleton in features. His missing skin makes no difference. He has dark grey skin as he had been covered in soot. His grey teeth are grimy, he has sunken in eye sockets with no eyes yet he can see.
He grips on off the rods in his hand "Okay, okay, keep moving.... Keep moving"*
Cold waves his arm stump as a hello.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