*I love that I made Jackson so hate-able amongst necromancer's :D. And to your comment Gamer_Thirteen, your about to get a new necromancer friend very soon mwhahahah*
*Welp, since Sharlene isn't getting any action right now, deactivating her to bring good ol' Nerima back!*
Nerima is happily hopping along some branches of some nearby trees. To someone like Jackson, she obviously reeks of death and decay.
Like wolf smelling prey, Jackson head snaps to the direction of Nerima
Feeling a brand new set of eyes on her, Nerima turns from her currrent branch to meet his gaze. She stares emotionlessly for a bit before giggling and waving.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Azazel goes out to look for adder, now carrying a goat
Adder looks up from his hunting. He smiles "hey there Az" he says. He was wearing a black trench coat, white button up shirt, and black trouser. He held a dead rabbit by its neck in a rather.... Sinster.. Way.
"Hey......"
Adder grins "what may I help you with love?" He asked, walking towards Azazel, the rabbit slung over his shoulder
"Wait wat?" Azazel asks, having not bee called that before.
"did I say something wrong?" He asked, now a little confused
"What you just called me......" Azazel tilts his head, "What did you mean by it?"
"I called you Love" he said, raising an eyebrow "and because I love you... Is that hard to understand?"
*I love that I made Jackson so hate-able amongst necromancer's :D. And to your comment Gamer_Thirteen, your about to get a new necromancer friend very soon mwhahahah*
*Welp, since Sharlene isn't getting any action right now, deactivating her to bring good ol' Nerima back!*
Nerima is happily hopping along some branches of some nearby trees. To someone like Jackson, she obviously reeks of death and decay.
Like wolf smelling prey, Jackson head snaps to the direction of Nerima
Feeling a brand new set of eyes on her, Nerima turns from her currrent branch to meet his gaze. She stares emotionlessly for a bit before giggling and waving.
Jackson draws something in the air, a sigil almost before looking away
"Look," Thirteen pulls out his sword and points upwards to the strange, swirling storm clouds above the tavern. "That's Feakor's mark. Emperor of the Shadowfell. I've resisted him for years and years, helping refugees not die. He's a gentlemen, but he's also a sociopath. And he will destroy us all with the utmost pleasure."
"He sounds nice, i'd like to meet them." Damien says
"HE'S A MURDERER!!!" Thirteen shouts. "HE KILLED MY FAMILY!!!!"
"No ones perfect. We all have our reasons for doing things."
Azazel has found a goat, and is watching it from behind the couch
Poppy is jumping into a portal
Damien is out in the fields, testing a bone golem
*i feel like annoying Damien today :>*
Jackson appeared behind him, watching him try and control it.
*Yay :D*
Damien seems to have good control over the golem, which is designed much like a giant snake.
Jackson watched through narrow eyes, both despising it and damien but also amazed what magic these days could accomplish.
After having the snake do a few rudimentary tasks, including attacking a scarecrow, damien claps, calling it over before patting its bony head, "Good job"
"The bones... Naga?" he asked, using his sword like a cane.
"Hm?" Damien looks over, "Yes, its a naga."
"How did you acquire such bones?" he asked, seemingly more interested on how then fighting him
"Theirs a mammoth graveyard a few days trips from here. Sometimes i can find humanoid skeletons, but for the beast parts i usually go there."
"mnn" he said, more sicken by him pointing the skeleton part. He watches the bone Naga for a second before turning his attention Damien.
"What?" Damien asks when they look at him.
"why do you do what you do."
"Gotta be more specific than that. I have a lot of things i do that people find questionable."
"why necromancy?" He questions bluntly
"BEcause it works. What other reasons would i have for this kind of thing?"
Jackson doesn't say anything but grumbles to himself.
"Everyone acts like me doing necromancy means i'm evil."
Jackson narrows his eyes "I never said that you yourself were evil, just the act of bringing something that is dead to life"
"So when a cleric does that, its normal, but when i do it its "Evil" and "Desacrating my uncle's grave". Typical bias."
