Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
"I will send you straight to the Hells if you keep that up." Spawn threatens.
"I've lived through hell already, I don't care." She still pokes his leg. "Answer my questions."
"It wasn't really an illusion. I have no idea why the fire did what it did. I was trying to pretend to be Morbius convincingly and I watched him do it a few times. I have no idea what language he sings in either. I am Hellspawn, or Spawn for short. Marked for the Hunt is a saying in the organization Morbius Bane is apart of- again, I was trying to be convincing."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
(I don't know where spawn is during this, since azazek is also talking to him.... can soawn cloan himself?)
Azazel picks up the goblin, "Um....hello?"
*Geographically, it may or may not be similar, but because I find this funny, I'll allow it*
Zylna stares into his eyes. "Put me down if you value your hands."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Stroth chuckled "There he is" he said and looked at the raven "Mavwall" he said. He flicked his own wrist, a small dagger slide out of his sleeve and into his palm.
Morbius stands at the ready. The adamantine longsword stays poised on Stroth's throat while Morbius draws another sword. This one has a crest on the hilt that looks like a dragon's head eating a sun.
"Get rid of it. Or I will."
"And i suggest you remove that thing from my throat before something terrible happens" he said.
*Investigation and preception roll please*
*Inves: 20 Percp: 30*
"No." Morbius says simply. "No, I don't think I will. Not until you get rid of the bird."
He notices that the Raven is gone suddenly. He also notices faint glowing veins on the inside of Stroths neck and the inside palm of his hands, similar to the flower earlier. he chuckles to himself "It seems he is already gone".
Morbius sighs and sheathes his sword, but the first one is still held at Stroth's throat. "I suggest you start praying to whoever you believe in..."
Morbius' form dissipates into Spawn and the swords all disappear. It was never Morbius to begin to with, only and always Spawn.
"Because you're not going to like where you're going when I'm through with you."
"Oh boy, a demon, terrific" he said, looking rather calm for this. He looks down at his leg and curses "Blast, one of those thorns stabbed me, oh well.." he said and stretched "Do you go around killing everyone you meet or is special?"
"Not a Demon." Spawn corrects. "And yes. Yes, I do." Spawn's eyes begin bellowing smoke and the world seems to go darker and darker.
*Make an INT saving throw.*
12
"I don't care if you are demon, angel, gibbering mouth or even a owl bear, I'm tired, i would like to get back to my studies and drink a cup of rose tea" he said
"Say hello to Zariel, if you get the chance."
Stroth is sent to Avernus.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
"I will send you straight to the Hells if you keep that up." Spawn threatens.
"I've lived through hell already, I don't care." She still pokes his leg. "Answer my questions."
"It wasn't really an illusion. I have no idea why the fire did what it did. I was trying to pretend to be Morbius convincingly and I watched him do it a few times. I have no idea what language he sings in either. I am Hellspawn, or Spawn for short. Marked for the Hunt is a saying in the organization Morbius Bane is apart of- again, I was trying to be convincing."
"I don't know a Morbius, so I can't say if it was convincing or not." She stops poking his leg. "Can I sit on your shoulder? My legs are tired."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
(I don't know where spawn is during this, since azazek is also talking to him.... can soawn cloan himself?)
Azazel picks up the goblin, "Um....hello?"
*Geographically, it may or may not be similar, but because I find this funny, I'll allow it*
Zylna stares into his eyes. "Put me down if you value your hands."
"I don't value much of me." Azazel says, "What are you?"
*Gooood morning! Its raining where i am, and i love it :D*
Poppy is talking to the ring, now in the main room instead of the hatched room
Azazel is wrapping his hand in a bandage, blood starting to stain the bandage, "Freaking forest...."
Avery is out in the rain, sitting on a box to stay out of the mud
Spawn appears next to Azazel. "What did you do to my forest?"
"First, its not your forest. Second, i didn't do anything. Something sharp was stuck in the ground, and i fell."
"It's my forest." Spawn makes a short gesture to a kit-bashed sign that says SPAWN'S FORESTin rugged red letters.
"I'm going to choose to ignore that."
"Then I have the right to eat your liver." Spawn grumbles.
"If you eat my liver you'll be arreseted."
"I'll eat their livers, too."
"No, you'll likely get tazed."
"Nothing can render me from my goal. Except a tiny bit of morals I keep locked away in the deepest darkest corners of my soul."
"You should use morals, it'll be better for you."
"I have to disagree. Sometimes, in order to achieve what you want, you need to do what's necessary."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
(I don't know where spawn is during this, since azazek is also talking to him.... can soawn cloan himself?)
Azazel picks up the goblin, "Um....hello?"
*Geographically, it may or may not be similar, but because I find this funny, I'll allow it*
Zylna stares into his eyes. "Put me down if you value your hands."
"I don't value much of me." Azazel says, "What are you?"
"I'm a goblin." She draws a couple daggers from her cloak. "Last chance..."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
"I will send you straight to the Hells if you keep that up." Spawn threatens.
"I've lived through hell already, I don't care." She still pokes his leg. "Answer my questions."
"It wasn't really an illusion. I have no idea why the fire did what it did. I was trying to pretend to be Morbius convincingly and I watched him do it a few times. I have no idea what language he sings in either. I am Hellspawn, or Spawn for short. Marked for the Hunt is a saying in the organization Morbius Bane is apart of- again, I was trying to be convincing."
"I don't know a Morbius, so I can't say if it was convincing or not." She stops poking his leg. "Can I sit on your shoulder? My legs are tired."
"I will rip you in half and make you watch me eat your insides until your adrenaline finally gives up and your soul is sent to the Hells to be tortured for the rest of your miserable afterlife."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
"I will send you straight to the Hells if you keep that up." Spawn threatens.
