"No. They explode in the air and make colors in the air."
"then why does it have fire in the name?"
"Cause you need fire to light them."
"fair enough, so did you invent them?"
"No, I just experiment." He motions to the firework he's currently working on.
"like weaponising them? it's an explosive after all."
"NO! I just make them for fun and enjoyment for others!"
"Well what is there to do with them, they already explode in colours."
"Enjoyment." Samuel says clearly getting mad.
"look I'm not pushing you to make them dangerous, I'm just confused on how you make them enjoyable, they already explode in colour, wouldn't that be enjoyable already?" She says raising her hands in defense.
"Exactly, but I'm trying to make new patterns and designs."
"Ah, must be complex."
"Yea. Pouring the right powders in. Lots of trial and error."
" I wouldn't know anything about stuff like that."
Samuel picks up a bottle of powder and pours it in a mold with spirals.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
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*AHHHHHHH i got a good idea for Allison but.... its the ending of Allison*
Allison stood in the center of the iron desert. Though it might not be seen by the naked eye, around her was a circle made of crushed obsidian and salt. She narrowed her eyes as she felt the hot air of the desert wisp around.
“This is sad, even for you” a voice called out.
“Then you would know your stupidity for entering the circle” she said, glancing to her side. Ezekiel shape was beside her, Tall and sludge like.
“I suppose you could call me stupid, but you completed the spell with yourself inside the circle. You can’t leave it either.” He said with a sinister chuckle.
“I know, I did on purpose…… loose that sickly form of yours Ezekiel, it isn’t you.” She said, eyes burning with a slight hatred.
“Very well” he said and did a small bow. His body seem to grotesquely grow till it was 10 feet high. He smashed his mighty clawed hands into the earth and snarled, his millions of mouths slobbering and gnashing in eternal hunger. Large sinewy bat wings unfolded behind and gently rocked in the desert wind. He lowers his huge head as a single red eye opens from underneath his sludge like skin. He chuckled “Now what is this about Allison”.
“You will leave Krathian alone” she said and stood in front of Ezekiel unafraid “Call off your deal with him and allow him the freedom from your grasp.”
“And you expect me to just say yes? He owes me” Ezekiel snarled, blinking his huge eye.
“I will allow you my soul if you do so” she said and stared right back at the huge fiend.
Ezekiel mouths grew into wide grins “Ah, so your done being selfish and watching others suffer for you.” He hissed “Finally becoming brave”
She nodded “Finally becoming brave” she repeated.
Ezekiel grinned again as he picked her up in his massive, clawed hand. “Very well” he hissed for the last time.
Allison closed her eyes as Ezekiel grip tightened around her, crushing her in his fist. Allison didn’t weep, didn’t beg, didn’t cry. She just simply kept quiet and let Ezekiel do what he was going to do. She felt an acute lack of air in her lungs as she began cough blood. She could feel all her bones snapping as she grew closer to death.
Ezekiel chuckled and dropped her on the ground. “Finally, I have your so-“he said but stopped in midsentence “W-where is your soul! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ALLISON VANDERGUARD.” He said and began to look panicked.
Allison chuckled and wiped the blood from her eyes. “You are screwed Ezekiel; my soul is someplace else. But because of our little deal all those years ago, you’re going back to Desmos and getting locked there forever” she said.
Ezekiel cussed something before a large black portal opened beneath him. He gripped and clawed at the earth as it sucked him in “NO NO NO NOOOOOO!” he bellowed as he was sucked into it. It closed like a hungry mouth, leaving no trace of Ezekiel behind.
The Black Rose tattoo on the back of Allison’s neck disappeared as if nothing had been there before.
Allison chuckled to herself, but she knew that her small victory was going to be short lived. She stared at the warm desert sky above her as she hummed to herself. She could feel her senses numbing as she closed her eyes and passed away there, on the orange dirt ground.
A note appears for both Krathian, Enethia, And Spawn
Krathian
Hello love.