'i don't approve of anyone doing it, Crazed doctors or Cleric's. Both disgust me to my core" he said through gritted teeth
"Why? Whats so wrong with reviving someone?"
"the dead aren't meant to be revived, Thays why its called dead"
"I prefer to call them deadish,"
"you disturb me Damien" Jackson says, looking at him out of the corner of his eye
*I love that I made Jackson so hate-able amongst necromancer's :D. And to your comment Gamer_Thirteen, your about to get a new necromancer friend very soon mwhahahah*
*Welp, since Sharlene isn't getting any action right now, deactivating her to bring good ol' Nerima back!*
Nerima is happily hopping along some branches of some nearby trees. To someone like Jackson, she obviously reeks of death and decay.
Like wolf smelling prey, Jackson head snaps to the direction of Nerima
Feeling a brand new set of eyes on her, Nerima turns from her currrent branch to meet his gaze. She stares emotionlessly for a bit before giggling and waving.
Jackson draws something in the air, a sigil almost before looking away
She teleports directly in front of him, smiling extremely widely. "Hi! I feel you look, so I say hi!" Her very much insane eyes stared into his with almost... knowing look.
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"Look," Thirteen pulls out his sword and points upwards to the strange, swirling storm clouds above the tavern. "That's Feakor's mark. Emperor of the Shadowfell. I've resisted him for years and years, helping refugees not die. He's a gentlemen, but he's also a sociopath. And he will destroy us all with the utmost pleasure."
"He sounds nice, i'd like to meet them." Damien says
"HE'S A MURDERER!!!" Thirteen shouts. "HE KILLED MY FAMILY!!!!"
"No ones perfect. We all have our reasons for doing things."
"He killed... seventeen thousand innocents... in his own army... and all their families..." Thirteen says quietly, his teeth gritted so hard that he winces.
Azazel has found a goat, and is watching it from behind the couch
Poppy is jumping into a portal
Damien is out in the fields, testing a bone golem
*i feel like annoying Damien today :>*
Jackson appeared behind him, watching him try and control it.
*Yay :D*
Damien seems to have good control over the golem, which is designed much like a giant snake.
Jackson watched through narrow eyes, both despising it and damien but also amazed what magic these days could accomplish.
After having the snake do a few rudimentary tasks, including attacking a scarecrow, damien claps, calling it over before patting its bony head, "Good job"
"The bones... Naga?" he asked, using his sword like a cane.
"Hm?" Damien looks over, "Yes, its a naga."
"How did you acquire such bones?" he asked, seemingly more interested on how then fighting him
"Theirs a mammoth graveyard a few days trips from here. Sometimes i can find humanoid skeletons, but for the beast parts i usually go there."
"mnn" he said, more sicken by him pointing the skeleton part. He watches the bone Naga for a second before turning his attention Damien.
"What?" Damien asks when they look at him.
"why do you do what you do."
"Gotta be more specific than that. I have a lot of things i do that people find questionable."
"why necromancy?" He questions bluntly
"BEcause it works. What other reasons would i have for this kind of thing?"
Jackson doesn't say anything but grumbles to himself.
"Everyone acts like me doing necromancy means i'm evil."
Jackson narrows his eyes "I never said that you yourself were evil, just the act of bringing something that is dead to life"
"So when a cleric does that, its normal, but when i do it its "Evil" and "Desacrating my uncle's grave". Typical bias."
'i don't approve of anyone doing it, Crazed doctors or Cleric's. Both disgust me to my core" he said through gritted teeth
"Why? Whats so wrong with reviving someone?"
"the dead aren't meant to be revived, Thays why its called dead"
"I prefer to call them deadish,"
"you disturb me Damien" Jackson says, looking at him out of the corner of his eye
"I disturb myself a lot of the time."
*TAGLINE FOR DAMIEN*
Jackson, with no G O O D way to respond to that remark, picks up his sword from the soil where it stood. He sheathed it back in its scabbard and watched the darkening stormy sky.
