*Good morning! Time is a wheel, there is only pain.*
Damien is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Taiken may or may not be replaced for a more roleplayable character
Hunter is modifying his weapons.
*Okay, Mr. Edge*
Mud is talking with Anson.
Zylna is laying in the rafters with her cat.
Wolfe is strumming her guitar in her room.
*Look, if you're gonna call me a canadian wrestler, best use his full name. Thats Adam Joseph Copeland to you bucko*
Hunter watches, though does not speak
*Nah, Mr. Edge is your name now.*
She's rocking to much to her song to notice him or the fact that she left her door open on accident.
*Totally not a creep move.*
*Sigh, then call me by my full edgelord name. Thats Mr. Edgemcbackstabmgeeattackrandomciviliansfornoreason to you*
Hunter knocks on the door despite it being open
*Honestly, a lot of what warforged do borderlines creepy. Like not sleeping*
*HA! Like I'd call you something that long!*
The music was too loud for her to hear the knock, and she was facing away from him.
*lol, I haven't done much with people who play warforged, so I don't have much experience with them.*
*My feelings D:*
Hunter makes a metalic sighing noise, knocking once again despite it not working last time
*Well, hunter's a special type of weird when it comes to warforged. There's a reason behind everything, including his number.*
*Oooh, Hunter Lore!*
She doesn't notice again, but it sounded like she was reaching the end of her guitar solo.
*Yep, and its just as messed up as i am :D*
Hunter has decided to wait it out, listening to the music
After an ear-melting guitar solo, she finishes up and walks over to write some stuff on a piece of paper on a desk.
Hunter gets an odd sense that they should clap, but instead knocks on the door again
She jumps and quickly turns around, her warhammer ready.
Hunter stands calmly in the doorway, "You left your door open."
She scowls. "I can see that now."
"I knocked a couple times, but you were caught up in.... whatever that was."
"Music. Now, then, could you close my door, please?" She was clearly trying to be as polite as possible, but her scowl gave away that she still wasn't over the fight from before.
"Music? Very well." Hunter looks at her for a few seconds, "If you want to fight again, please don't embarrass yourself like before" they say before shutting the door
Theren slightly cringes when he sees a spindly shadow just out of his sight. "No, no, no, no, no,no. I-it cant be...."
He feels someone tap on his shoulder
He spins around getting ready to punch the person with his free hand.
Damien catches any punch thrown, "That was rude. What the hell are you freaking out for?"
Theren starts speaking in a frenzy of old elvish.
*Which damien can understand, he's fluent in elvish*
*Well goody. Get ready for some PTSD from my character*
"Did you see it? Did you see it? Oh please say you didn't see it."
"If you mean the.... thing over there, then yes."
Theren returns to common. "What did it look like?"
"Like my uncle in a dark room. Shadowy, thin and lanky, and its terrorizing a child"
Theren glares at him. "First off I'm not a child, I'm 27. Second off you are as good as dead now. Those who see the creature are screwed. Third off geez you had a screwed up past with your uncle." His voice turns weak as he states the second statement.
"You're an elf, 27 is basically a child. And i doubt this thing can actually do something." Damien nods, "Yes, he was evil in the purest way."
Theren slightly cringes when he sees a spindly shadow just out of his sight. "No, no, no, no, no,no. I-it cant be...."
He feels someone tap on his shoulder
He spins around getting ready to punch the person with his free hand.
Damien catches any punch thrown, "That was rude. What the hell are you freaking out for?"
Theren starts speaking in a frenzy of old elvish.
*Which damien can understand, he's fluent in elvish*
*Well goody. Get ready for some PTSD from my character*
"Did you see it? Did you see it? Oh please say you didn't see it."
"If you mean the.... thing over there, then yes."
Theren returns to common. "What did it look like?"
"Like my uncle in a dark room. Shadowy, thin and lanky, and its terrorizing a child"
Theren glares at him. "First off I'm not a child, I'm 27. Second off you are as good as dead now. Those who see the creature are screwed. Third off geez you had a screwed up past with your uncle." His voice turns weak as he states the second statement.
"You're an elf, 27 is basically a child. And i doubt this thing can actually do something." Damien nods, "Yes, he was evil in the purest way."
"Half-elf." He growls. Then he yanks up his sleeve and reveals a tattoo.
*Good morning! Time is a wheel, there is only pain.*
Damien is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Taiken may or may not be replaced for a more roleplayable character
Hunter is modifying his weapons.
*Okay, Mr. Edge*
Mud is talking with Anson.
Zylna is laying in the rafters with her cat.
Wolfe is strumming her guitar in her room.
*Look, if you're gonna call me a canadian wrestler, best use his full name. Thats Adam Joseph Copeland to you bucko*
Hunter watches, though does not speak
*Nah, Mr. Edge is your name now.*
She's rocking to much to her song to notice him or the fact that she left her door open on accident.