I have gone off and most likely done something incredibly stupid. I am sorry. I decided i needed to become braver and i have done so. I have decided to face Ezekiel. I love your Krathian and i have always had the ideology in mind that others come first and my needs are very last. I guess rethinking that idea is what made me think i needed to stop causing pain and face it myself.
I have left you a book, a book of old lore. You are special Krathian, more special then you can imagine. Your knowledge is unrivaled even by a mind-flayer. Use it for good.
I love you but i have decided that my time is now.
- Allison
Enethia
I have gone off and done something stupid most likely. I have gone off to face Ezekiel and stop him from entering the materiel plane forever. By doing that i have gave up my body and let him kill me so he leaves this world and Krathian alone. Even in death i am terrified and what lies ahead.
I ask a favor of you. I have left a key for you, the key opens not only my room by a small chest i have left for you. Inside the chest is a map, please use it to find an old friend of mine. Find his sword and awake him.
Thank you for being my friend and look after a small boy named Chase, he need a friend in his corner as well.
-Allison
Spawn
Hello there.
If you receive this, then i have done something stupid. I have gone after Ezekiel and decided to face him head on. I decided i needed to be brave..... and if you are reading this, i am most likely dead. I suppose i am an idiot but i feel i have to face him by myself. No magic, no weapons, just giving up my body so he may be trapped once more in his home plane.
I have left you a bottle in my garden. It contains memories of the last four days of my life. I would like you to have them, they were the ones i shared with you.
Thank you for being there with me. I wish you eternal happiness.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
*Lawrence has began to cackle in evil*
*Lawrence you devilish devil of human suffering. I'll give Krathian a few moments good times before he finds Allison's note. (It'll probably be less painful than finding out about her and Spawn.)*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
*Lawrence has began to cackle in evil*
*Lawrence you devilish devil of human suffering. I'll give Krathian a few moments good times before he finds Allison's note. (It'll probably be less painful than finding out about her and Spawn.)*
*AHHHHHHH i got a good idea for Allison but.... its the ending of Allison*
Allison stood in the center of the iron desert. Though it might not be seen by the naked eye, around her was a circle made of crushed obsidian and salt. She narrowed her eyes as she felt the hot air of the desert wisp around.
“This is sad, even for you” a voice called out.
“Then you would know your stupidity for entering the circle” she said, glancing to her side. Ezekiel shape was beside her, Tall and sludge like.
“I suppose you could call me stupid, but you completed the spell with yourself inside the circle. You can’t leave it either.” He said with a sinister chuckle.
“I know, I did on purpose…… loose that sickly form of yours Ezekiel, it isn’t you.” She said, eyes burning with a slight hatred.
“Very well” he said and did a small bow. His body seem to grotesquely grow till it was 10 feet high. He smashed his mighty clawed hands into the earth and snarled, his millions of mouths slobbering and gnashing in eternal hunger. Large sinewy bat wings unfolded behind and gently rocked in the desert wind. He lowers his huge head as a single red eye opens from underneath his sludge like skin. He chuckled “Now what is this about Allison”.
“You will leave Krathian alone” she said and stood in front of Ezekiel unafraid “Call off your deal with him and allow him the freedom from your grasp.”
“And you expect me to just say yes? He owes me” Ezekiel snarled, blinking his huge eye.
“I will allow you my soul if you do so” she said and stared right back at the huge fiend.
Ezekiel mouths grew into wide grins “Ah, so your done being selfish and watching others suffer for you.” He hissed “Finally becoming brave”
She nodded “Finally becoming brave” she repeated.
Ezekiel grinned again as he picked her up in his massive, clawed hand. “Very well” he hissed for the last time.
Allison closed her eyes as Ezekiel grip tightened around her, crushing her in his fist. Allison didn’t weep, didn’t beg, didn’t cry. She just simply kept quiet and let Ezekiel do what he was going to do. She felt an acute lack of air in her lungs as she began cough blood. She could feel all her bones snapping as she grew closer to death.