Azazel goes out to look for adder, now carrying a goat
Adder looks up from his hunting. He smiles "hey there Az" he says. He was wearing a black trench coat, white button up shirt, and black trouser. He held a dead rabbit by its neck in a rather.... Sinster.. Way.
"Hey......"
Adder grins "what may I help you with love?" He asked, walking towards Azazel, the rabbit slung over his shoulder
"Wait wat?" Azazel asks, having not bee called that before.
"did I say something wrong?" He asked, now a little confused
"What you just called me......" Azazel tilts his head, "What did you mean by it?"
"I called you Love" he said, raising an eyebrow "and because I love you... Is that hard to understand?"
"Look," Thirteen pulls out his sword and points upwards to the strange, swirling storm clouds above the tavern. "That's Feakor's mark. Emperor of the Shadowfell. I've resisted him for years and years, helping refugees not die. He's a gentlemen, but he's also a sociopath. And he will destroy us all with the utmost pleasure."
"He sounds nice, i'd like to meet them." Damien says
"HE'S A MURDERER!!!" Thirteen shouts. "HE KILLED MY FAMILY!!!!"
"No ones perfect. We all have our reasons for doing things."
"He killed... seventeen thousand innocents... in his own army... and all their families..." Thirteen says quietly, his teeth gritted so hard that he winces.
*Ya know what, FEELS LIKE A PERFECT TIME FOR CHAOS TO COME IN*
A man with wild back hair and fair skin walks in. he wears a dark red vest, white button-up shirt, black trousers, and black boots. His left sleeve is rolled up for a reason, the skin from that arm is missing, showing the muscle, tendons, and skin underneath all held together with a plastic glaze over it. He has wild blue eyes that can't seem to remain still as they dart across the tavern's patrons. His satchel is filled with books, scrolls, and papers of all sorts. He appears he hasn't slept in weeks.
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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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Feeling a brand new set of eyes on her, Nerima turns from her currrent branch to meet his gaze. She stares emotionlessly for a bit before giggling and waving.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You'll be safe with me." Theren says. He puts a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.
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"I called you Love" he said, raising an eyebrow "and because I love you... Is that hard to understand?"
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
"I'm n-not doubting that, but why are we heading to where t-things like that could be a problem?"
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Jackson draws something in the air, a sigil almost before looking away
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
"No ones perfect. We all have our reasons for doing things."
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 disturb myself a lot of the time."
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 teleports directly in front of him, smiling extremely widely. "Hi! I feel you look, so I say hi!" Her very much insane eyes stared into his with almost... knowing look.
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 killed... seventeen thousand innocents... in his own army... and all their families..." Thirteen says quietly, his teeth gritted so hard that he winces.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*TAGLINE FOR DAMIEN*
Jackson, with no G O O D way to respond to that remark, picks up his sword from the soil where it stood. He sheathed it back in its scabbard and watched the darkening stormy sky.
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
"O-ok, i'm stable."
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
"It reminds me of home...."
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"What does that mean?"
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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He patted her head, turning her around again so she could get a good view of everything possible.
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She stayed quiet. "I'm not sure that's v-very healthy."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Again, no one's perfect. And no one's innocent."
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
"Wow, its like we're in like.... the sky? I think?"
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
Theren looks very relaxed before saying, "I've never felt better."
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"Yes, that's what the elemental plane of air is like, nothing but sky and random islands stretching for Infinity."
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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.
*Ya know what, FEELS LIKE A PERFECT TIME FOR CHAOS TO COME IN*
A man with wild back hair and fair skin walks in. he wears a dark red vest, white button-up shirt, black trousers, and black boots. His left sleeve is rolled up for a reason, the skin from that arm is missing, showing the muscle, tendons, and skin underneath all held together with a plastic glaze over it. He has wild blue eyes that can't seem to remain still as they dart across the tavern's patrons. His satchel is filled with books, scrolls, and papers of all sorts. He appears he hasn't slept in weeks.
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