Zylna is pickpocketing someone to get something to eat.
Wolfe is playing some music.
Ettor is sitting by the fire.
Stroth is downstairs, he is mixing quite a bit of chemicals together is multiple vials. a small petri dish of crush black pearl was in his hand. The raven was reading off instructions to him.
Adder is upstairs with azazel, he is talking with them.
Lawrence was brainstorming and making a stupid idea.
Upon not having any luck, either because someone didn't have any money, or she was noticed, Zylna made her way downstairs.
Stroth was too caught up his work. His orange eyes sizzled with intensity that he was going to finish this one project in the line of many.
She looked around for a bit before sitting down somewhere.
He looks at her "What has you in a bad mood my friend". he now held wjhat looked like a glass orb, a glowing essence was moving inside of it.
"I'm hungry. Also, when did you start calling me friend?"
"Then go and get some food" he said and smiled a bit "and why you ask? do you want me to call you something entirely different". He sat the glass orb down, the essence began moving frantically a bit. He pulled out a syringe with black thick fluid in it and injected the orb with it. Soon the entire orb and the essence inside were drowned in darkness.
"I can't just 'go get' some food, I don't have money. I ask because not even a couple hours ago you were extremely annoyed by my presence alone."
"you can thank the flowers for that" he said and swished the orb a bit "It relays my emotions so they are suppressed behind a wall of numbness. Emotions must not cloud logic after all" he explained.
"You're weird now."
He shrugged "Everyone is weird from time to time, The suppressant wears off after a few days so ill be back soon enough"
"I just remembered. What's your name?"
He rolls his eyes but his face remains neutral "Its Stroth, Stroth Ashaf Blackwood" he said.
"Stroth? Nuh-uh, I'm calling you Blackwood. Much better."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose "Fine then" he said and shook the orb again. The essence inside was no more that a slimy trail of sludge.
"Whatcha makin?"
"Full restoration potion" he grumbled, clearly a little annoyed at his experiment dying.
"What happened?"
"The soul inside died" He said and set it back on the table.
Zylna is pickpocketing someone to get something to eat.
Wolfe is playing some music.
Ettor is sitting by the fire.
Stroth is downstairs, he is mixing quite a bit of chemicals together is multiple vials. a small petri dish of crush black pearl was in his hand. The raven was reading off instructions to him.
Adder is upstairs with azazel, he is talking with them.
Lawrence was brainstorming and making a stupid idea.
Upon not having any luck, either because someone didn't have any money, or she was noticed, Zylna made her way downstairs.
Stroth was too caught up his work. His orange eyes sizzled with intensity that he was going to finish this one project in the line of many.
She looked around for a bit before sitting down somewhere.
He looks at her "What has you in a bad mood my friend". he now held wjhat looked like a glass orb, a glowing essence was moving inside of it.
"I'm hungry. Also, when did you start calling me friend?"
"Then go and get some food" he said and smiled a bit "and why you ask? do you want me to call you something entirely different". He sat the glass orb down, the essence began moving frantically a bit. He pulled out a syringe with black thick fluid in it and injected the orb with it. Soon the entire orb and the essence inside were drowned in darkness.
"I can't just 'go get' some food, I don't have money. I ask because not even a couple hours ago you were extremely annoyed by my presence alone."
"you can thank the flowers for that" he said and swished the orb a bit "It relays my emotions so they are suppressed behind a wall of numbness. Emotions must not cloud logic after all" he explained.
"You're weird now."
He shrugged "Everyone is weird from time to time, The suppressant wears off after a few days so ill be back soon enough"
"I just remembered. What's your name?"
He rolls his eyes but his face remains neutral "Its Stroth, Stroth Ashaf Blackwood" he said.
"Stroth? Nuh-uh, I'm calling you Blackwood. Much better."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose "Fine then" he said and shook the orb again. The essence inside was no more that a slimy trail of sludge.
"Whatcha makin?"
"Full restoration potion" he grumbled, clearly a little annoyed at his experiment dying.
"What happened?"
"The soul inside died" He said and set it back on the table.
"What does it taste like?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Zylna is pickpocketing someone to get something to eat.
Wolfe is playing some music.
Ettor is sitting by the fire.
Stroth is downstairs, he is mixing quite a bit of chemicals together is multiple vials. a small petri dish of crush black pearl was in his hand. The raven was reading off instructions to him.
Adder is upstairs with azazel, he is talking with them.
Lawrence was brainstorming and making a stupid idea.
Upon not having any luck, either because someone didn't have any money, or she was noticed, Zylna made her way downstairs.
Stroth was too caught up his work. His orange eyes sizzled with intensity that he was going to finish this one project in the line of many.
She looked around for a bit before sitting down somewhere.
He looks at her "What has you in a bad mood my friend". he now held wjhat looked like a glass orb, a glowing essence was moving inside of it.
"I'm hungry. Also, when did you start calling me friend?"
"Then go and get some food" he said and smiled a bit "and why you ask? do you want me to call you something entirely different". He sat the glass orb down, the essence began moving frantically a bit. He pulled out a syringe with black thick fluid in it and injected the orb with it. Soon the entire orb and the essence inside were drowned in darkness.
"I can't just 'go get' some food, I don't have money. I ask because not even a couple hours ago you were extremely annoyed by my presence alone."
"you can thank the flowers for that" he said and swished the orb a bit "It relays my emotions so they are suppressed behind a wall of numbness. Emotions must not cloud logic after all" he explained.
"You're weird now."
He shrugged "Everyone is weird from time to time, The suppressant wears off after a few days so ill be back soon enough"
"I just remembered. What's your name?"
He rolls his eyes but his face remains neutral "Its Stroth, Stroth Ashaf Blackwood" he said.