*Totally not a creep move.*
*Sigh, then call me by my full edgelord name. Thats Mr. Edgemcbackstabmgeeattackrandomciviliansfornoreason to you*
Hunter knocks on the door despite it being open
*Honestly, a lot of what warforged do borderlines creepy. Like not sleeping*
*HA! Like I'd call you something that long!*
The music was too loud for her to hear the knock, and she was facing away from him.
*lol, I haven't done much with people who play warforged, so I don't have much experience with them.*
*My feelings D:*
Hunter makes a metalic sighing noise, knocking once again despite it not working last time
*Well, hunter's a special type of weird when it comes to warforged. There's a reason behind everything, including his number.*
*Oooh, Hunter Lore!*
She doesn't notice again, but it sounded like she was reaching the end of her guitar solo.
*Yep, and its just as messed up as i am :D*
Hunter has decided to wait it out, listening to the music
After an ear-melting guitar solo, she finishes up and walks over to write some stuff on a piece of paper on a desk.
Hunter gets an odd sense that they should clap, but instead knocks on the door again
She jumps and quickly turns around, her warhammer ready.
Hunter stands calmly in the doorway, "You left your door open."
She scowls. "I can see that now."
"I knocked a couple times, but you were caught up in.... whatever that was."
"Music. Now, then, could you close my door, please?" She was clearly trying to be as polite as possible, but her scowl gave away that she still wasn't over the fight from before.
"Music? Very well." Hunter looks at her for a few seconds, "If you want to fight again, please don't embarrass yourself like before" they say before shutting the door
Her face went a little red with anger as he shut the door. "That little, annoying, [1gp]hole, arrogant, stupid, robot!" She mutters under her breath.
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Theren slightly cringes when he sees a spindly shadow just out of his sight. "No, no, no, no, no,no. I-it cant be...."
He feels someone tap on his shoulder
He spins around getting ready to punch the person with his free hand.
Damien catches any punch thrown, "That was rude. What the hell are you freaking out for?"
Theren starts speaking in a frenzy of old elvish.
*Which damien can understand, he's fluent in elvish*
*Well goody. Get ready for some PTSD from my character*
"Did you see it? Did you see it? Oh please say you didn't see it."
"If you mean the.... thing over there, then yes."
Theren returns to common. "What did it look like?"
"Like my uncle in a dark room. Shadowy, thin and lanky, and its terrorizing a child"
Theren glares at him. "First off I'm not a child, I'm 27. Second off you are as good as dead now. Those who see the creature are screwed. Third off geez you had a screwed up past with your uncle." His voice turns weak as he states the second statement.
"You're an elf, 27 is basically a child. And i doubt this thing can actually do something." Damien nods, "Yes, he was evil in the purest way."
"Half-elf." He growls. Then he yanks up his sleeve and reveals a tattoo.
"Nice tattoo. I prefer just carving stuff, but that works too."
*Good morning! Time is a wheel, there is only pain.*
Damien is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Taiken may or may not be replaced for a more roleplayable character
Hunter is modifying his weapons.
*Okay, Mr. Edge*
Mud is talking with Anson.
Zylna is laying in the rafters with her cat.
Wolfe is strumming her guitar in her room.
*Look, if you're gonna call me a canadian wrestler, best use his full name. Thats Adam Joseph Copeland to you bucko*
Hunter watches, though does not speak
*Nah, Mr. Edge is your name now.*
She's rocking to much to her song to notice him or the fact that she left her door open on accident.
*Totally not a creep move.*
*Sigh, then call me by my full edgelord name. Thats Mr. Edgemcbackstabmgeeattackrandomciviliansfornoreason to you*
Hunter knocks on the door despite it being open
*Honestly, a lot of what warforged do borderlines creepy. Like not sleeping*
*HA! Like I'd call you something that long!*
The music was too loud for her to hear the knock, and she was facing away from him.
*lol, I haven't done much with people who play warforged, so I don't have much experience with them.*
*My feelings D:*
Hunter makes a metalic sighing noise, knocking once again despite it not working last time
*Well, hunter's a special type of weird when it comes to warforged. There's a reason behind everything, including his number.*
*Oooh, Hunter Lore!*
She doesn't notice again, but it sounded like she was reaching the end of her guitar solo.
*Yep, and its just as messed up as i am :D*
Hunter has decided to wait it out, listening to the music
After an ear-melting guitar solo, she finishes up and walks over to write some stuff on a piece of paper on a desk.
Hunter gets an odd sense that they should clap, but instead knocks on the door again
She jumps and quickly turns around, her warhammer ready.
Hunter stands calmly in the doorway, "You left your door open."
She scowls. "I can see that now."
"I knocked a couple times, but you were caught up in.... whatever that was."
"Music. Now, then, could you close my door, please?" She was clearly trying to be as polite as possible, but her scowl gave away that she still wasn't over the fight from before.
