The tavern door opens as a rather tall person enters. Their face is covered by a hood and their body language indicates that they are nervous. They sit down at a table and nervously tap their wand against their leg.
The person looks at the doll and backs away slightly.
The doll advances a little closer and cocks its head.
The person falls backwards out of their chair and hits the floor with a thud.
*What looks the shiniest on their body?* The doll hops back a step.
*The ring they wear on their right hand* The person stares at the doll
The doll hops forward, and just when the doll is within reach of the ring, a man clasps his gloved hand onto the doll by the head and tosses it into a suitcase. He then reaches his other, not gloved hand, to help the person up. "Sorry about that."
The person flinches as the not gloved hand reaches out. He then takes the hand and stands up. "I-i-i-i-its ok." the person stutters. He keeps his face in the shadow of his hood.
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The tavern door opens as a rather tall person enters. Their face is covered by a hood and their body language indicates that they are nervous. They sit down at a table and nervously tap their wand against their leg.
The person looks at the doll and backs away slightly.
The doll advances a little closer and cocks its head.
The person falls backwards out of their chair and hits the floor with a thud.
*What looks the shiniest on their body?* The doll hops back a step.
*The ring they wear on their right hand* The person stares at the doll
The doll hops forward, and just when the doll is within reach of the ring, a man clasps his gloved hand onto the doll by the head and tosses it into a suitcase. He then reaches his other, not gloved hand, to help the person up. "Sorry about that."
The person flinches as the not gloved hand reaches out. He then takes the hand and stands up. "I-i-i-i-its ok." the person stutters. He keeps his face in the shadow of his hood.
"Are you sure? You seemed pretty spooked." The man is a little over 6 feet tall, lanky, and is wearing a business casual long sleeve shirt and black pants. "I am so sorry, again, about Squint."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The tavern door opens as a rather tall person enters. Their face is covered by a hood and their body language indicates that they are nervous. They sit down at a table and nervously tap their wand against their leg.
The person looks at the doll and backs away slightly.
The doll advances a little closer and cocks its head.
The person falls backwards out of their chair and hits the floor with a thud.
*What looks the shiniest on their body?* The doll hops back a step.
*The ring they wear on their right hand* The person stares at the doll
The doll hops forward, and just when the doll is within reach of the ring, a man clasps his gloved hand onto the doll by the head and tosses it into a suitcase. He then reaches his other, not gloved hand, to help the person up. "Sorry about that."
The person flinches as the not gloved hand reaches out. He then takes the hand and stands up. "I-i-i-i-its ok." the person stutters. He keeps his face in the shadow of his hood.
"Are you sure? You seemed pretty spooked." The man is a little over 6 feet tall, lanky, and is wearing a business casual long sleeve shirt and black pants. "I am so sorry, again, about Squint."
The person sits down and nods. "I-im ok. T-thanks for asking."
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
Theren comes staggering past Oval completely oblivious that they are there. He collapses against an opposite tree while breathing heavily.
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
Theren comes staggering past Oval completely oblivious that they are there. He collapses against an opposite tree while breathing heavily.
Oval tilts their head and walks over, crouching down to stare at him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The person flinches as the not gloved hand reaches out. He then takes the hand and stands up. "I-i-i-i-its ok." the person stutters. He keeps his face in the shadow of his hood.
"Are you sure? You seemed pretty spooked." The man is a little over 6 feet tall, lanky, and is wearing a business casual long sleeve shirt and black pants. "I am so sorry, again, about Squint."
The person sits down and nods. "I-im ok. T-thanks for asking."
The man takes a seat across from him and sets the case on the ground. "My name is Waltz, and I go by he/him. And you?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
Theren comes staggering past Oval completely oblivious that they are there. He collapses against an opposite tree while breathing heavily.
Oval tilts their head and walks over, crouching down to stare at him.
Theren looks up his eyes slightly misted over. "Who...who are you?"
The person flinches as the not gloved hand reaches out. He then takes the hand and stands up. "I-i-i-i-its ok." the person stutters. He keeps his face in the shadow of his hood.
"Are you sure? You seemed pretty spooked." The man is a little over 6 feet tall, lanky, and is wearing a business casual long sleeve shirt and black pants. "I am so sorry, again, about Squint."
The person sits down and nods. "I-im ok. T-thanks for asking."
The man takes a seat across from him and sets the case on the ground. "My name is Waltz, and I go by he/him. And you?"
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
Theren comes staggering past Oval completely oblivious that they are there. He collapses against an opposite tree while breathing heavily.
Oval tilts their head and walks over, crouching down to stare at him.
Theren looks up his eyes slightly misted over. "Who...who are you?"
"The more important question is are you alright?" They ask, their ear fins wavering back and forth
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
Theren comes staggering past Oval completely oblivious that they are there. He collapses against an opposite tree while breathing heavily.
Oval tilts their head and walks over, crouching down to stare at him.
Theren looks up his eyes slightly misted over. "Who...who are you?"
"The more important question is are you alright?" They ask, their ear fins wavering back and forth
Theren smiles weakly before grimacing. "I've been through worse. An adamantium sword wound isn't that bad. The problem is that it was coated with poison."
The person flinches as the not gloved hand reaches out. He then takes the hand and stands up. "I-i-i-i-its ok." the person stutters. He keeps his face in the shadow of his hood.
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*WENDIGO!!!!!*
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*Hi*
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!
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*Hello my friend :)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello again chris*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren is staggering through the woods clutching at something in his side.
My new character is nervously tapping his wand against his side.
Albwin is roaming the woods.
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"Are you sure? You seemed pretty spooked." The man is a little over 6 feet tall, lanky, and is wearing a business casual long sleeve shirt and black pants. "I am so sorry, again, about Squint."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*How are you??*
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The person sits down and nods. "I-im ok. T-thanks for asking."
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*gonna spin a wheel real quick*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ooooo. Fates*
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*lol, I have a NUMEROUS amount of characters so I'm picking which one I'm gonna play as.*
*thank goodness its Oval*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Oval was outside. They were leaning against a tree trying to make a succeeding attempt at a handstand. They kept falling over from time to time but kept getting back up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren comes staggering past Oval completely oblivious that they are there. He collapses against an opposite tree while breathing heavily.
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Oval tilts their head and walks over, crouching down to stare at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man takes a seat across from him and sets the case on the ground. "My name is Waltz, and I go by he/him. And you?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren looks up his eyes slightly misted over. "Who...who are you?"
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"Kato Stargazer."
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"The more important question is are you alright?" They ask, their ear fins wavering back and forth
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren smiles weakly before grimacing. "I've been through worse. An adamantium sword wound isn't that bad. The problem is that it was coated with poison."
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