"Stroth? Nuh-uh, I'm calling you Blackwood. Much better."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose "Fine then" he said and shook the orb again. The essence inside was no more that a slimy trail of sludge.
"Whatcha makin?"
"Full restoration potion" he grumbled, clearly a little annoyed at his experiment dying.
"What happened?"
"The soul inside died" He said and set it back on the table.
Zylna is pickpocketing someone to get something to eat.
Wolfe is playing some music.
Ettor is sitting by the fire.
Stroth is downstairs, he is mixing quite a bit of chemicals together is multiple vials. a small petri dish of crush black pearl was in his hand. The raven was reading off instructions to him.
Adder is upstairs with azazel, he is talking with them.
Lawrence was brainstorming and making a stupid idea.
Upon not having any luck, either because someone didn't have any money, or she was noticed, Zylna made her way downstairs.
Stroth was too caught up his work. His orange eyes sizzled with intensity that he was going to finish this one project in the line of many.
She looked around for a bit before sitting down somewhere.
He looks at her "What has you in a bad mood my friend". he now held wjhat looked like a glass orb, a glowing essence was moving inside of it.
"I'm hungry. Also, when did you start calling me friend?"
"Then go and get some food" he said and smiled a bit "and why you ask? do you want me to call you something entirely different". He sat the glass orb down, the essence began moving frantically a bit. He pulled out a syringe with black thick fluid in it and injected the orb with it. Soon the entire orb and the essence inside were drowned in darkness.
"I can't just 'go get' some food, I don't have money. I ask because not even a couple hours ago you were extremely annoyed by my presence alone."
"you can thank the flowers for that" he said and swished the orb a bit "It relays my emotions so they are suppressed behind a wall of numbness. Emotions must not cloud logic after all" he explained.
"You're weird now."
He shrugged "Everyone is weird from time to time, The suppressant wears off after a few days so ill be back soon enough"
"I just remembered. What's your name?"
He rolls his eyes but his face remains neutral "Its Stroth, Stroth Ashaf Blackwood" he said.
"Stroth? Nuh-uh, I'm calling you Blackwood. Much better."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose "Fine then" he said and shook the orb again. The essence inside was no more that a slimy trail of sludge.
"Whatcha makin?"
"Full restoration potion" he grumbled, clearly a little annoyed at his experiment dying.
"What happened?"
"The soul inside died" He said and set it back on the table.
"What does it taste like?"
"How should i know?" he asked
"You made it."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Zylna is pickpocketing someone to get something to eat.
Wolfe is playing some music.
Ettor is sitting by the fire.
Stroth is downstairs, he is mixing quite a bit of chemicals together is multiple vials. a small petri dish of crush black pearl was in his hand. The raven was reading off instructions to him.
Adder is upstairs with azazel, he is talking with them.
Lawrence was brainstorming and making a stupid idea.
Upon not having any luck, either because someone didn't have any money, or she was noticed, Zylna made her way downstairs.
Stroth was too caught up his work. His orange eyes sizzled with intensity that he was going to finish this one project in the line of many.
She looked around for a bit before sitting down somewhere.
He looks at her "What has you in a bad mood my friend". he now held wjhat looked like a glass orb, a glowing essence was moving inside of it.
"I'm hungry. Also, when did you start calling me friend?"
"Then go and get some food" he said and smiled a bit "and why you ask? do you want me to call you something entirely different". He sat the glass orb down, the essence began moving frantically a bit. He pulled out a syringe with black thick fluid in it and injected the orb with it. Soon the entire orb and the essence inside were drowned in darkness.
"I can't just 'go get' some food, I don't have money. I ask because not even a couple hours ago you were extremely annoyed by my presence alone."
"you can thank the flowers for that" he said and swished the orb a bit "It relays my emotions so they are suppressed behind a wall of numbness. Emotions must not cloud logic after all" he explained.
"You're weird now."
He shrugged "Everyone is weird from time to time, The suppressant wears off after a few days so ill be back soon enough"
"I just remembered. What's your name?"
He rolls his eyes but his face remains neutral "Its Stroth, Stroth Ashaf Blackwood" he said.
"Stroth? Nuh-uh, I'm calling you Blackwood. Much better."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose "Fine then" he said and shook the orb again. The essence inside was no more that a slimy trail of sludge.
"Whatcha makin?"
"Full restoration potion" he grumbled, clearly a little annoyed at his experiment dying.
"What happened?"
"The soul inside died" He said and set it back on the table.
"What does it taste like?"
"How should i know?" he asked
"You made it."
"Doesnt mean i know what it tastes like" he said and rolled his eyes.
"The soul inside died" He said and set it back on the table.
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
"Like.... how??"
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
"What does it taste like?"
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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.
Azazel smirks, "Figure it out lover boy."
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 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 was cursed with the form of a nightwalker, the smoke is a side effect of it"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"O-oh."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Surprisingly enough, he stays asleep.
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.
"How should i know?" he asked
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
Adder looked blank and confused. maybe it was the hits to his head or something else.
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
Poppy can't help it, giggling to herself as she puts the pen away
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/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"sometimes the nightwalker side of me takes over, and i find myself waking up somewhere compleatly difrent..."
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Thats terrifying."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"You made it."
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.
Avery peeks over the edge of the roof, mildly concerned.
If they know enough about sirens, they can identify the music as a siren lure
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
"Boop," Azazel pokes his face again
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
"Doesnt mean i know what it tastes like" he said and rolled his eyes.
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
"it is. i have no recolaition of what i am doing at the time, and sometimes i wake up and i am covered in blood...."
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Ettor yawns and slowly wakes up. "Huh? WHat's funny?"
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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.