"Music? Very well." Hunter looks at her for a few seconds, "If you want to fight again, please don't embarrass yourself like before" they say before shutting the door
Her face went a little red with anger as he shut the door. "That little, annoying, [1gp]hole, arrogant, stupid, robot!" She mutters under her breath.
*Friendly enemies, where one wants the other dead, and the other is a tin man lol*
*Good morning! Time is a wheel, there is only pain.*
Damien is in the tavern, eating breakfast
Taiken may or may not be replaced for a more roleplayable character
Hunter is modifying his weapons.
*Okay, Mr. Edge*
Mud is talking with Anson.
Zylna is laying in the rafters with her cat.
Wolfe is strumming her guitar in her room.
*Look, if you're gonna call me a canadian wrestler, best use his full name. Thats Adam Joseph Copeland to you bucko*
Hunter watches, though does not speak
*Nah, Mr. Edge is your name now.*
She's rocking to much to her song to notice him or the fact that she left her door open on accident.
*Totally not a creep move.*
*Sigh, then call me by my full edgelord name. Thats Mr. Edgemcbackstabmgeeattackrandomciviliansfornoreason to you*
Hunter knocks on the door despite it being open
*Honestly, a lot of what warforged do borderlines creepy. Like not sleeping*
*HA! Like I'd call you something that long!*
The music was too loud for her to hear the knock, and she was facing away from him.
*lol, I haven't done much with people who play warforged, so I don't have much experience with them.*
*My feelings D:*
Hunter makes a metalic sighing noise, knocking once again despite it not working last time
*Well, hunter's a special type of weird when it comes to warforged. There's a reason behind everything, including his number.*
*Oooh, Hunter Lore!*
She doesn't notice again, but it sounded like she was reaching the end of her guitar solo.
*Yep, and its just as messed up as i am :D*
Hunter has decided to wait it out, listening to the music
After an ear-melting guitar solo, she finishes up and walks over to write some stuff on a piece of paper on a desk.
Hunter gets an odd sense that they should clap, but instead knocks on the door again
She jumps and quickly turns around, her warhammer ready.
Hunter stands calmly in the doorway, "You left your door open."
She scowls. "I can see that now."
"I knocked a couple times, but you were caught up in.... whatever that was."
"Music. Now, then, could you close my door, please?" She was clearly trying to be as polite as possible, but her scowl gave away that she still wasn't over the fight from before.
"Music? Very well." Hunter looks at her for a few seconds, "If you want to fight again, please don't embarrass yourself like before" they say before shutting the door
Her face went a little red with anger as he shut the door. "That little, annoying, [1gp]hole, arrogant, stupid, robot!" She mutters under her breath.
*Friendly enemies, where one wants the other dead, and the other is a tin man lol*
Hunter heads back downstairs
*One who couldn't care less, and one who is extremely annoyed by the other. Why does that sound familiar?*
She goes back to playing, taking out her frustrations in music.
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His tattoo is in elvish and says "Freak". "Just so you know also, the creature had killed people more powerful than any of us."
"Hm, i now think i should fight it. Is it an undead of some sort?"
"N-no. I think its an ancient god of some sort. I-it killed all of my friends and you never see it coming." Theren is shaking like mad and looking around.
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
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*Yes? :3*
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*Keep it clean.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*That was a very daring joke, you're lucky I crack up for some reason at that type of humor.*
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Music? Very well." Hunter looks at her for a few seconds, "If you want to fight again, please don't embarrass yourself like before" they say before shutting the door
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
"You're an elf, 27 is basically a child. And i doubt this thing can actually do something." Damien nods, "Yes, he was evil in the purest way."
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
*How was that not clean?*
*: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
"Half-elf." He growls. Then he yanks up his sleeve and reveals a tattoo.
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Her face went a little red with anger as he shut the door. "That little, annoying, [1gp]hole, arrogant, stupid, robot!" She mutters under her breath.
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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.
"Nice tattoo. I prefer just carving stuff, but that works too."
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
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His tattoo is in elvish and says "Freak". "Just so you know also, the creature had killed people more powerful than any of us."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Friendly enemies, where one wants the other dead, and the other is a tin man lol*
Hunter heads back downstairs
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
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*I was warning you before you overstepped the mark, not after.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*One who couldn't care less, and one who is extremely annoyed by the other. Why does that sound familiar?*
She goes back to playing, taking out her frustrations in music.
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Two feet and some of the lower leg of some kind of chitinous, armoured humanoid have formed now.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Hm, i now think i should fight it. Is it an undead of some sort?"
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
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*....What is overstepping? My humor can be very dark, but i tend to keep it PG*
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
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"N-no. I think its an ancient god of some sort. I-it killed all of my friends and you never see it coming." Theren is shaking like mad and looking around.
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I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*aaaaand im back :) *
A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet.
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
Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.