"I've lived through hell already, I don't care." She still pokes his leg. "Answer my questions."
"It wasn't really an illusion. I have no idea why the fire did what it did. I was trying to pretend to be Morbius convincingly and I watched him do it a few times. I have no idea what language he sings in either. I am Hellspawn, or Spawn for short. Marked for the Hunt is a saying in the organization Morbius Bane is apart of- again, I was trying to be convincing."
"I don't know a Morbius, so I can't say if it was convincing or not." She stops poking his leg. "Can I sit on your shoulder? My legs are tired."
"I will rip you in half and make you watch me eat your insides until your adrenaline finally gives up and your soul is sent to the Hells to be tortured for the rest of your miserable afterlife."
Both of you find Morbius Bane sitting by a magical bon fire. He's singing a solemn tune in an ancient tongue that makes the flames dance and take the shapes of warriors fighting monsters of all sorts. If you're clever enough, you can tell this is a story, the fire reflecting the lyrics.
The raven crows slightly "This one could be useful, talk to him Stroth" it commanded. Stroth, against his own will, walked up to Morbius.
When you get close, the mirage disappears. There wasn't a fire and Morbius is gone, but the singing continues to ring throughout the forest like an ominous echo.
"Ah, Blast it" the Raven said and hopped off his shoulder "I was hoping to meet your friend". Stroth rolled his orange eyes "the world could do with a lot less people on it" he said and walked back to the tavern.
Zylna continues following, her mind wandering back to how the fire looked.
From seemingly nowhere, a floating blade holds itself at Stroth's throat.
Morbius emerges from the shadows. "Who's the bird?"
Zylna chuckles. "Oh, it's you again. Hey, what was with the fire?"
She walks up to his leg and starts poking it. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What was with the fire and the song?"
"Simple illusion. Now get out of here. You aren't marked for the hunt."
"No, I can do what I want." She continues to poke his leg. "What was the point of making the illusion so intricate? Why were you singing? Who are you? What is 'marked for the hunt'?"
Even after the change, she continues to poke his leg. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey..."
*Btw if I remember correctly, you once said Spawn can feel emotions or something deep like that, then Spawn should be getting a [1gp] ton of hatred and anger inside of Zylna.*
(I don't know where spawn is during this, since azazek is also talking to him.... can soawn cloan himself?)
Azazel picks up the goblin, "Um....hello?"
*Geographically, it may or may not be similar, but because I find this funny, I'll allow it*
Zylna stares into his eyes. "Put me down if you value your hands."
"I don't value much of me." Azazel says, "What are you?"
"I'm a goblin." She draws a couple daggers from her cloak. "Last chance..."
"Put the toothpicks down." Azazel holds back a laugh, "I've gotten limbs torn off, a knife won't do a whole lot."
*Gooood morning! Its raining where i am, and i love it :D*
Poppy is talking to the ring, now in the main room instead of the hatched room
Azazel is wrapping his hand in a bandage, blood starting to stain the bandage, "Freaking forest...."
Avery is out in the rain, sitting on a box to stay out of the mud
Spawn appears next to Azazel. "What did you do to my forest?"
"First, its not your forest. Second, i didn't do anything. Something sharp was stuck in the ground, and i fell."
"It's my forest." Spawn makes a short gesture to a kit-bashed sign that says SPAWN'S FORESTin rugged red letters.
"I'm going to choose to ignore that."
"Then I have the right to eat your liver." Spawn grumbles.
"If you eat my liver you'll be arreseted."
"I'll eat their livers, too."
"No, you'll likely get tazed."
"Nothing can render me from my goal. Except a tiny bit of morals I keep locked away in the deepest darkest corners of my soul."
"You should use morals, it'll be better for you."
"I have to disagree. Sometimes, in order to achieve what you want, you need to do what's necessary."
"Still need morals to know what you need and not what you want."
"I need power and I want power." Spawn states in a bored tone.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"It wasn't really an illusion. I have no idea why the fire did what it did. I was trying to pretend to be Morbius convincingly and I watched him do it a few times. I have no idea what language he sings in either. I am Hellspawn, or Spawn for short. Marked for the Hunt is a saying in the organization Morbius Bane is apart of- again, I was trying to be convincing."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Geographically, it may or may not be similar, but because I find this funny, I'll allow it*
Zylna stares into his eyes. "Put me down if you value your hands."
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.
"Say hello to Zariel, if you get the chance."
Stroth is sent to Avernus.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"I don't know a Morbius, so I can't say if it was convincing or not." She stops poking his leg. "Can I sit on your shoulder? My legs are tired."
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.
"I don't value much of me." Azazel says, "What are you?"
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
*YAYYY ALARIC! Let's continue the thingy with Ravran and Poppy!*
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.
"I have to disagree. Sometimes, in order to achieve what you want, you need to do what's necessary."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"I'm a goblin." She draws a couple daggers from her cloak. "Last chance..."
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.
"I will rip you in half and make you watch me eat your insides until your adrenaline finally gives up and your soul is sent to the Hells to be tortured for the rest of your miserable afterlife."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Fun*
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.
*Go for it :D*
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
"Still need morals to know what you need and not what you want."
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
"Put the toothpicks down." Azazel holds back a laugh, "I've gotten limbs torn off, a knife won't do a whole lot."
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
*This is for dragon8824*
Thirteen is sitting by the hearth, petting Caramel the Undead Cat.
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.
"I need power and I want power." Spawn states in a bored tone.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Theren is walking in the woods flipping his dagger looking for something to do.
Ares is sleeping in his room.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Thats a boring motive."
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
galax walks up to thirteen "i need your help with something"
shadow is sitting in the far corner of the tavern
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Ravran is being silent, the runes floating around it nearly invisible.
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.
"Sure thing. What's up?"
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.