Ezekiel chuckled and dropped her on the ground. “Finally, I have your so-“he said but stopped in midsentence “W-where is your soul! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ALLISON VANDERGUARD.” He said and began to look panicked.
Allison chuckled and wiped the blood from her eyes. “You are screwed Ezekiel; my soul is someplace else. But because of our little deal all those years ago, you’re going back to Desmos and getting locked there forever” she said.
Ezekiel cussed something before a large black portal opened beneath him. He gripped and clawed at the earth as it sucked him in “NO NO NO NOOOOOO!” he bellowed as he was sucked into it. It closed like a hungry mouth, leaving no trace of Ezekiel behind.
The Black Rose tattoo on the back of Allison’s neck disappeared as if nothing had been there before.
Allison chuckled to herself, but she knew that her small victory was going to be short lived. She stared at the warm desert sky above her as she hummed to herself. She could feel her senses numbing as she closed her eyes and passed away there, on the orange dirt ground.
A note appears for both Krathian, Enethia, And Spawn
Krathian
Hello love.
I have gone off and most likely done something incredibly stupid. I am sorry. I decided i needed to become braver and i have done so. I have decided to face Ezekiel. I love your Krathian and i have always had the ideology in mind that others come first and my needs are very last. I guess rethinking that idea is what made me think i needed to stop causing pain and face it myself.
I have left you a book, a book of old lore. You are special Krathian, more special then you can imagine. Your knowledge is unrivaled even by a mind-flayer. Use it for good.
I love you but i have decided that my time is now.
- Allison
Enethia
I have gone off and done something stupid most likely. I have gone off to face Ezekiel and stop him from entering the materiel plane forever. By doing that i have gave up my body and let him kill me so he leaves this world and Krathian alone. Even in death i am terrified and what lies ahead.
I ask a favor of you. I have left a key for you, the key opens not only my room by a small chest i have left for you. Inside the chest is a map, please use it to find an old friend of mine. Find his sword and awake him.
Thank you for being my friend and look after a small boy named Chase, he need a friend in his corner as well.
-Allison
Spawn
Hello there.
If you receive this, then i have done something stupid. I have gone after Ezekiel and decided to face him head on. I decided i needed to be brave..... and if you are reading this, i am most likely dead. I suppose i am an idiot but i feel i have to face him by myself. No magic, no weapons, just giving up my body so he may be trapped once more in his home plane.
I have left you a bottle in my garden. It contains memories of the last four days of my life. I would like you to have them, they were the ones i shared with you.
Thank you for being there with me. I wish you eternal happiness.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
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*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
*Lawrence has began to cackle in evil*
*Lawrence you devilish devil of human suffering. I'll give Krathian a few moments good times before he finds Allison's note. (It'll probably be less painful than finding out about her and Spawn.)*
*SUffering is what i make people go through >:] *
*YES IT IS*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
*Lawrence has began to cackle in evil*
*Lawrence you devilish devil of human suffering. I'll give Krathian a few moments good times before he finds Allison's note. (It'll probably be less painful than finding out about her and Spawn.)*
Penny chuckles "i hope"
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
Samuel picks up a bottle of powder and pours it in a mold with spirals.
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"You do know there's a way up inside, yeah?"
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She shrugged. "You have this much done, at least it looks good."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Really? I'll have to check that tonight. We'll I'm off sugar, got work to do!" He says turning around.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Lawrence has began to cackle in evil*
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
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
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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.
"See ya."
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.
*It'snotachest, ther ya go.*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Lawrence you devilish devil of human suffering. I'll give Krathian a few moments good times before he finds Allison's note. (It'll probably be less painful than finding out about her and Spawn.)*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Phantom walks inside. "Which world are you trying to get to?"
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*SUffering is what i make people go through >:] *
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
"Why thank you very much" she said and grinned
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
*Oooooooh. Reading that broke my heart.*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
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.
*YES IT IS*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*HEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEe*
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
She just nodded. "You should probably think of a better name than XYZ, though."
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.
Arrow is practicing aerial maneuvers outside.
Spectacle Is trying to find Tevelin.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.